Peter Moore

Peter Moore

 Malden, Massachusetts, USA
BandAlternativePop

I'm a professional musician, been writing songs since age 4. Think Todd Rundgren, Stevie Wonder, Coldplay, Beatles, Earth wind & Fire, Nick Cave, played by Chopin. With Prince singing. Live, I acts out characters inbetween having a cellphone conversation to tie the songs together into a story.

Biography

In literary programs across the country, young writers are told, “less is more.” Well, in the case of Peter Moore’s new solo album “One Ride,” that dictum is both turned on its head and turned to 11. Like a cross between Raymond Carver at his minimalist best and Brian Wilson at his symphonic heights, Moore has created a song cycle about a relationship on which he plays more instruments than three bands combined, and covers more stylistic ground than twice that many bands from three times as many countries.

As much a novel in songs as a conventional album, “One Ride” grew out of Moore’s solo show of the same name, a piece of musical theater that he’s been performing in the Boston area for years. Playing piano while banging on a kick drum and occasionally switching to other instruments, Moore embodied the various characters in cellphone dialogs in this “romantic play” like a writer creating a world. Indeed, one might say that Moore embodies the literary dictum that less is more in more ways than one.

Of course, while the stage show of “One Ride” was necessarily skeletal, Moore’s new album of the same name is more expansive. Again like Brian Wilson, Moore holed up in his studio with dozens of instruments and began laying down the tracks that make up this amazing new work. Aside from the string and brass chamber ensemble he assembled and conducted for some of the songs,Moore played every instrument on the album and he also sang every croon, chant and wail.

Yet this is no solipsistic nightmare of one man cut off from the world. This is a world leaping whole from one man’s brain – and it is at once funny, wise, heartbreaking and damn entertaining. Moving from pop chestnuts with symphonic grace to soulful grooves with soaring melodies to sturm-und-drang wails of gothic angst, all while connecting the songs by a kind of Greek-chorus that creates a contiguous story line, Moore explores the classic cycle of a love relationship, from infatuation to courtship to doldrums to breakup to rejuvenation.

But “One Ride” is not just a story in music. It’s also a story about music and music’s relationship to romance. In fact, perhaps nothing exemplifies this better, than the story behind “One Ride” and Moore’s efforts to complete it. In addition to playing most of the instruments and singing all the vocals, Moore self-engineered the CD, grabbing time on tour buses, in hotel rooms (while touring as the lead vocalist and keyboardist with the Blue Man Group’s Megastar World Tour) and back at his Boston basement studio to do so. “One Road” then is not only about the classic cycle of a love relationship, it is the embodiment of it, this true labor of love from an unrequited and venerable talent having taken twenty years to complete.

Lyrics

I Know Someone

Written By: Peter Moore

I see you sleepwalkin down past reception.
“Here’s the invoice, would you be so kind?”
I hear yer small talkin bout Tuesday night shows.
Here’s the part where you sift through supplies.

Then you weed through the piles of orphanned files.

I know someone who wants you.
I know someone who’s crazy for you
Sings your name to attain euphoria.
I know someone who wants you.

I hear your right-angle words work some magic.
Tickling grey trays, you flatter the flocks.
Here I happen to head towards the break room.
Your hand’s dry-humping a CrackerJack box.

Tell me, do they still hide a surprise inside?

If Heaven Ever Knew

Written By: Peter Moore

This feeling I get when you walk by me
I’m doing just fine keepin’ inside me.
But ev’ry now and then
I want to let it out.
And I start to try,
but I’m gun shy.
You make me walk cock-eyed.
You make me talk tongue-tied.

If Heaven ever knew how much I care
they’d send eleven angels through the air
just to sing to you how much I care

It’s tragic, but words they often fail me.
My passions misfire. My dreams derail me.
But time and time again
I hear what love’s about.
Gotta let you know.
Let my love show.
Maybe you’d be impressed.
Maybe lend me your chest.

If Heaven ever knew how much I care
they’d send eleven angels through the air
just to sing to you how much I care

I could sacrifice my pride;
reveal the dreams my head says to hide.
You might laugh and say I’m lame...
Or you might say you feel the same way, too.

Droppin Trou

Written By: Peter Moore

The lobby is bare
Except for one chair
Up one flight of stairs,
I'm the first door down.
Maybe we'll go
out to a show,
there always is so
much to do downtown.
I already want you
yeah, your smile seems so kind
yeah, you’re moving so fine.
So I ain’t wastin no time.

I’m droppin trou’
I’m droppin trou’ for you, bay-baa.
It means I love you.

I want to be seen
with you as my queen.
It’s nearly obscene
how you turn me on.
I’ll take you indoors
I’ll bake you s’mores.
I’ll wake to your snores
at the crack of dawn.
I’m thinkin I love you
you’re so cute in the snow
And if you need it slow
I should first let you know

I’m droppin trou’
I’m droppin trou’ for you, bay-baa.
It means I love you.

Sister Sunshine

Written By: Peter Moore

Hey, Sister Sunshine, is that you walking on my floor? Knocking on my door just to wake me? I think it is. I close my eyes, act fast asleep. I’ll fool you, teeth-to-feet, so you’ll come ‘neath my sheet, and you’ll take me! At least that’s the plan. You sho nuff know how to love your man!
Your love’s a gift for me, it shines like a Christmas tree. Heaven sent you to be my sister sunshine.
Hey, Sister Sunshine, is that your kiss speakin through my lips? Sneakin to my hips? Oh, you’ll make me feel so alive. I’ll hold you all day if that’s alright. You’ll shut the paper blinds… So what? A neighbor minds when you shake me? I’m not concerned long as you’re showin’ all the lovin you’ve learned.
You wear the secret scent of oceans. Whisper sentimental notions. Fill me with a sense of motion, then go. All my life I’ve saved for something, for a girl so brave in loving. You don’t walk that way for nothing, I know.

The Romance

Written By: Peter Moore

Now. Where has the Romance gone?
It's gone. There's no use faking it.
You promised you'd always be true.
Well, that's catching up with you now.
Where is the Romance now?
The truth? There's no reshaping it.
The rubble lies inside her, too.
There's nothing you can do now.

After three years
the passion disappears.
That mongrel, Doldrums, rears his ugly head.
And in enters Doubt,
who asks why you're holding out,
enduring Yearning's drought with nothing said.

Now. Where has the Romance gone?
It's gone. There's no use faking it.
You promised you'd always be true.
Well, that's catching up with you now.
Where is the Romance now?
The truth? There's no reshaping it.
The rubble lies inside her, too.
There's nothing you can do now.

No great event,
no soiled sacrament,
did cause or represent such sour demise.
'Twas simply fears
of faces facing years
holding only tears in weathered eyes.

Now. Where has the Romance gone?
It's gone, there's no mistaking it.
The trees of love that swiftly grew
the winds too deftly blew down.
Where is the Romance now?
The truth? There's no escaping it.
There's no pretending it's not through.
What use is trying to now?

Discography

One Ride full-length CD. Street release date 09.12.08

Set List

Set is exactly 45 minutes. No more, no less. It's nine songs with short quasi-theatric interstitials that weave the songs together into a story.