But the first idea has been put forward, a little two-chord riff that sounds like a slightly off-kilter version of the old Mysterians single, “96 Tears.”Īlejandro keeps plugging away and finally Chuck picks up his acoustic and plays the same two drubbing chords and hollers out a few dopey blues couplets, trying to breathe some life into the idea and mostly failing. We know this because Chuck is still talking on his cell phone. Moot the Hoople is on the turntable.Ĭhuck leaves the room for a little while and when he returns Alejandro is playing guitar and singing nonsense rhymes. But for a while now they’ve been shooting the shit about the old days, when punk rock was everything and Alejandro was playing with Rank and File and Chuck was at SF State, itching to abandon his destiny as a middle-class kid from Orange County. They’re supposed to be writing songs for Alejandro’s new record.
There’s a ratty drum kit, a few guitars, a turntable, and, the main thing, Chuck says, the thing that makes this space into a studio – no fucking internet access. To set the scene: Alejandro Escovedo and Chuck Prophet are laying on the carpet Chuck’s studio, south of Market. “Chuck Prophet Writes the Songs That Make, Well, Not the Whole World, But a Small, Statistically Insignificant Portion of it Sing”
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