OCD

OCD

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We are an alternative rock band with a post modern retro sound. We like to bring back the classic rock feeling with a modern twist. Our influences vary from chuck Berry to Radio Head. We currently play over 60 covers along with a dozen or so originals.

Biography

We three members of OCD have influenced each other a great deal. Each one of us have over 20 years of experience including gigging, recording and playing various instruments. Our lead singer is a history professor and has a vast knowledge and love for the roots of all music. His influences include Bob Dylan, Chuck Berry, The Who, Warren Zevon and The Clash just to name a few. The Drummer, being the youngest at 30 years old, has brought the music influences from Ben Gibbard, Incubus, Green Day, Radio Head and other bands that have emerged over the last 15 years. The Bassist's influences are a good mix of the two other band members but with more of a funky twist. Stevie Wonder, Chick Corea, Scott Henderson and Francis Rocco Prestia are just a few of his influences. We have all been playing live shows with different bands for 20 years or more at over 60 different venues including the House of Blues, Roxy and Whiskey a-go-go in Hollywood. We are very excited to join our forces and take over a new music scene that no one has experienced. With over 2 hours of original material, we plan on introducing the world to the new and different sounds of OCD.

Lyrics

Sunday Afternoon

Written By: Charlie Deitrich

The 2 o'clock sun sneaks into my room
I open my weary eyes
The see the girl I love lying close to me
And I hold on for dear life

She lifts her head and softly whispers in my ear
that our love will always grow
I say that to me she means everything
And that I love her heart and soul

This life is so amazing, It still astounds me so
We can put a man on the moon
Technological advances make our mouths open wide
But there’s nothing like a Sunday afternoon

I serve her lunch in bed and grab the Sunday times
She opens it to page three
The headline says the world is coming to an end
But right now its just you and me

This life is so amazing, It still astounds me so
We can put a man on the moon
Technological advances make our mouths open wide
But there’s nothing like a Sunday afternoon

I turn on the radio and crawl back into bed
Paul is singing let it be
Life is only moments to be found here or there
This one won’t slip away from me

This life is so amazing, It still astounds me so
We can put a man on the moon
Technological advances make our mouths open wide
But there’s nothing like, no there's nothing like a Sunday afternoon

Monsters

Written By: Charlie Deitrich

Monsters in the cookie jar Hamsters in a cage
Cherry covered parking lot, ice cream covered rage
low and behold, above and beyond
you can be a radical but you got to play along
it's all good, it's all bad it's alright

retro lived in real time the future is at hand
you can play all you want you can never have a band
you can be an engineer a loser or a mime
you can be a poet be you can never rhyme
it's all good, it's all bad, it's alright

the model of diplomacy reaches for the phone
his address is Gethsemane but hes never home
the cigarette is losing sleep the lighter walks away
the time is set the stage is near the band begins to play
it's all good, it's all bad it's alright

she helps the wicked fire fan until it dies
then she freezes intuition like a fist full of lies
operator can you here the chicken cluck a tune
you can leave a message on the 23rd of June
it's all good, it's all bad it's alright

I'd like to buy a ticket please one bone at a time
Someone popped the cherry now I can see the lines
The loser ate the ice cream and the future thaws the flame
the chicken ate the hamster and the poet plays the game
it's all good, it's all bad it's alright

Bustle

Written By: Charlie Deitrich

I left LA late one night in my pickup truck
it's not because the earthquakes but because the radio sucks
I met a one eyed doctor; who gave eye exams for free
He told me that I needed glasses; I told him that I'd wait and see

I sometimes get the feeling; that I've been here before
Jesus lives on a dirty sheet and the devil lives on Led Zeppelin IV

I went to the cross roads, to learn how to play guitar
the devil told me that he quit that gig and now he 0ownas a little grill and bar
he poured me a cold beer and he rolled me a big old jay
I was thinking it was on the house but the cheap bastard made me pay

I sometimes get the feeling; that I've been here before
Jesus lives on a dirty sheet and the devil lives on Led Zeppelin IV

I stole a car in Austin, it was a coffee colored Cadillac
I drove it till the tank was dry by the picks made me give it back
I went to church for forgiveness, I whipped out my cash to pay
they don't take cash but they do take checks God works in mysterious ways

I sometimes get the feeling; that I've been here before
Jesus lives on a dirty sheet and the devil lives on Led Zeppelin IV

I think I'll convert to Rasta when I find the time,
reggae's better than gospel and ganja's better than wine
I wrote me a song in Memphis, it felt like the thing to do;
Ronald Reagan said that he digs my words but that I really need to work on my groove

I sometimes get the feeling; that I've been here before
Jesus lives on a dirty sheet and the devil lives on Led Zeppelin IV

Cheekbones

Written By: Charlie Deitrich

Early one morning the record man came around
he said I dig your look chuck and your groovy post-retro sound
Later that night I was in the studio laying some tracks
Five days later the album hit the charts, man there ain't no looking back

I did a gig on Leno and I opened for the Rolling Stones
I had my first number one single and the best dope I've ever owned
I bought my mom a house and I bought my sister one too
I lost my one best girls but now I got me two

Cause I'm a pop culture icon, a postmodern myth
I walk the hallowed halls of Olympus and I pray to God that I don't slip
I ride around in limousines and I bitch about the price of fame
you own all my albums and I don't even know your name
I'm a rock n roll star

I don't remember the second album, much less the tour
I think I liked but I really, really can't be sure
I used an orchestra for the third album and I toured with dancing elves
citing creative differences, I broke up with my self

Cause I'm a pop culture icon, a postmodern myth
I walk the hallowed halls of Olympus and I pray to God that I don't slip
I ride around in limousines and I bitch about the price of fame
you own all my albums and I don't even know your name
I'm a rock n roll star

Gin

Written By: Charlie Deitrich

Your cabin looks nice, this time of year, When the snow makes you feel like a man
Into the past, you longingly stare, Through the tonic and gin in your hands
Fog cuts though fire as faces appear but you can't remember their names
Now you're staring at me through your hard misery, because we all need someone to blame

Don't your eyes ever get tired of my face and my hair?
Don't your lies ever get tired of my ears
Don't you blame me for the mess that we find
It was fucked long before I was here

The long lopping lines of ancient debate collect dust on the shelves of your mind
Your demons are lose and having their way with the concrete stucco and lime
You laughed at yourself before your were you but lately you've not much to say
Apathy's turnpike appeared much too soon but last call is four hours away

Don't your eyes ever get tired of my face and my hair?
Don't your lies ever get tired of my ears
Don't you blame me for the mess that we find
It was fucked long before I was here

Now you look in my eyes and say all I despise that someday I will espouse
But my soul is worth more than some six figured whore, and airplane a beemer and house
A disparaging word, seldom is heard in the book your proclaim as your truth
Dancing on pin pricks away from the glow that exits the burden of proof

Don't your eyes ever get tired of my face and my hair?
Don't your lies ever get tired of my ears
Don't you blame me for the mess that we find
It was fucked long before I was here

Into the maelstrom, you cried long ago, but then greed got down on her knees
Sucked your soul dry in the blink of an eye and now you do what she please

Don't your eyes ever get tired of my face and my hair?
Don't your lies ever get tired of my ears
Don't you blame me for the mess that we find
It was fucked long before I was here

Discography

Currently nothing released yet, just a few videos from live shows on youtube under the name: "OCDmusicians". Individually we have acoustic demos of our originals.

Set List

We currently play 3 seperate hour long sets of covers intermixed with our dozen or so originals. Some of our covers include: Shelter From the Storm, Crossroads, Born Under a bad Sign, Johnny B. Goode, Solsbury Hill, Rock n Roll (Zepplin), Sympathy for the Devil, Traveling Band, Folsom Prison, Turn the Page, Crazy Train, Another Saturday Night, Back in the USSR, Leroy Brown, Riding the Storm Out, London Calling, Mad World (Gary Jules version), I Wanna be Sedated, Listen to the Music, All Along the Watchtower, Roll Over Beethoven, Werewolves of London, Surrender, Tush, Glory Days, Statesboro Blues, You Shook Me All Night Long, Superstition, Let the Day Begin, Dead Flowers, Kansas City, Hootchie Kootchie, plus bunch more.
We have been known to learn a request live at some of our gigs which has always helped our tip jar.