NEWS. PRESS. MUSIC. SIDE PROJECTS. CD BABY. ITUNES. CAFEPRESS. PHOTO. CLIP. THINK. DONATE. LINK. INFO. MUSIC. Solo Releases by Daniel. Bootlegged at the Temple [2000] Tracklist: 01 - Zebra crossing 02 - Pretty good effort 03 - Sarah 04 - Fireescapes 05 - Look Mama! 06 - Are you a free (wo)man? 07 - Echoes 08 - F**k the gardeners 09 - Midnight's gone 10 - Good job? >> Hear it @ CD Baby or iTunes or... Buy CD: >> @ CD Baby >> @ Amplifier [NZ/Australia] Download it: >> @ CD Baby >> @ All Apple iTunes Music Stores >> @ Mp3tunes.com >> @ Rhapsody >> @ PayPlay >> @ Napster PRESS Daniel's third album, Bootlegged at The Temple, came at a time when Daniel was fascinated with the idea of "a guy doing his thing, unannounced in a bar." "I wasn't on the gig guide," Daniel says of the nights in question. "They were spontaneous sessions, testing out tunes in new ways and just kinda playing to anyone that happened onto me." It was to be an experiment in playing and relating to strangers - strangers without expectations and without an inkling of what was in store for them. The liner notes to the album 'Bootlegged At The Temple' give an interesting angle on its background, but, as Daniel continues, the primary motivation was that "I was just fascinated by musicians doing their thing, without all the fanfare." "I'd travelled a lot and seen several really amazing musicians, just kind of spontaneously pulling up and playing in a local bar - and loved it." So much so, in fact, that the idea of simplifying his modus operandi was simply too tempting to refuse. "Rather than setting up a live recording, I chose a more realistic and honest portrayal - involving playing to whomever, and not to an invited audience." At the same time, however, it should be noted that Daniel was a sometime regular fixture at The Temple and elsewhere - filling the venue on official, promoted gig nights. As a cathartic exercise - in the same way Aristotle suggested that art can purify the emotions - Daniel saw 'Bootlegged At The Temple' as "my way of bootlegging myself." "Doing an unannounced gig - like those whom had inspired me - I took the chance that no-one would be interested, but people that were there enjoyed what I was doing." It is a little rawer than his previous or later works, but not unpolished. Daniel weaves his way around the familiar tracks with such a natural grace that they appear to be almost completely new. Zebra Crossing, for example, broods and shines "stinging like needles of joy" as Daniel so eloquently puts it. Midnight's Gone, on the other hand, shares the warmth and conviviality of The Temple, wherein Daniel simply "takes the floor (to) maybe play a song." Herein lies the essence of Bootlegged: simply an audience, a musician, and a quiet venue . . . - no hype. Tracks such as new one Echoes - "we might just be trying to set up a home, but even when we're fused together we shut our eyes to be alone"; and Look Mama - "Mama, I been dabbling in things I shouldn't had all of my life for the thrill of it" strike deep with their poetic, though harsh, reality. There's also Fuck The Gardeners, Are You A Free (Wo)Man? - "Thought you might like a wristwatch, but why remind you of time?" - Fireescapes, Good Job? and Sarah (all from FINE BY ME and flashback) to round out the album along with the other new song Pretty Good Effort - " I said I think I'm making a pretty good effort at using my limited talent and if I'm ever to reach the sky, first I got to get by". In context with Daniel's previous two albums - 'FINE BY ME' and 'flashback' - and subsequent release 'Bound and Suburban', 'Bootlegged' is a departure, which provides the listener a greater perspective on all of his work. Bootlegged is a great live album, which, over time, becomes as much a voyage of discovery and inspiration for the listener as for the musician himself. Justin Walsh - Quotes: "... Perhaps politics might actually catch on if Gannaway were doing the singing [OP-ED], instead of John Ashcroft's barbershop quartet. It's a thought. But until the Republican or Democratic National Convention is converted into a Broadway musical, we'll have to make do with Daniel. And that's going to be just fine for fans of indie folk pop with a message." - Indie-Music "...The great aspect of the album [SUMMER STORM] is that each song's arrangement maintains a minimalistic nature, which shows a discipline and a depth of understanding on Gannaway's part. Underneath the ukulele, the cruising drums and harmonic supporting bass grooves provide an all around easy and easily recommendable listen..." - NZ Musician Magazine "...Down to earth and laid back, it has none of the musical tension of trying too hard or the injection of false emotions. Suburban folky and bohemian chic, it [darling one year] ties up agreeably layered and distorted vocals into an angst-ridden, quirky pop as catchy as The Strokes but easily as mysteriously engaging as James Keenan Maynard..." - Indie-Music "...[Bound and Suburban] like walking alone on the beach at night and seeing Jim Morrison and Jeff Buckley strumming and singing at the water’s edge..." - Indie-Music "...Herein lies the essence of Bootlegged at the Temple: simply an audience, a musician, and a quiet venue... - no hype... In context with Daniel's previous two albums - FINE BY ME and flashback* - and subsequent release 'Bound and Suburban', 'Bootlegged' is a departure, which provides the listener a greater perspective on all of his work. Bootlegged is a great live album, which, over time, becomes as much a voyage of discovery and inspiration for the listener as for the musician himself." - Justin Walsh LYRICS Track 01: Zebra crossing [from FINE BY ME] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 Eddie's old album's on the stereo Richie's at the stove Food in the making We have returned in from Parisian cold The sting in my hands It feels like needles of joy Warmth's telling me it's tale Over a red bottle of wine Hey you candles in the corner Won't you bare your flicker here? This bread lies half eaten Accompanied by my vacant stare Here I am Stumbling over my thoughts of you My mind's elsewhere My mind's elsewhere My life in between one place and the other Soon I return to finish it I will replace it with another I will sort through these documents I will file away the hurt I'll sign over ownership then I'll leave without my heart My heart My heart Period of my life is at end you know I'm a zebra crossing I'm standing on the street edge now baby am I ready to start walking? I'm stumbling over my thoughts of you My mind is elsewhere My mind is elsewhere Oh my My mind My mind Cats and their colors Leopards and their spots And all the changes we don't think we're capable of I was a boy in the Pacific yeah inside I think I still am Speaking to the seagulls as they stand before me in the sand Then there was no confusion with an ocean God as my sun The whales passing in the night on their migratory run I feel them running Do you feel them running my friend I feel them running What are they running from? You got my mind You got my soul Now you want my heart baby you got it all You got my mind You got my soul You got my heart baby You want it all You want it all You want it all You got control You want it all You got it all You want it all You want it all You got control + Track 02: Pretty good effort Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 He said he said he said Pretty good effort pretty good effort For a guy with little talent Pretty good effort pretty good effort For a guy with little talent Pretty good effort you made a few people smile Hey they probably want more of you Even though you've not paid any dues And though you might be on the tips of they're tongues right now They'll forget you in a second You'll never reach the sky sky sky sky And some of us have been plugging this circuit We been years in the making ourselves get up for years And there are few opportunities to get a deal doing what you love So we all got a killer instinct why don't you beware of it Why don't you stay clear of it Why don't you beware Why don't you stay clear Well I said I think I'm making a pretty good effort At using my limited talent And if I'm ever to reach the sky First I got to get by And I know you been plugging this circuit I know you been getting up for years As a rookie I got nothing but respect for you Or anyone who gets up here But I'm using my talent + Track 03: Sarah [from flashback*] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 Oh come on Sarah Pull us together We're not defunct Just under weather And I'm not the man for this job No I'm not the man for this job Oh come on Sarah Tell me it's not true You've the strength of will To carry us through And I'm not the man for this job No I'm not the man for this job I'm a man who used to land jet aeroplanes Solely responsible for three hundred lives But somewhere out there my abilities crashed to the ground My nerves put me off you know they've never been found Oh come on Sarah Don't run off on me now You’re the one way I handle What's going on in my world And I'm not the man for this job No I'm not the man for this job I'm a man who used to land jet aeroplanes Solely responsible for three hundred lives But somewhere out there my abilities crashed to the ground My nerves put me off you know they've never been found Sarah Sarah Sarah Sarah I'm that man used to land jet aeroplanes And when we made love I swear we'd burn in flames Oh but somewhere out there my abilities crashed to the ground My nerves put me off they've never been found No no no no Sarah Sarah Sarah Sarah Am I still your man? Am I still your man Sarah? Am I still your man? Am I still your man sarah? + Track 04: Fireescapes [from FINE BY ME] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 Since I met you Since I met you Since I met you Since I met you I've been standing in fireescapes I've been screaming at the top of my lungs Just to get it out But all it does is bounce Up ten floors and back down Stops in front of me says hey! Daniel Hey what is wrong? Are you too scared to wear your face? Are you too scared to use your voice? Are you too scared to be yourself? Are you too scared to be yourself? Be myself Be myself Now when I walk out my door Since I first had that little talk with you It's been following me like another In my head and upon my shoulder asking Are you too scared to wear your face? Are you too scared to use your voice? Are you too scared to be yourself? Are you too scared? Are you too scared? Well yes I'm scared Are you gonna laugh and break my balls? Yes I'm scared But this corner’s getting too small Yes I'm scared ‘cause I don't want to be your window shopping You don't have to buy me No you can leave me hanging Hanging hanging hanging hanging In fire escapes Well yes I'm scared Are you gonna laugh and break my balls? Yes I'm scared But this corner’s getting too small Yes I'm scared ‘cause I don't want to be your window shopping You don't have to buy me No you can leave me hanging + Track 05: Look Mama! [a postcard from NY] [from flashback*] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 I yelled look Mama no hands! As I was riding down Mount Airy Road And I know you were not there But you'd have shaken your head I'm just a dreamer Mama still riding my bike I'll be middle aged soon Mama I'll still not be grown up I'm the reject of many relationships Mama I'm difficult and better off on my own I'm the reject of many job prospects Mama Any skills I have this world's outgrown I know you wish I'd steady on there Mama But balance is something I've never never known I'm just a dreamer Mama still riding my bike I'll be middle aged soon Mama I'll still not be grown up I was yelling look Mama! Look Mama! as I was riding Look Mama! as I was riding Look Mama! as I was riding Look out son! Look out son! Then a state trooper cited me for peddling reds Said I could of been hit by an oncoming flatbed Mama I been dabbling in things I shouldn’t a had All of my life for the thrill of it + Track 06: Are you a free (wo)man? [from FINE BY ME] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 I'm sending a present of someone I like Music you should hear in the dark Or lying on your back in a spacious place Like the desert or a park I thought you might like a wrist-watch But why remind you of time? We've talked enough of it running out You of yours and me of mine Quarter century quarter century I try not to look and count But I check the scoreboard It's a quarter century Hope you're near to knowing what you want I'm out of here soon maybe days I've seen a little and I've lived a lot They've cut my contract they cannot sell me They don't want to hear what I've got So I won't play for them I won't play for them I will not play for them I won't play for them But I'll play for you My flatmate left his steak on the floor Lost himself in the night He drags me into all manner of things But I can't blame him for my part Well I'm gonna take a break now From microscopes and fakes I'm gonna lock myself up in a room Gonna sweat it out and listen to What I won't play for them I won't play for them I will not play for them I quite hapy playing for you And I know you hear me this time Or when I next see you again 'cause your my friend But do not ask me for surprises no no no 'Cause I'm empty of them Empty of them Empty And so there goes my letter to you my friend And so there goes my letter to you my friend I hope you sig along I hope that you are a free woman I hope that you are a free man + Track 07: Echoes Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 These are echoes of daydreams Space and black Oh she slips me inside she Takes me deep I'm taken aback Candy dissolves in fire Oh the sweetness of this bliss Blanket wrapped and smooth on The wind I'm blown her kiss I'm blown her kiss Oh my freedom cries out and clenches My teeth before simul-gasp This crawling leads on to running And on from life until our deaths Until our deaths And on from life until our deaths And on on on and on from life until our deaths Oh it seems we're sight-seers We might just be trying to set up a home But even when we're fused together We shut our eyes to be alone Yet we're selfish enough To share some of this love This love that's skipping off these tones Of all these lies we say we keep until morning Lies that decay my bones Decay my bones Decay my bones All my lie lie lie all my lies they decay my bones my bones All my lie lie all my lies they decay my bones my bones You see I lied to her I said hey I do not love you I said hey I do not love you I said hey I do not love you Oh how I lied + Track 08: F**k the gardeners [tall poppy syndrome] [from flashback*] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 It's not luck in my life that my friends want to move on They don't care for this syndrome and they stand tall They say do the best you can don't matter if you fuck up But don't listen to those gardeners they're just out to Cut you down they want to cut you down They want to cut you they'll cut you down They want to cut you down down Fair bit of mockery goes down around their house I don't see them much but when I do there's no where else You can laugh your head off or admit you messed up Without some gardener there just poised to Cut you down they want to cut you down They want to cut you they'll cut you down They want to cut you down down They want to cut cut cut any poppy They want to cut cut cut any poppy They want to cut cut cut any poppy They want to cut cut cut any poppy So many gardeners here I had to see the world I ain't seen enough yet but enough to tell you There's so many people proud and out to help They're gonna walk all over those who are just out to cut Cut you down they want to cut you down They want to cut you they'll cut you down They want to cut you down down They want to cut cut cut the poppies They want to cut cut cut any poppy They want to cut cut cut any poppy They want to cut cut cut any poppy Stand tall Stand tall Stand tall Stand tall + Track 09: Midnight's Gone [from FINE BY ME] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 Midnight's gone and I'm still awake I've a feeling this has happened to me before Midnight's gone and left me behind My duty seems to be to bring up the dawn I'm losing sleep Watching the man swim in the moon Trees are tripping up while these lamposts they are walking Gutters are cluttered with the know of street talking Midnight's gone and I'm still awake Midnight's gone and I think it's too late So I come here I say hey Karyn She lets me into this Temple Bar on the premise I'll take the floor Maybe play a song And then she knows She says she knows that girl who's perfect for me She could tell you too but she won't because That's between Karen and I Midnight's gone and I think it's too late Midnight's gone and I'm still awake So I'm skipping off down Queen Street My destination's become that tall tower I think I'm gonna climb up and watch the beginning of light You know the sun the sun thesun's gonna chase away the night Midnight's gone and I'm still awake Midnight's gone and I think it's too late Midnight's gone Midnight's gone It's gone it's gone My mouth is heavy with all this thought Some kind of unchained untamed thought Seems like too much to give up so soon But sleep's coming on with a crash and a boom Sleep's coming on with a crash Sleep's coming on with a crash Sleep's coming on with a crash Sleep's coming on with a crash and a Boom boom boom boom da da da da da da ... Sleep's coming on with a crash and a boom Sleep's coming on coming on so soon Sleep's coming on with a crash and a boom Sleep's coming on I can feel it coming on too soon + Track 10: Good job? [from flashback*] Music & Lyrics by Daniel Gannaway/Apra © 2000 You have done us wrong And you have stolen our stuff And gauging from the talk around here If you get found out you'll get messed up Now I can't do physical but I'd like to get inside your head Figure out if it was for survival Or if you're just a low-life and a dreg Is that all that you are? Are you spit in a glass? Are you just a thief? Steals others keep Well Bethells is a fine place Wild and black on the sea Where people should chill out Without anxiety But you smashed the car Ruined a day in the sun You took my personal thoughts And all of our possessions Are you just a fucking thief? Are you just a thief? Are you just a thief? Are you just a thief? Oh you're a thief Oh you're a thief Oh you're a thief Oh you're a thief Well bethells is such a fine place So wild and black on the sea Where people should be able to chill out Without anxiety Anxiety But you stole everything we had in our car And though I feel invaded I think I'm going to leave you In the hands of karma Karma Karma Quick links: >> MP3s & CDs @ CD Baby! >> Apple iTunes >> Rhapsody >> iSOUND >> MP3tunes >> Napster >> eMusic >> myspace >> VIRB >> ReverbNation >> CafePress ^ top ^ thankyou for supporting truly independent music