The Making of Miss Nomer’s Number
Miss Nomer’s Number, my newest record, came out on September 18th, 2015 — and it’s been WILD. I wanted to share with you some of the behind-the-scenes, makings-of, and lyrics that went into this project, and I’d love to hear your thoughts. There are eight tracks on the record, and with the help of several amazing guest contributors, we were able to put together a unique jazz-influenced pop album — something we’re very proud of. Without further ado…
Track One: Dancing Shoes
We made “Dancing Shoes” (the official video) with the help of our friend Derek Muller in Seattle, WA. Written in Los Angeles with Bradley Kohn in January of 2014, “Dancing Shoes” is about finding the pathways to happiness in life, especially through dance.
This song is a white-knuckled grip on our intention to achieve material goals can strangle life’s joy. The verses were inspired by writings of the Dali Lama and John Lennon. Although they had the music for this song for months, co-writers Bradley Kohn and Peter Evans remained unsatisfied as they began and set aside one lyric set after another. Then, one sun-filled afternoon at New West Records, Peter and Brad tapped an undiscovered spring of common wisdom and the right lyrics finally poured forth. Smile. Love. Dance. It wasn’t so hard, after all!
Lyrics
As a young boy my mum would tell me, that in life, happiness is the key
So when at school they asked me, when I grew up what did I want to be
I wrote “happy” on the paper, they told me that I wasn’t right
I’d misunderstood their question, I told them they’d misunderstood life
Put on your dancing shoes, (Dance like no one’s watching you)
Where are your dancing shoes?, (Dance like no one’s watching you)
We sacrifice health to make money, we spend money regaining our health
A cancerous message is broadcast, happiness = wealth
I left behind this logic, unconcerned with boom or bust
I’m tuned to a different station, when the music starts playing you must…
Put on your dancing shoes, (Dance like no one’s watching you)
Where are your dancing shoes?, (Dance like no one’s watching you) x2
So anxious about the future, so guilty about the past
Afraid of getting nowhere, while life passes by so fast
All that you have is this moment, it’s all that there’s ever been
Everything else is beyond your control, so enjoy the moment you’re in
Put on your dancing shoes!, (Dance like no one’s watching you)
Where are your dancing shoes?, go on and dance like no one is watching
Track Two: That’s When You Know Something’s Up
The theme of the cheating lover is a well-travelled road for songwriters, but this blues with bollocks sojourn contains the “A” list of danger signs. The insecurities of a soon-to-be-dumped guy paint an “oh yeah” montage. You’ll say “been there, done that” as he runs through every red signal moment of his lover’s behavior. Bradley and Peter crowd-sourced the lyrics using a post on Facebook. The responses to their post confirmed, clarified and enhanced their original list of bad relationship omens. By the end (spoiler alert!), our duped guy, portrayed in Peter’s vocal, is able to turn the tables on his deceiver.
Lyrics
I’ve been going round in circles, pulling on a thread of doubt
And now I’m almost naked, sleepless and strung out
I tell myself its better, to let suspicion run on by
It’s hard to know for sure, when she won’t look me in the eye
But the rest of her’s alluring, and I’m afraid of her reply
If I should come right out accusing, will she tell another lie?
She’s being non-committal, but girls’ night ends at dawn
She’s out 4 times a week, at least twice a month she’s on
If I ask is there a problem, she denies it with a grin
But cuts off her conversations, every time that I walk in
It sucks to say I’m certain, she’s had someone else in the sack
When I told her we need to talk, it was four days till she came back
That’s when you know that something’s up
She’s wearing different clothing, at work and on the town
Her kiss has grown peculiar, in a way I can’t pin down
We had dreams for our vacation, but they never came around
And at times her conversation, has a puzzling foreign sound
I think I heard her make a slip, last week when she got pissed
There’s only one conclusion, I can draw from all of this
She showers when she comes home, she’s on edge and can’t relax
My woman has been cheating, and covering her tracks
I didn’t want to see it coming, or be the victim of deceit
I haven’t lost, no, I’ve recovered, it’s just a setback, not defeat
’Cause now I know that something’s up
It pains me to admit it, but our love has been disgraced
Next time she comes home lagging, she’ll find the locks replaced
She’ll know I know that something’s up
Track Three: Lie, Cheat, and Steal
This song addresses the age-old question: who will wear the Pinocchio nose first in a relationship built on power and deceit? The title for the song was written when Barry Bonds and Lance Armstrong were in the news. Is deception and dishonesty the only path to success anymore? When Bradley and Peter put their heads together, they agreed that a love relationship could provide megawatts of dramatic energy for a song bearing this title. Who will come out on top? Will she find out his secrets before he gains an exit strategy? This is a very dangerous game!
Lyrics
He was short on talent long on schmooze, she was easy on the eye and hard to refuse
A material girl who hated to lose, and money grabbing was her favorite pursuit
She was all he needed to be led astray, a heady interest with the promise of play
But little did he realize the perils at bay, to be deeply invested and she walk away
Lie, cheat and steal, eat or be eaten, a poisonous deal
Lie, cheat and steal, they’re rolling high stakes, all in for the win, no
appeal
She would ask him for favors and play on his doubt, she expected the best and would not be without
Whether shopping at Christies or just hanging out, how long could he stand in before she found out?
A matter of months and he started to slip, a telling inflection, a tightening grip
He was big on the talk but too small on the tip, who was he fooling that he was legit?
Lie, cheat and steal, eat or be eaten, a poisonous deal
Lie, cheat and steal, they’re rolling high stakes, all in for the win, no
appeal
Lie, cheat and steal, if you’re swimming with sharks don’t end up a meal
Track Four: I Have to Stop Drinking Martinis
In “I Have to Stop Drinking Martinis”, A drinker with a singing problem locates blame at the bottom of his martini glass. Peter Evans staggers through his vocal while a horn-filled high-energy party whirls around him. Perhaps he’s too drunk to care, but he has crashed his car, fallen out of love, and can’t even trust his psychiatrist any more. His preferred solution to these woes is to have another drink while reciting the vodka dictionary. Fortunately, the song ends before the hangover begins.
Lyrics
One. Then there’r two, maybe three vodka martinis
Go on, only two, ok three vodka martinis (one, two, three, floor)
Daily, I’ve been savoring the taste, I’m down to one less bottle in the case
It turned my wife into a bitch, and drove my car (beep, bop) into a ditch
But I still think that one more drink would put things in their place
Same as before only more liquor gets poured.
Cheers!
Daily, I’ve been savoring the taste, I’m down to one less bottle in the case
I lost my grip on perfect pitch
It turned my shrink (beep, bop) into a snitch
But I still think that one more drink would put things in their place
Mix it with Stoly and I’ll sip it slowl, I’m flying high when drinking Skyy
Pickle me neat with wheat and rye, I’ll scoff Smirnoff till my ass falls off
Hanger One is a ton of fun, but it’s a helluva hoot to drink Absolut
Grab the Grey Goose and turn me loose
Daily, I’ve been savoring the taste, I’m down to just one bottle in the case
Dunk that olive, I’ll slobber and stab it, call me a drinker with a singing habit
I keep on thinking that all my drinking will put things in their place
I love the olive
I love the olive
I love to mix it dry
Mix it dry
Track Five: The Edges (feat. Leah Zeger)
In “The Edges”, magnetic attraction and pure satisfaction are preserved forever in a “selfie” for two. Do you have a picture of yourself when you remember smiling on the inside while you were smiling on the outside? Have you ever felt a magnetic energy between you and your lover? The warm amber tones of Leah Zeger’s sultry voice overlays an easy Bossa Nova beat to paint a portrait of comfort and satisfaction in a love relationship. It all begins with two smiles for the camera from a couple who are drawn together at the edges.
Lyrics
I take a picture, you’re in the frame
You start to smile, I point and aim
You know I like the smile I see
I lean toward you when you look at me
Woah — Woah
I trace the edges of your sweet face, look at the picture, you’re in the picture
I want this love of ours to last a while, you and me and that smile
You want an Eden, I’ll plant the trees
It’s only you I want to please
Let’s watch the sunset, I’ll show you where
Two silhouettes in yellow-purple glare
I feel the edges of your sweet face, look at the picture, you’re in the picture
I trace the edges of your sweet face, you stir my passion & my feelings start to race
Look at the edges inside this frame, my point of reference will never be the same
Look at the spaces between our faces, it’s just perfection. You delight me, baby!
Track Six: Pre-Fab
“Pre-Fab” is a reminder that our bodies. Our homes are vessels that hold our possessions. Pre-Fab takes this parallel to an extreme. Getting to know someone means looking in the windows, raising the roof, smelling what’s cooking for dinner, and not merely making a judgement from the curb. A very simple song on the surface develops a wonderful complexity of character, descended from two distinctive parents.
Lyrics:
I bought a pre-fab house and I made it my own
I’ve got this pre-fab house, hung up my television, hooked up my telephone
Cooked up a steak with the champignons, now my house smells like it should
Stunk up my space with the champignons, I cooked it good
Outside these boxes all look the same, on the street, they’re just a number
Inside the walls (it’s all different), behind the blinds (they’re not the same)
Raise the roof (it’s all different), open the windows (they’re not the same)
Inside, inside, inside.
Track Seven: “Ziplining Tunisia” feat. Richard Hardy and Hani Nasser
Follow the gypsy caravan from an ancient oud played in desert of the Arabian Peninsula to a modern Selmer guitar in cafes of Paris to timeless horns across the Mediterranean Sea. Bradley extended an invitation to Hani Nasser (oud) and Richard Hardy (flute, horns) to join us for a jam session at the Gibson Showroom in Beverly Hills. The collaboration was recorded, enabling Bradley to edit a 20-minute ramble into a much shorter composition, which was then improvised and overdubbed at Fonogenic Studios in Van Nuys.
Track Eight: Cruel Geometry (feat. Leah Zeger)
Sometimes our lovers exceed our wildest dreams and sometimes it is the other way around. Sadly, this ballad involves the latter. Her love life is adequate, but it is no match for her imagination. Leah Zeger sings with intimate pain about the emptiness of her reality. Sharing her situation with her friends brings sympathy, but no solution. Her only escape is in the passionate energy she receives through her dreams at night.
Lyrics:
Bedroom kiss in the morning, makes me yearn for more
You tell me that you love me, but you’re walking out the door
The sunlight hits the mirror, though the shapes are undefined
I blink at the reflections, visions fading in my mind
When you sleep tonight I’ll dream in shades of grey that rescue me
From this cruel geometry
Relief
So sad
So sweet
I tell my friends about it, it comes as no surprise
It’s not hard for girls to add this up, when they’ve been measuring their guys
It’s not that I’m impatient, it’s not that you’re unkind
In my fantasies you’re edgy, will you ever read my mind?
When you sleep tonight I’ll dream in shades of grey that rescue me
From this cruel geometry
Relief
So sad
So sweet
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