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WADE: The Genius of Wade Pivonski
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Gary Coleman
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Amateur Dentist
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Yoga Class
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Sick in Oaxaca
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Fern-Bar Blues
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It's a Jewish Thing
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The Coffee Song
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Cousin Id
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A Night to Remember
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- about
- NOTE: One song on this CD was so deeply offensive, even to Wade, that it was moved to its own page. If you have a taste for the very tasteless, please visit:
www.rumpofabum.bandcamp.com
My name is Wade Pivonski. For many years I worked as manager, agent, and personal representative for a series of promising performers throughout the Tri-State Area. I schlepped far and wide working to promote these artists: singers, dancers, balloon twisters, DJs, you name it. Working hard to nurture their careers, I negotiated contracts with clubs, hotels, pet stores, titty bars, nail salons, any venue that offered a chance for excellent exposure. Yet, despite my hard work and ball-busting efforts, my years of sacrifice, this stable of performers proved to be a bunch of no-talent, suckass losers who never went anywhere and I can assure you never will. The decade I spent at the helm of Pivonski's Gold Medal Talent turned out to be a complete waste of my fucking time and I long ago washed my hands of these miserable people.
After that I got into the film industry and began making adult pictures in Van Nuys, California. This period of my life is well-known to my fans and I need not comment further, except to say that, contrary to rumor, Regina La Racque and I were never involved, though we did briefly use the same clinic. Now as I leave the business I remain optimistic and largely STD-free.
Though I am not a spiritual man, shortly after I returned from LA I had an experience that changed me forever, an encounter with an angel. Though some have expressed doubts as to the validity of this experience, I can say at the very least it was someone dressed like an angel--white gauzy shirt, matching chintz pants, white dancing shoes, the whole bit. He had no wings but spoke in Biblical-type phrases and flitted about the laundromat as he delivered his annunciation, telling me in a very dramatic delivery that God wanted me to be an entertainer. I told him I'd already spent my life in the entertainment industry, first peddling loser acts in Jersey and then making pornos in LA and that it had all pretty much sucked and I hardly made a dime. The angel, who's name was Phil, said "Why work your fingers to the bone for 10% of nothing when you can be a STAR and make 100% of everything?" Then he did some fruity twirl move and knocked a whole box of dryer sheets onto the floor but I was nonetheless impressed with his insight. Right then and there I made the decision that changed my life forever--to cut out the middleman and become the very act I was representing.
At first I considered ventriloquism, but I was taken aback by the steep learning curve and the cost of pro-quality dummies. (It’s also a type of act whose popularity appears to be on the decline.) Then the world of classical ballet beckoned, a love of mine since early boyhood. Unfortunately, the solo performances I worked so hard to create and promote were not well-received. Finally, at last, I turned to song. Many the pieces on The Genius of Wade Pivonski, Volume One have been performed exhaustively for the past six months at senior centers all the way from Camden to Secaucus, plus one gig at a shoe store in Philly. Please know with confidence that purchasing the "The Genius of Wade Pivonski, Volume One" will not only be a pleasurable listening experience for anyone who isn't a complete moron, it will also serve as a wise investment. Each "The Genius of Wade Pivonski, Volume One" CD is manufactured by hand on my computer and personally signed and numbered by myself, Wade Eugene Pivonsky. For a limited time, custom autographing will be available at no extra charge--limit ten words or less. - credits
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released 02 December 2009
Joe Satriani: guitar
Steve Gadd: drums
Stanley Clarke: bass
Rick Wakeman: keyboards
Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Meat Loaf: backing vocals
London Philharmonic: orchestrations - tags
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- Track Name: Cousin Id
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It wasn’t me
Who said the things
That no one will soon forget
I never met
Monsieur Tourette
But it’s an even bet
he’d know the name for
Who’s to blame for
My dementia
Tell’em who sent ya!
Cousin Id
You really let your hair down
Stupid kid
I shoulda put my foot down
When I tried to speak
I found my toes between my teeth
Look what you did… Id
I can’t explain
The way a brain
Likes to go off in its own
An evil clone
Who doesn’t phone
Til you’re lying prone
without an inkling
Where the new king
Got his crown made
Show ‘em the lampshade!
Cousin Id
You really let your hair down
Stupid kid
I shoulda put my foot down
When I tried to speak
I found my head between my cheeks
Look what we did…
Id
Id
It’s getting hard to live
And harder to forgive you
When half of me is you
Cousin Id
You really did it this time
Stupid kid
Up way past your bedtime
When I tried to stop you
I found a way to top you
Yes, I did
Id
Id
It’s getting hard to live
And harder to forgive you
When half of me is you
(c)2009 Wade Pivonski/Slow Reveal Music (BMI) - Track Name: A Night to Remember
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You'll have to admit it was a night to remember
Me in rare form, you in all of your splendor
I'd have had the Pope rollin'
Oscar Wilde would have stolen my lines
And you, my dear...
Mere flesh and blood should I fall for the rumour
But what kind of human has no sense of humor?
I look in your eyes and see heaven
Then spend an hour with you and feel hell
So before I get frantic, or quasi-romantic
I'll lumber back into my shell
Tell all your friends, if you have them
that I was a bit immature
and not quite what you'd hoped for
Say it with all of your marble composure
Lower your voice with each fatal disclosure
But have no regrets because everyone knows you're
a woman of means
Which means you're the winner
'Cause I was the one who spent all that on dinner
You'll have to admit it was a night to remember
Me in rare form, you in all of your splendor
Don't know what was the matter
Sylvie Plath would've had a
good time
But you, my dear...
(c) 2009 Wade Pivonski/Slow Reveal Music (BMI)
