SEEKINGBand to Join, Vocalist, Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Keyboard.
I was a guitar player when I was a kid. Then I took off 30 years to raise a family and do a job. Now I am done with that and am back playing again. So far, so good.
- Screen name:
- Jay Greenfield
- Member since:
- Nov 23 2015
- Active within 1 week
- Level of commitment:
- Years playing music:
- Gigs played:
- Over 100
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
Early influences were the Kinks and the Byrds. The Blues Project and The Paul Butterfield Blues Band. The Who. The Nice. King Crimson. Jeff Beck. Jimmy Page. Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac. Jethro Tull. ELP. Yes. Genesis. Pink Floyd. And a host of others.
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Lead Guitar:
Mexican Stratocaster, Ibanez Artcore Expressionist AS93, Blues Cube Hot, Digitech RP1000, Digitech Jamman Stereo. Cubase.
Live Solo from 'You Do Something To Me'
Live Solo from 'You Do Something To Me' Track number: 1 Year: 2018 Album: The Bull Genre: Classic Rock
Played in a pub...
Another High In The 90s
Another High In The 90sAnother High In The 90's - The first and the bluesiest of the dozen or so Nikita Boone tunes that will soon be available online here. That's me playing the basic riff and the slide guitar and Jay is playing the hot solo and the otherwise awesome guitar. Bill pushes us along beautifully toward the dueling guitars in the extended coda. During the recording of this tune Jay played it for one of his English friends (errr...blokes) and Jay gave the perfect answer to the posed question - BLOKE 'Isn't the ending a little self-indulgent?' JAY (emphatically) 'Yes!!!' The song's title had an intended and appropriate double meaning back in, well, the 90's (the halcyon days, right) but can hopefully be appreciated here in the two thousand teens. Vic
Alone At Christmas
Alone At ChristmasAlone At Christmas - Here’s a song with a single message, ‘It’s okay to be alone during the holidays’. My dad left this world by his own hand on Christmas Day 1973 (’74?); perhaps this is therapeutic for me. I’m not being critical of holidays; I just want those humans who are excluded from the communal holiday fun for any reason to feel comfortable in their own skin right where they are. The lyrics match the music nicely – use your own imagination as to the identity of the Bus Driver. Jay’s solo is emotive, plaintive and Bill’s drumming dynamic. Vic
Up On Grand
Up On GrandUp On Grand – A free form poem I wrote in NYC from the fire escape of my Grand Street loft circa 1980. The temperature had hovered near 100 degrees for the whole week and the evening temps did not drop far below 90. With the AC out it made sleeping difficult so I grabbed my notebook and out the window I went. Observations, really: ‘The hours stretch to dawn… Venus high in the sky…a cat smiles up in my face’. A couple years later my friend B.E. Solomon (Barbara Ellen) was visiting with her husband Bill - she read the poem and was intrigued enough to add her own touches and structure it more like a song lyric. Then, I wrote the music and, over the years, tweaked the lyrics a tad more. When I sent Jay a handful of songs to play with back in 2011, Up On Grand was the one he initially gravitated to. Awesome and tasty Jay G. guitar solo and the bass guitar and drums do some nice lock-stepping – thank you, Bill! Vic
Hillary's FlatHillary’s Flat was, at first, a poem written one very late night at an all-night bookstore. I always liked that rhyming meter (whatever the hell it’s called.) Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I created the lovely (If I may say so myself) chord sequence the structure and stature of which I have never come close to equaling before or since. (For you musicians: C, Gm, Dm, Fm, C, G, C, G6 or Gsus) The poem was a rumination – a fantasy based on one little fact: In my senior year of I school I knew a girl named Hillary, she was a year or two behind me, and I drove her home one day after school. What happened to her in the intervening decades? One thought led to another and soon the poem was writ. The marriage of lyric to music occurred a few years later – it fell together naturally. Enjoy this version, please - The band is sounding quite together on it. Vic
Taken You, Taken Me
Taken You, Taken MeTaken Me, Taken You – This song was originally played by the Legendary Earthlings back in the day. Over time I kept returning to it and I thought the bright melody would better served by darker lyrics. So, the original ‘I Take To You’ became the more unsettling ‘Taken Me, Taken You’. What appears a happy little pop song is, underneath, lyrically, a tad more ominous - the tonal keyboards hint at it. Jay’s guitar solo is a model of power and efficiency and the rhythm guitar tone has a nice splash of slash. Bill’s lead in to the solo was a stroke of percussive genius. I love the ‘haunted-house’ piano in the final verse. Vic
Tea For Coffee
Tea For CoffeeTea For Coffee - this song wrote itself – came out of nowhere: I’m a chord-progression guy (the chords almost always come first in my songwriting). I’d been playing around with two chords: Em, B7 (think ‘Washington Square’). At some point these 3 words came through me, “He moved slowly.” The storyline exploded and quickly flowed from there and a half-hour later I had all the lyrics and all the music; maybe the easiest song I’ve had the pleasure of birthing. As for the recording, I immediately laid down the rhythm guitar track and it has never been redone even as we (Jay, Bill and I) moved from the open-source recording program, Audacity, to the store bought one, Cubase. Jay’s solo is a thing of perfection and the trumpets were his idea, one which I found abhorrent upon first listening and yet had fallen in love with by the very next day. Bill does his best Mick Avery as the song has a decidedly ‘Kinks’ edge to it. Enjoy it. I see someone turning the story into a future screenplay starring David Tennant and Emily Blunt.
Fresh PaintFresh Paint - In the ‘90s I had entered a songwriting contest held live one night at an upscale downtown Tallahassee restaurant. I performed ‘Fresh Paint’, a damn fine song (At least the judges thought so.) that has, upon first listening, a certain “I KNOW this song’ feel to it. I played the song four times that night and, after winning the 50 bucks, was again called on to play it. I was introduced thusly, “Here he is, The FRESH PAINT MAN himself, Vic ‘Fresh Paint’ Harrison, singing Fresh Paint!!!” The ‘Vic’ was soon dropped as was, eventually, the ‘Harrison’ I became known around town as ‘Fresh Paint’ and finally just ‘Fresh’. “Yo, Fresh! Wazzup man?” Regardless…the song has never sounded as good as it does in this Nikita Boone version. I admit I’ve never had as much fun recording a tune. Bill and Jay immediately picked up on the groove and I do my best to convey a Coasters-like feel to the vocals. I’d like to think that Leiber-Stoller would approve. Maybe Mike Stoller will give it his thumbs up someday. Vic
Mr. 'oo‘Mr. ‘oo’ is an update of a young and early Vic Harrison song called ‘Not Like Me’. Mr. ‘oo, of course, is Pete Townshend. The first line of the final verse needs some ‘splainin’: “The night that Keith collapsed you know you should have picked me…” is a reference to the Who performance at the Cow Palace when Keith Moon fell off his platform from too much combined alcohol and drugs. (You can imagine the massive quantities needed to bring down Moonie.) And so, Pete asked the audience, “Are there any drummers out there” and a local guy joined The Who onstage to finish the performance. At the time I was a drummer in ‘The Bruce’. The Bruce was a northern NJ power trio specialized in Who songs – it represented about 95% of our repertoire. My cousin Jim Sarokin was the bassist and Nikita Boone’s own Jay Greenfield was its guitarist. Jim did a great job handling the vocals and Entwistle parts. I was steeped in (or at least well-versed in) the Keith Moon school of drummer-y. The Who stylings came naturally to Jim and me, but Jay…Jay really channeled Pete Townshend – as well as anybody I’ve ever seen, even to this day. This version of Mr. ‘oo has plenty of Who-isms, maybe too many for some of you but it was done as a homage, out of respect; a labor of love on our part. Thank you, Pete T.
I Can't Love You Anymore
I Can't Love You AnymoreThis tune, as Donald Fagen sez, is 'languid and bittersweet'. (That's it as far as Steely Dan references go.) The song shows more than a little Beatles influence and that's a good thing. Let it be noted that I added the 'Philly Soul' bridge at the song's end over Jay's objections. (But he graciously accepted it, uhh, e v e n t u a l l y.) The bass playing is nailed by a former Legendary Earthling: the multi-talented Jack Bashwiner. Thanks, Jack. Young Vic Kiss me not Take me not into your heart Touch me not Don't say you want me Hold me not 'cause I can't love you anymore Leave me now Let our time slip through your hands Run from me For I will follow Hold me not 'cause I can't love you anymore It's the little things about you There's your crooked little smile There's a second heart within me Lately hostile and wild Hold me not 'cause I can't love you anymore Fools rush in it's true and tragic But it's worse when fools rush out This I know for I am one now A love addict strung out You're a river running through me Yet I dare not sail away I don't want to say I love you I don't want a feeling from you I can't bear to think of you 'cause I can't love you anymore
The Finishing Touch
The Finishing TouchWhat do you say when your lover says nothing at all What do you do when she leaves with her friends but not you Where do you hide from the loneliness tracking you down The wind only died when I tried to explain And the finishing touch is the rain Why was I trying to capture what cannot be caught Fool, you were blind to a truth you could never be taught Kisses like Cabernet gone in the blink of her eye Empty and flat she brings no wine and no love tonight Photographs fade over time and a heart lays unclaimed Teardrops and ink make a messy refrain And the finishing touch is the rain I never knew heartache like this I never knew I could cry so Tears fall unshared at our goodbye No words that once meant so much And the rain is the finishing touch Am I an afterthought all that is left of my life Memories fade like the drawing of shades And the finishing touch is the rain