About Rusty clay
I was born July 21st 1963 and have loved music as far back as I can remember. I was cursed or blessed with a desire to write and play music which haunts my waking days and nights. I have written more than 120 songs and I will begin sharing them with anyone willing to listen. Some will be with a band and some will be just me and a guitar, some may be experiments in sound and others deep told storie ... read more
Posted at 2018-01-06
Posted at 2018-01-06
I thought I'd start the year out with one of my favorite songs that I wrote, and with it talk about something many artists and I have in common. Presenting idea's. Sometimes ideas come quick and fast, so fast in fact that we literally forget them within an hour if we don't document them. Other times they linger and ferment until we are ready to create them.
We think about those ideas and shape them in our minds until we are ready to give them birth. Then as we start to shape them, they change and become real. We try to keep them as close as we can to what we originally envision, and the closer we get to that vision the greater the internal reward. However as any parent knows you must give your children the freedom to grow and evolve. As an artist those choices can stop and kill a song so we are always guarding our ideas to protect our precious works of art. However we should never be afraid to try changes or listen to constructive critiques. Knowing what to change is what makes us artists. Listening to the universe around us and using it's synchronicity often takes us to new and greater visions.
The great thing about songwriting is that a song continues to evolve beyond its initial recordings as other artists present their versions of our vision. A perfect example is the song All Along the Watchtower by Bob Dylan and then reworked by Jimmy Hendrix, wow that idea takes off in a direction that no one ever suspected it could go. Another great example of how a song evolves is Strawberry Fields Forever by Lennon and McCartney. You can now listen to the various takes and recordings and witness the growth of one of the greatest modern songs. This growth is an inspiration to all struggling artists and I highly recommend a listen. listen as an idea becomes a masterpiece over a series of seventeen takes
I'm not sure of the where or when I had the idea for A Ghost of the City. What I can tell you is that the Idea sat in my brain for a very long time, over a decade. It's a story of the old west overlaid upon current times. A story of human nature never changing, and that the roles we played 100 years ago are the same roles we play today, and they will be the same roles we play 100 years from now.
A Ghost of the City is a complete story set to music. When I finally sat down to write it, I spent a morning, and then came back to it several times. I showed it to a friend who thought it was great. We talked for a while and then later after he left I found inspiration for a better ending through a rhyme he jokingly used. That rhyme inspired me to rewrite the last couple of verses and give the song a cycle of completion it lacked.
I still needed music to go with the words and felt like I had written something on par with the Hotel California by the Eagles(hey it's my ego, my song so I can dream if I want) so I used that song as a starting place, a great story needs great music.
I started to sing the words and the chords slowly fell into place. I went into the studio and recorded everything as you hear it and listened and rerecorded, and listened, made changes, and rerecorded the piece 4 times until I ended up with the version you hear now. I hope you enjoy this modern tale about the outlaws of the old west living in the modern age.
Thanks again for all the support
Posted at 2017-12-17
Posted at 2017-12-17
I've uploaded what I call an anti anti Christmas song. It was inspired by an atheist that compared God to a jug of milk. Frankly I don't care what anyone believes, but I respect their right to believe what they do as long as they don't start preaching to me about how I should convert or follow their beliefs, or tell me mine are stupid, and I'm dumb for believing them. I wanted to write a song that told those people how hurtful they can be. The song is also a message to those who believe in Christmas. Don't let them take away your Christmas.
Merry Christmas to everyone that believes
and a Happy Holiday season and time to everyone else whatever your beliefs may be
Posted at 2017-10-01
Posted at 2017-10-01
I was only planning on posting one new song today, but as I walked out the door and left my house I saw my neighbor beating his wife. He had charged up the stairs of his porch and slammed her into the wall and then began choking her. I called to him to stop and he turned toward me with a blank look on his face. I could see his rage begin to shift towards me and then he started to come towards me. I quickly told him I saw everything and that I was going to call the police. He stopped and turned towards his wife who had her hand on her throat and was grasping for air. I reached for my phone and realized I left it in the house charging so I ran inside and grabbed it and quickly dialed 911. He fled while I was in the house, but I called the police anyway. I was late for work so I don't know how things worked out, but I'll risk an angry neighbor or two to prevent a catastrophe. I like to listen to the universe and so I am going to post a song I wrote about domestic violence called Better Left Unsaid. Its a story about a broken family. I think its a great song, however It is only in a demo state at this point One day I hope I can revisit it and give it the proper care it deserves, but it is now here for your enjoyment.
The song I originally wanted to post is called Run Devil Run and it is about a man selling his soul to the devil. I had just bought a program called Ableton and had sat down and began playing with the sounds. This song came about after 3 hours of playing around. None of the words or music existed before I sat down and I went to bed with the finished piece you hear now. All the music was generated on a typewriter keyboard, and as I got a feel for the song I wrote down some words and then sang them.
When I woke I listened to what I had created but had no clue at all as to what the notes were or how I could play the song live for anyone and so I rewrote it. It became The Devil's Kitchen or The Devil's Jamboree. I rewrote the song on a Sunday morning in a matter of 2-3 hours. Both songs are as different as can be. It's just me and a guitar, and I can't say I like one more than the other, but I hope you enjoy listening to both versions. Again thanks for subscribing. I hope you enjoy the stories and insights and don't be shy. If you have something to say please do
till next time
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Posted at 2017-08-17
Posted at 2017-08-17
First let me say thank you to every one who has taken the time to listen to my music and subscribe. The kind words and encouragement mean more to me than I could ever express. It's very difficult and lonely to be the only one who feels what you are doing is worth something. To actually read the kind words I've gotten is a dream in and of itself. I can't say it enough.
In case you don't know I have uploaded two new songs for you to listen too, "Moonlight in Texas" and "Crazy Old Dog".
"Moonlight in Texas" is a song I played with my band the Rustid Project. There were four of us in the band. Billy Value played the lead guitar, Jack Jetsen played the base, Frankie (the gun) Faruzzi played the drums, and I played the rhythm guitar and sang.
I thought I would share the story of how I came to write "Moonlight in Texas" with you.
At the time I had a day job and played with the band 3-5 nights a week. Things were really going well for the band, and of course my day job decided to send me away to Texas for several weeks. Unfortunately that job paid the bills, so I had to go.
I was in Texas for about a week and my money was almost gone. I still had about two weeks to go before the project was finished and to get through I only had $30.00 to my name. The company had sent several employees with me and we were sharing a room and stuff. We had heard about a bar that offered a buffet with the purchase of a beer and we decided to check it out.
At the time, the country was going through a recession, especially in Texas. It was so bad you could get a years free rent by paying one months rent and signing a two year lease.
Driving down the road all you could see were topless bars, pawn shops, and used car dealers. The sights were beginning to really depress me and I was growing homesick.
I had not eaten lunch that day trying to conserve my funds and was ready and willing to try to get an almost free dinner, so even if it was crackers and chicken wings washed down with beer I was willing to partake.
The restaurant we were told about was located at the 14th floor of a building located in the downtown area. It was about 5 miles down the road from our hotel, so not having a car I tagged along with the crew.
We entered the fancy building and boarded the elevator and headed to the top. We had just passed the eleventh floor when the elevator failed and dropped like Disney's "Tower of Terror". I will say this thank god elevators have built in brakes cause they saved our lives that night. Unfortunately they did not stop the fall of the elevator, but they did slow it down. We hit the ground with a big crash and almost everyone was knocked to the ground upon impact. I was actually the youngest and most fit in our group at the time and managed to pry open the elevator doors.
When the doors opened I found our elevator was 40 inches below ground level. I climbed up and helped everyone out of the elevator. No one was really hurt and we were all still hungry and thirsty so we took a second elevator to the top while a frantic doorman was dialing for help.
Once at the top we all entered the bar and bought a beer and helped ourselves to the buffet. After a beer and a dozen or so chicken wings my homesickness really started to kick in. At that point all I wanted to do was go home, so I excused myself and decided to walk home to the hotel.
I forgot this was Texas and in the middle of summer. Even if it was after sundown it was still hot. I had walked about 3 miles and I was hot, thirsty, tired, and maybe a little shook up from the fall, and then I did something I was told to never do. I stuck out my thumb and began to hitch hike home. As I turned around I saw Dallas with a big beautiful full moon floating in the sky. The lights of the city mirrored the lights in the sky, and I began walking backwards with my thumb stretched out for a ride. I had walked another mile or so without attracting a ride and was extremely thirsty so I walked into the first place I came across to get a drink.
This was during a recession so it should really come as no surprise that the place I stumbled into was a topless bar. I think they all were at the time. Anyway I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer.
It took about a minute for one of the girls to approach me. I looked her in the eye and explained my situation, that I was almost broke and was only there to get a quick drink. I was not there to buy a dance or anything else. She smiled and went about her job, but came back to see me and we started to talk. She asked me not to leave and bought me a beer, and in between her dances we talked all night. She told me her name was Dawn. That night I made friends with all the dancers and the bartenders and ended up going out to breakfast at a Denny's with a dozen strippers. Every guys dream right. Better still all the dancers from all the clubs were going there and I ended up making friends with hundreds of young women who were doing the only thing they could to survive life's storm. Those girls gave me a ride back to my hotel and invited me back the next night and next and I spent two week making some wonderful friends.
That first night, however when I got back to my room I picked up a pen and a small notepad on the desk and wrote the words down before going to sleep. Part of it was my love for home and part of it was for Dawn and her beautiful green eyes.
When I had returned back to my home outside of Chicago and the band got together for our practice, Bill pulled out his guitar and showed me a new lick he was working on. The tempo he played it at reminded me of the words I had written two weeks earlier. I convinced him to play it like a twelve bar and everything started to click.
I had thought about something I heard Eric Clapton say about trying to take the blues somewhere different and said lets change the back end of the twelve bar so that it's a unique take on the blues and that's what we did.
I hope I haven't rambled on to long. I could have said I wrote it while hitch hiking but where's the fun in that. Besides its not every day you get to brag about strippers buying you a beer. anyway I hope to be back soon with a shorter story about how I wrote "Crazy Old Dog" which is about my dog Jazz. I have not promoted this song at all yet but its a real fun tale I hope you check out soon
Until next time
Follow the path of love to happiness
Posted at 2017-07-31
Posted at 2017-07-31
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I'll use this space to share stories about the songs I write and updates for when things are happening. Sometimes I may even share a memory and ask you to share yours.
Since I started this program I have added the words and cover art to "All Good People", "the Freedom of Man", and
"4 A. M."
"All Good People" was written 37 years ago and the first line was actually "17 and justified". I changed it every year until I hit 23 years old and stopped. The song was a way for me to pay tribute to some of my favorite bands, The Beatles, The Stones, and Yes. It is one of the first songs I wrote, but not the first.
One of my goals has always been to write songs that are timeless and I hope when you listen to the song you have no clue that it is 37 years old.
Morning after morning I find myself waking up at about 4 A.M. and one morning when I woke I began thinking about a friend that moved to California, and I wrote down the words to most of the song. About a year later the band I was in was practicing and the lead guitarist Billy Value started playing something on his guitar, instantly I thought of these words. I pulled them out of a folder I had, and we began to put words and music together. Within an hour we had the song, however it felt like something was missing. So I listened to the tapes of that nights practice, and decided the song needed an ending. The last verse now refers to the first and completes the story. A somewhat happy ending that never really happened in real life.
The last song I would like to talk about is "The Freedom of Man". This is a very deep song about the struggles of the black race throughout the history of the USA, and how we treat one another. I had read somewhere that slavery actually enslaves those who hold the power and wanted to touch upon that aspect of freedom. That we can never be free until we all are free, and that freedom comes with a cost.
I wanted to say something powerful and deep about an issue that haunts our country and will always be a part of what we were and are. My hope is that the song causes the listener to reflect on their inner feelings as they enjoy a tale of our historic past.
I will have new songs to share this month. I'm still trying to decide which and how many, but I will upload at least two in August with cover art and lyrics.
Till then, thank you very much for your time and support
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All Good People Cover Art
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Crazy Old Dog
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World Without Christmas
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