Who He?
Stuart Pearson is a Los Angeles curiosity. He has performed hundreds of shows throughout California, sometimes playing ten instruments in a night. As a solo musician, band leader or theater author, he is slightly left of normal.

photo courtesy of Conrad H

He sings. He plays. He has a relentlessly sunny view of life. Strangers shout "I love you!" during his shows, especially when he's playing his Slinky, hurdy-gurdy, toy piano, throwing toys at the crowd or doing a duet with his accordion and cymbal-playing toy monkey Carlos.  
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From Long Island, Stuart moved to California with a suitcase, two guitars and a dream - like everyone else did.  WHAT A MAROON !

Somehow, he didn't die and went on to create "Through the Woods" a band that blended hurdy gurdy, glockenspiel, tuba, bike wheels, banjo, hubcaps, squeezebox and on and on.  In 1996, they were voted "Band of the Year" by the National Academy of Songwriters.

 The rush of notoriety caused the music industry in L.A. to go "huh?"  They adored but shunned TTW as unmarketable.  Disillusioned, Stuart disappeared for several years (rumors include a coma, time spent in a traveling carnival and wounds involving a monster truck rally). wanna buy a cd?

Stuart has been performing over 100 shows a year lately and is now focusing more of his time on production and composing assignments.

Johnny Depp joining the throngs that are gathering around Slinky retailers nationwide.

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The "Church of Denial" show is on hiatus for now, but it will return to your TV screens soon!  Learn more here

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FRAMISTAN !

1) Drive
2) Leanne Doe
3) Here Comes Your Happy (a)
4) The Truth Gets Done (b)
5) 45 (c)
6) Your Mouth's A Magick Wand (c)
7) Hold
8) Rubber Room (d)
9) Love Theme From "Framistan!"
10) Nicotine
11) Taken Away
12) What Can You Expect (From A Man In Love) (a, b)
13) Save Me (a, b)

a) features Julia Albert
b) features Laura Labine
c) features Kerry Getz
d) features Debra Tala

All songs written by ME! for Margie & Art Publishing ASCAP. Except for "45" written by Pearson/ Getz for margie & art Publishing and Dick & Jane Publishing ASCAP

Recorded by ME! with loops, electric & acoustic guitars, synths, portuguese guitarra, hurdy gurdy, earlalaika, earlophone, glockenspiel, toy piano, slinky, SK-1, omnichord, mandolin, the mighty HUMP-288, accordion, concertina, lamps, boots, bells, Carlos the monkey, the Happy Holiday Orchestra and the Souls of the Damned Chorale and Glee Club.

DRIVE
Little thuds and shudders greet every wheel
On this unpaved road.
With the only light a pale yellow moon
This chassis groans.
There’s nothing under the seat I can use,
No crowbar, flare and no phone.

Half a tank of gasoline to nudge the wheel.
The fog is like a vasoline that won’t repeal.
Pump and pump the brakes but yet the car won’t yield,
You just drive.  Away.

The wooden fence posts blur and blend into one
As they pass my door.
The locks won’t open and the gas pedal sinks
To meet the floor.
I will not offer apologies, no anger, fear or remorse.

LEANNE DOE
Not a single movement,
Just a town whose snapshot world decayed.
Only square edged shadows remain.
Then from out of nowhere,
A little girl so quiet, still and stray.
On her shirt, someone stitched her name.

Where’s her ma? Where’s her pa?
There’s no one here to claim her.
Is there somewhere that she’s supposed to go?
Not a living thing in sight.
It’s like she formed from vapor.
They log her in as “Leanne Doe”.

She won’t answer questions.
Just a rat’s nest pile of brown and grey.
Wrapped in blankets, grim wet and cold.
Twenty years a ghost town.
Nothing here the cockroaches could claim.
How could she get by on her own.

HERE COMES YOUR HAPPY
I know you’ve been angry,
I know you’ve been tired,
I know that your fridge light broke.
But here comes your happy,
here comes your happy.

I know that you’re lonely,
I know that you feel like,
The butt of a cosmic joke.
But here comes your happy,
here comes your happy.

What are you going to do
With happiness stuck on your face?
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
It’s all over the place!

I know you’ve been grumpy,
I know that your mirror’s
Been showing you some jamoke.
But here comes your happy,
here comes your happy.

THE TRUTH GETS DONE
Don’t need no strap-on Elvis,
There ain’t no pity in chic.
There’s no escape from the landlord,
Guilt’s paid the rent for the week.
You hear a rap tap tap,
The rusty door’s squeakin’ open.
You feel a finger a-pokin’,
The things you choked down are coming up to choke ya.

Hey, Ha, The Truth Gets Done,
If you want it, or you don’t.
You might as well want it!

The bus approaches the corner,
Commuters pull on the cord.
The bus falls into the river,
The Swedes would call it fjord.
You hear a bang, bang, bang.
The engine stalls, water risin’,
The fishies fill your horizon,
You wish your plans had been a bit more enterprisin’.

I’m just a highway libretto,
Dog-eared, yellowed with age.
My brain just plays “Mellow Yellow”,
Like hamsters wheeling in a cage.
And with a clang, clang, clang
Bell meets the carnival mallet.
That bitter taste on your palette,
Tells you you’re elected but you weren’t on the ballot.

45
I’ll be your 45.  I’ll be your 45
Pick me up,
Any time that you’re lonely and I’ll drown out all the pain.
Right or Wrong,
I don’t care if tomorrow I’m a memory again.

I’ll be your 45.  I’ll be your 45
Lay me down,
Me spin round on your table, stick the needle in the groove.
Every sound,
Sets your world in motion, makes your meter move.

I’ll be your 45.  I’ll be your 45
You can flip me over, check my B side out,
You can leave me on the floor when your need runs out.

You can take me to a party to impress your friends,
You can leave me with your buddies when the evening ends.

I’m not a long player stuck at 33,
I’m a hit in three minutes, I was built for speed.

I’ll be your 45.

YOUR MOUTH'S A MAGICK WAND
Swollen promise on your lips,
Small explosion on your fingertips
Waiting for your words…

Your mouth’s a magick wand
Your mouth’s a magick wand
Begging for more won’t satisfy,
Thrust the deepest dark into the light
Your mouth’s a magick wand.

From the whisper to the deed,
From the hungry to the feed.
Something strong and feral you require.
Open wide and claim your wild desire,
it’s waiting for your words…

Your mouth’s a magick wand
Your mouth’s a magick wand
Sating a need that won’t say no,
Winter’s warmest breeze begins to blow.
Your mouth’s a magick wand.

HOLD
One night, one sky, one scared lonely planet
No light, no warm sense of home.
One taste, one tongue, one word never uttered.
You need to know you’re not alone.

Cause I wanna hold you and take your pain away
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.
No matter why the others abandoned you,
I will always remain.
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.

One sound, one vow, one heart sore and empty
Two arms, to cold to reply.
One bridge to walk, across frigid waters.
You need to know home’s on the other side.

Cause I wanna hold you and take your pain away
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.
No matter where the others abandoned you,
I will help you escape.
I wanna hold you and take your pain away.

All you've got to do is Hold.

RUBBER ROOM
Mama never ran.
Push to shove, she’d just evaporate away
Up until that day.
When the white coats came,
Strapped her up and hauled her away.
Now I’m pushing a broom in the rubber room next to mom’s.

Mama never lied.
I asked her how she’d vanish, she’d shush me away.
And say “You just behave.
It’s running in your genes,
Someday you’ll be seen unseen
Until you can bloom, clean the rubber room next to mom’s”

Why mama, why?
If you disappear, you could get out of here!
Why mama, why?
“Cause your mama has always done her best,
To give everyone a sense of usefulness.
Someday you’ll understand, that’s the gift in your hand,
To give this crazy world”.

Every now and then,
I see my feet so slowly pixilate away.
Running round Bombay.
She pats my cheek and says,
“Gotta run, bedcheck’s at ten”
Tomorrow the moon, tonight the rubber room next to mom’s.

NICOTINE
Stuck between my fingers,
She’s so hard and hot and straight.
Just one puff removes the bitterness
Of a world gone mad,
She’s Galahad,
She’s Nicotine.

Sex so tightly packaged,
in a corset and a filter.
I’m one hardpack short of numb.
I’m a troubled son,
Got to get me some, Nicotine.

Floating like a thought balloon,
Slow and steady and see you soon,
Like every floor of every last saloon
You swore you’d see,
All she claims to be is Nicotine.

Burning on my tongue,
Filling anything she pleases.
She’s a city standing still.
She’s the will, the fog,
the monologue,
She’s Nicotine.

TAKEN AWAY
Your telephone says, that I’ve been calling
It wonders how I’ve, been changing my voice.
The foot of your bed, Sheets pulled and falling,
Asks if I left,  If I had a choice.

Your mirror says I’m crying,
The clock says that I shouldn’t stay.
You’re due back soon, but I think it’s lying,
insisting and ticking away.
Would you take me back or have me taken away?

I hear a small huff, come from your closet,
“Your clothes walked away, so why are you here?”
A cigarette butt, laughs from a saucer.
Since when did you smoke?  You never would smoke.

WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT (FROM A MAN IN LOVE)
He may not understand you, although you make things clear.
He just wants to hold you and wipe away your tears.
He isn’t thoughtless, he just don’t think enough.
What can you expect from a man in love?

He doesn’t want to argue, he’s not equipped that way.
He’s afraid to lose you, from the stupid things he’ll say.
He’s far from perfect, a diamond in the rough.
What can you expect from a man in love?

And so he’ll buy you flowers, like every time before.
And he’ll wait for hours before knocking on your door.
He wants to tell you, you’re made of better stuff.
What can you expect from a man in love?

SAVE ME
When I get lonely and I, know I’ll die alone,
I just get grateful for the peace.
When I get hungry and I know I’m gonna starve,
I just get grateful for the feast.

Save me, save me, from myself.

When I get worried ‘cause I, know the money’s gone,
I just get grateful for the pay.
When I feel hopeless ‘cause there’s, no right for the wrong,
I just get grateful for the way.

Covered in darkness,
When I can’t see,
There’s nothing out there,
But me.

1) My Life As A Mime C
2) Valerie B, 4
3) Chang & Eng's America B, 6
4) Is This What You Want? C
5) Errant Behavior C
6) Wrong End Up C
7) Wax Paper A, 2
8) Please Forgive Me C
9) Crutches B
10) The Last Word Spoken By The Human Race C
11) Waterline C
12) High A 1,3
13) The Rain's Not Traveling Alone B, 5
14) Your Sound Alternative D
15) Don't Close Your Window Tonight B
16) Trouble C

All songs written @2004 by Stuart Pearson

A Engineering on 1st master Glen Nishiba, Pacifica
B Engineering and coproduction on 1st master David Knight, Sunset Sound Factory
C Engineering on drums by Glen at Pacifica
D Basic recording done at my old studio apartment on Fairfax Avenue and Sunset Blvd., Hollywood.

All songs feature Stuart Pearson & Bob Gannon & Steve Andreoni & David Quillen on everything but "High"
1 Kip Millwee on guitar, keyboards & vocals
2 Deror Margolith on keyboards & vocals
3 Rob Morse on bass
4 Kevin King on piano
5 David Knight on trombone
6 Alan Naggar on megaphone

STUART PEARSON - guitars, keyboards, hurdygurdy, concertina, banjo, mandolin, guitarra, ukelyn, accordion, earlophone, earlalaika, thumb piano, zoob tube, silverware, medicine balls, tibetan bells, lead and 5,000 backing vocals

BOB GANNON - cocktail and sitdown drums, junkyard percussion, spoons, twirly thing, bicycle wheel and bell, hubcaps and viking vocals.

STEVE ANDREONI - basses, tuba, trumpet and viking vocals.

DAVID QUILLEN - saxes, clarinet, flut-o-phones, glockenspiel, percussion, backing vocals

MY LIFE AS A MIME
It's my life as a mime,
I wave my hands and make faces all the time.
When no one hears and no one sees,
there's no responsibilities!
And that's the way it's got to be, I'm all right.
It's just my life as a mime.

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT
Like a fado in a Portuguese tavern,
Self possessed it rings in the air.
One channel nothing, the other channel something
next to nothing,  Is there anything there?
Nothing that some tupperware can't take.
Sit in the saddle, turn on the prattle,
Fifty songs without a single commercial break!

Is this what you want from radio? Sprach infotainment-ese?
Is this what you want, is this what you want from me?

Like a siamese creating a hairball,
bubbling underneath the top ten,
Spit up for love, blue skies above,
Change the channel and it's rhyming again.
Another boy band on the air.
Alternative is alternating seventies and eighties,
With a lava lamp and overstuffed chair.

Thirty second bite from the burger de jeur,
Money grows on trees with the proper manure.
Plant him in the back when the artist matures,
Win an award, tit shaker! Win an award tit shaker!

Lumpy like the gravy on the back of a car,
the bumper sticker makes a demand.
Local focus! Local focus!
Blink you miss it, that's the lay of the land.
Compost with a tangueray twist,
Who the Hootie do you think that you are?
Is there something left that I haven't kissed?

ERRANT BEHAVIOR
This is me, It's what I believe.
You may think that I'm not able,
To keep life and love both calm and stable.
Well, maybe you're right, I'm not the kind,
To work for a pension.
I may seem unrealistic, but I know I must live this...

Errant Behavior, Loose in a world that's open wide.
Errant Behavior, out in the world tonight.

I can't stay and pretend that I'm happy.
Living a lie, that isn't in me,
and taking the time to give you what you give me.
Sure, I'll cry when, I'm well on my way.
I can't let you see the tears, I've won from all my years of...

And I know your dreams for me
are things I've always wanted too.
But my love will never die...

I can't say that I'll always wander.
I asked my self too often, when will my heart soften my...

And I know I'll keep searching, no matter what I'll find,
Errant Behavior, out in the world tonight.

WRONG END UP
When ever fortune calls, I'm somewhere I shouldn't be,
Cause the wrong end up, is the wrong end down to me.
I am a Buick, driving straight toward catastrophe,
Cause the wrong end up, is the wrong end down to me.

The water's off, the phone's gone dutch,
Still people line up for my healing touch.
Acclaim as payment ain't enough!
I can't list the sick and maimed,
As employers on my resume!

My credit's shot, the repo's come,
I'm in the crisper section of oblivion!
Job descriptions, I have none!
I can't list my references, As the realms beyond the senses!

A Santa Claus at the mall, A sports mascot, suit and all,
While making broken folk well.
Some people live off their skills,
They thrive and love and pay bills,
If I could just touch myself! Maybe I should rephrase that...
Then again, maybe not...

WAX PAPER
Who's your lover now? Does he know what you require?
Is he sleeping now? When you're hot and full of fire?
One more cigarette, gazing at the yellow street light.
How can you forget, when it's so damn hot at midnight?

Wax Paper, Wax Paper,
Does he know about (wrap your arms in)
Wax Paper, Wax Paper, Does he know about me?

Are you happy now? Floating through an unwrapped public?
Are you getting out? The sex you expressed through the…

And I realize, you bent yourself for me.
Left to your own devices, You'd end up like me.

I bet you wonder now, where I am and what I'm doing.
If the stars allow, we'll meet again, And bare our skin for...

PLEASE FORGIVE ME
Please forgive me for Adam and Eve,
Please forgive me for Edie and Steve,
Please forgive me for folks I should leave alone.
Please forgive me for Abel and Cain,
Please forgive me for Bush and Hussein,
Please forgive me for Sly and Frank Stallone!
Let wide those gates and take me in!

Please forgive me! Please forgive me!
Please forgive me for all that I owe.
Please forgive me! Please forgive me!
Please forgive me and let me come home.

Please forgive me for Hitler and the Jews,
Please forgive me for "Lady Sings The Blues"
Please forgive me for jokes that went too, too far.
Please forgive me for the invention of the wheel,
Please forgive me for the Captain and Tennille,
Please forgive me for the chisel that I weilded to Mars.
I hope that face was flattering!

But you've got to admit, expectations were high,
That they could be more worthy of you.
They just heckle and spit at whatever crosses their eyes,
A target I couldn't refuse!

Please forgive me for Sampson and his hair,
Please forgive me for France and underwear,
Please forgive me for the road I paved to Hell.
Please forgive me for Jesus and the cross,
Please forgive me for calling Bruce "The Boss",
Please forgive me for the rising cost of health.
I spent too much time in singles bars!

THE LAST WORD SPOKEN BY THE HUMAN RACE
It isn't anything you'd want to hear, cause it doesn't have a punchline or a message of cheer.
It's not a saying that came over from France,
and it doesn't make you reminisce about a romance.
It's not a slogan that you wish you could erase,

It's the last word spoken by the human race,
It's the last word spoken by the human race,
All the animals move in to take a final taste,
Of the last word spoken by the human race.

It's not a motto that you'd write on a wall,
and it's not controversial or ironic at all.
It's not encouraging or willful or right,
And it doesn't give you strength when you're frightened at night.
It don't seem proper when it's in it's proper place.

It's not funny in itself, but all the same,
You can't help but laugh when you hear it exclaimed.
It doesn't sound ominous like rockets from Mars,
And it won't get you angry if it's shouted from cars.
You'll never know the truth and it's better that way...
Cause you're not the one to say...

WATERLINE
Face Down in the water, I'm so alone.
I don't know the reason, I can't find my way home.
I float above and below.
I can see all the stars as they shine,
Beyond the Waterline.

I can see my mother, I can see her tears.
My father's calling, I yell but he can't hear.
I disappear, I'm not here.
But the stars, how they sparkle and shine,
Beyond the waterline.

Please don't push me and send me on.
I want to stay here, but I'm already gone.
Beyond the yard, beyone the yard.
I can see all the stars as they shine,
Beyond the waterline.

Look at the stars, they sparkle and they shine...
Where's the waterline?
Look! The closer you get, they shine so bright.

HIGH
I'm walking slow, cause my brain's on fire.
I've never stuffed my pocket with faith,
cause I'm dancing on a wire.

I'm not the trigger, I'm not the crime.
New York is the city of dreams, and I'm sleeping all the time.

I never wanted to play major league ball,
I never wanted to be head of a state.
I never wanted to be anything at all,
but when the city's distracted, I'll be kissing the lips of my fate.

I'm like the moment, that never dies.
Every weasel's gotta go pop,
Whether God or I decide.

TROUBLE
Nothing seems to make me wonder anymore,
Nothing seems amazing like it did when sex was young.
Like Howard said to Fine, or like Sunset said to Vine,
All you need, is trouble, All you need is trouble,
All you want is trouble, all you need is trouble!

Nothing makes me turn the television off.
Waiting for true love has made me feel safe and soft.
Like Manson said to Fromme, Or Burt Reynolds said to Dom,
All you need is trouble, all you need is trouble,
All you want is trouble, all you need is trouble!

(Trouble) There it is in black and white,
(Trouble) Staring at you every night,
(Trouble) Fills you with the spark of life to fight or flee
All you really need is trouble!

In my dreams it seems I'm never wearing pants,
Textbooks say I need exposure to the world outside.
Like Ollie said to Stan, Or that dog to Son of Sam,
All you need is trouble, all you need is trouble
All you want is trouble, all you need is trouble!

What attracts is what repels, and love is like water and oil.
What connects, what really sells, Is the subtle risk,
Come and kiss the fist of trouble!