land of plenty
a long time ago
in the land of plenty
i saw a figure
and it was coming to me
asked me my name
and where i was living
i said i live in
the...
Bill_B:
Rich’s song strides with a lively New‑Yorkish pulse, its bass lines quick and cunning, its groove touched with that sly angular spark of Talking Heads. The lyric turns its seasons with gentle wit, and the repeated spring… spring… spring… rings like a playful summons. A sharp, spirited piece spunding like its from a true New Yorker.
Wow thank you Bill!
07/04/26 05:59:42PM @the-hollowed:
Rich’s song strides with a lively New‑Yorkish pulse, its bass lines quick and cunning, its groove touched with that sly angular spark of Talking Heads. The lyric turns its seasons with gentle wit, and the repeated spring… spring… spring… rings like a playful summons. A sharp, spirited piece spunding like its from a true New Yorker.
07/04/26 04:59:16PM @rob-grant:
Love this track.....lots going on. Loved the bass line and the synths. Great vocal job.
Richie Lodato- playing from a gut response ever since I could communicate. Daddy got drunk and played guitar for me.
At 15 I leaned to play. At 19 I moved...
Richie Lodato- playing from a gut response ever since I could communicate. Daddy got drunk and played guitar for me.
At 15 I leaned to play. At 19 I moved to San Fran cis co in 1974 . A couple of years later I purchased my first recording studio and installed it in a fainting closet at the end of a nice long Victorian railroad flat. ~ 1970's in S.F. with a project studio! Those were the daze..
Love this track.....lots going on. Loved the bass line and the synths. Great vocal job.
Rich’s song strides with a lively New‑Yorkish pulse, its bass lines quick and cunning, its groove touched with that sly angular spark of Talking Heads. The lyric turns its seasons with gentle wit, and the repeated spring… spring… spring… rings like a playful summons. A sharp, spirited piece spunding like its from a true New Yorker.
Rich’s song strides with a lively New‑Yorkish pulse, its bass lines quick and cunning, its groove touched with that sly angular spark of Talking Heads. The lyric turns its seasons with gentle wit, and the repeated spring… spring… spring… rings like a playful summons. A sharp, spirited piece spunding like its from a true New Yorker.
Love this track.....lots going on. Loved the bass line and the synths. Great vocal job.