Crabmeat Thompson | Birthday Trampoline

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Birthday Trampoline

by Crabmeat Thompson

Poetic, melodic songs about life, love, and chickens.
Genre: Folk: Folk Blues
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1. Birthday Trampoline
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2. Fly Toward the Light
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3. Youth
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3:44 $0.99
4. My Generation
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5. Workin Man
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2:45 $0.99
6. Arthur McBride
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7. O'Wasserman in Punta Gorda
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8. St James Infirmary
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9. Timmy
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10. Rosie
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Album Notes
For my birthday one time I bought myself this really swell guitar,
A 12-string I’ve been wanting for some years;
And I’d say I’d saved up all my pennies in a jar
If this were a made up song to please and charm your ears...

But I’m not much of a saver, so I traded in an axe
Which I bought off of the Internet unseen
Made special for this English guy, guitarist to the stars
Who’s always on the cover of the Guitar magazines.

Now that fancy guitar I traded in had fancy sound controls,
So many more than you would ever need:
A tuner and an eq and a memory and reverb,
A winch and GPS, anyway,
much more stuff than you could ever READ--

I mean, in this tiny little screen about the size of a watch face
In the DARK!

Besides, I tend to bang on my guitar,
And when jostled, all those digital effects would all go off at once
And it sounded like a pod of blue Whales with acid reflux on a Mexican diet
But I digress…

I sold it and bought THIS one!

And on my birthday I’m sittin and playin this guitar,
Looking out the window and across the street
At the former farmer’s fields where all those giant houses are,
And just lettin’ my thumb lay down a beat.

And as I sat there on my birthday sorta picking at the strings,
I let my mind shut up so my thumb could have its say,
And my eyes got up and wandered by themselves across the street
To where some kids were on their trampoline at play.


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Greg Darone

More Birthday Trampoline, Please!!!
Crabmeat Thompson’s newest album, “Birthday Trampoline”, follows in the traditions of his earlier releases, “Glory” and “South of the Moon”, by delivering a solid set of toe-tapping, whistle-inducing melodies. It’s the kind of album that feels like a live recording, while at the same time showing the polish available only from a studio. My Generation makes a reprise as a newly rerecorded track on this album, and manages to retain its charm as the definitive Crabmeat Thompson genesis story. Timmy lays out a meandering baseline that evokes a finger-snapping beat poet perched on a stool in a smoke-filled café. Thompson slips into a Caribbean groove with Workin’ Man, and pulls a few lighthearted punches at El Presidente without getting too heavy. And of course, Thompson would be remiss if he didn’t include at least one utterly silly track on an album, and Fly Toward The Light satisfies with a comical ode to chickens. Two of my favorite tracks, however, are the title track, Birthday Trampoline, and Youth. Thompson’s skill at telling a heartfelt tale over a simple guitar harmony is exemplified in these two songs, and the lyrics might be just as powerful if read as prose. My only fault with the album, and it is a selfish one at that, is that I wish it were a little longer, so that it lasted my entire commute to work.