keep scrollin! as long as you see this vertical line there's more to come Pete Music '05-'09 "where it's ok to have fun with your music"   'nuf! mp3 archive Precious Treats For Everybody! December 2009 a special holiday track from the original Treats Santa's Workshop Summer 2009 ... and now what? A first single from the reformed original Treats with new drummer Tom Rikard a righteous new mp3 for you! Considerations In The Library April 2009 Neil, George, Pete and Wayne Bye Bye Treats. George Cordes, our inspired drummer ascends to a new life in Coquille, Oregon. Here's a parting moment of glory, a short movie caught at our last little gathering.: A rowdy off handed take on our fav stomp throber Trip On Me. Listen for a right truly astounding (off camera) solo from Wayne. Lars Logan footage from April 18, 2009 in George's garage. December 2008 celebrating the never ending summer of love Frisco Flowers a mp3 Holiday Treat from The Treats           recorded earlier that year: FOR FANS ONLY! new release MP3 stash LIMITED RELEASE CD featuring specimens from the ongoing experiments at The Agenda Studio and Sow's Ear Digital up here in Fort Bragg on the Lost Coast of Northern California full quality audio CDs with cover art and hard case are available for discerning fans (nufstuff@mcn.org) PRECIOUS TREATS Some Better Moments Barking Dog & The Treats 9 tracks (54:30) High Quality MP3 files @ 160kbps The Agenda Studio MP3 archive is always available to our fans without restriction cept for copyright protection of our material which always remains with us... can't play mp3? get QuickTimePlayer You Are Welcome To Freely Enjoy These Tracks but... Don't piss off the artists! All this material is fully protected under copyright law and is not to be used for any commercial purpose without written permission. For promotional purposes only. all material (c)(p) 2008 Peter Black/new world archives Box 1549 Fort Bragg CA 95437 USA       Precious Treats Some Better Moments Barking Dog & The Treats   War With Words (5:33) 6.4mg alive in George's garage The Best She Could (4:49)* 5.4mg the wild duelin hoedowner mix Song To Marty (8:09)* 9.4mg dedicated to Mister Marty Robbins Trip On Me (6:07)* 7mg the way live GrangeHalltm mix Cowgirl In The Sand (8:32)* 9.8mg the don't cry no tears around me mix A Teenager Too (4:25) 5.1 mg on stage at JamFestX Dock Of The Bay (4:48)* 5.5mg the mighty tight Treat take five mix Euro Sad Song (6:05) 7mg on day writ in The Spare Room War Without Words (5:36)* 6.4mg the what can you say mix   *living room live recordings Peter Black the original Barking Dog vocals, slag guitar and banjocaster writ the songs but for Cowgirl and Dock Of The Bay   The Treats Wayne Christophersen filigree fill guitar Neil Lowe bass George Cordes drums   Wayne, George and Neil       Don't Worry, Get Happy! (The War Song) Peter Black (1991) Woke up too early this morning couldn't sleep no more Crawled out of my bag where I'd crashed on the floor the night before Turned on TV, got Channel Four They were showin it off, the brand new war Don't worry, get happy! Don't worry, get happy! They were talkin bout the gas for my car Bout how the prices were gonna drop so far How with a little patience and a care A young person could save up enough money to buy a house somewhere Don't worry, get happy... They showed me some guys with gas masks on They showed me 'a target that got hit right on' The prognosis was for a 'total cure' They 'really fucked the bastards, that's for sure' Don't worry, get happy... They were discussin 'the pursuin and the takin out' They said 'it would be over without a shout' Then they said they'd done 'reasonably well' That's a pretty good phrase for 'reincartinatin hell' Don't worry, get happy! Don't worry, get happy!. writ in New Zealand the morning US first invaded Iraq in 1991. Constructed from radom comments comin off the TV. recorded in George's garage live 1.07 mic rig developed here in The Spare Room for recording in our 9'x12' practice room in George's garage Jan 07 George in The Spare Room at The Living Room Live Sessions May 2007 Song To Marty Peter Black (1977) Hadn't seen her since we were kids Workin out of Taos sellin lids When I got that letter from the south of the border jail Lettin me know the matter'd gone a long past bail Let that letter fall to the floor Got into my sixty-four Went to town and withdrew my wad Unlockedk the glove and checked my rod Stuck that pistol under the seat Drove across the desert, avoided the heat Made it to the border that night Knew everything would be all right By daybreak, I'd made it to the prison gate The doorman there told me I was only three days late For to gypsy bandits she'd been sold Gonna turn that fair skin into gold Drove on out into the dawn Searchin for that ble-eyed fawn Stopped by Jesus' to make the score Knew I cound buy back that newborn whore Then he laid me on to some reality About the possibility In a town just a further west Where they only kept the best I found her there in that sad cafe Dancing for quarters it just don't pay Knew with the help of Tequila I could steal her away Drink on, gypsy bandits, ole Stuffed her in the back of the pick-up truck Headin for the border just to try our luck Really did't turn out to be that hard Gettin by the border guard One the freeway to LA Only ninety miles away There it was we sell the stash And we'd raise a little cash and we'd flee Made it up the coast to Monterey Everything looked to be ok Found ourselves a little motel room by the sea Kept our profiles low, avoided curioity Made Love that night and started our fight Jesus never felt so right Then in the dawn, walkin the beach There in the bay, freedom in reach Yes, with a little help from the fishin fleet Gettin us back on our feet Got us north to Noyo and the redwood tree And you can bet your ass, we are free This was writ with Marty Robbins in mind back in the later 70's in the great seige at the El Camino Motel in San Rafael on BlueBelly's 12-string guiair. recorded at home with The Treats live in the living room May 07 Neil gets wired up Trip On Me Peter Black 1980 She, Talkin bout she Yes she She laid a trip on me Laid a trip on me Laid a trip on me (Talk about readin your beads) Somebody please find me some light Somebody, please, get me a flashlight I helped her out to the car I always wondered she how far she'd go Got the card from Yosemite Askin me if I could finally see the mountains in her mind Guess you could say she took a trip Yeah, she kinda gave me the slip that night So if you've got her hold her tight Who knows thing could work out right tonight Tonight Tonight Tonight written while hiding out in the Hoxie house on Winding Way up in Ross enduring the hard winter of 1980. live living room recording 5.07 Wayne is always on the edge with the unexpected A Teenager Too Peter Black from traditional beginnings Boston 1963 When you're at the drag strip You better play fair Cause you know he's right with you In his full-blown Corvair You know he was like me and you He was once a teenager too Some people play him the fool But, I'm tellin' you, that guy is cool You know that guy could rock 'n roll You could say he had some soul You'd see him, into town he'd strut Tried to steer clear of the authorities but... You know some times, he'd get lit Wanna go to town and kick some shit He's the one who kicked the bankers off the synagogue stairs They all thought he had somethin' wrong upstairs You know he was like me and you He was once a teenager too Some people play him the fool But, I'm tellin' you, that guy is cool   recorded live on Labor Day Weekend in Fort Bragg CA at JamFestX onto a fallen video camera. 9.07 This mix really puts a spotlight on Wayne's wild guitar inventions. Where is that saxaphone part comin from?     You're A Sad Song Peter Black (2006) Unread, your note still sits on the mantle Lit by the just extinguished candle You're a sad song Your empty plate still set at the table No need for a confirming cable You're a sad song A snowstorm fills the television screen The room is filled with the babble from a radio unseen You're a sad song An empty coat hook down at the end of the hall Through the open back door, the darkened sky, the rain begins to fall You're a sad song Your shadow lies hidden beneath the fallen leaves Your last breathe here is the very air I breathe You're a sad song recorded as being written in The Spare Room at home alone with the recorder goin. August .06   Pete tuning his BanjoCaster       Have fun. We sure did! Contact The Treats: nufstuff@mcn.org or snail mail to: The Treats / 'nuf! records Box 1549 Fort Bragg CA 95437 The Agenda Studio, Fort Bragg   Keep climbin! 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