You’ve Got The Magic

                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             What on earth are you hidin’ it for?
                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             Deep down you know the score.
                                             Hangin’ back is tragic,
                                             Just give your heart a chance;
                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             Come, let your spirit dance.

                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             No need for slight-of-hand.
                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             Please try to understand;
                                             You’ve much more power,
                                             More than you ever knew.
                                             This is your hour;
                                             Come, let your spirit through.

                                             Magic, magic,
                                             Let your spirit through;
                                             Magic, magic,
                                             The miracle is you.
                                             Magic, magic,
                                             Set your spirit free;
                                             Magic, magic,
                                             Take the time to see –

                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             What on earth are you hidin’ it for?
                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             Loosen up and find the door.
                                             You’ve got to feel it
                                             Down in your very soul;
                                             You’ve got the magic,
                                             Come let it make you whole.

                                             Words & Music by Bobby Gladd,
                                             © 1980, 1999. All Rights Reserved.

[Now also saved as an MP3 file. Click here to download. Or click the song title for RealAudio version.]


                                       Wrong Enough to Love You Just Right

                                        You’ve heard all the whispers,
                                        Seen all the stares,
                                        And wished they could
                                        Just find the time
                                        For minding their own affairs.
                                        A gold mine for rumours, they
                                        “Somehow can’t see”
                                        So fine a Lady
                                        Eye to eye with a poor boy like me,
                                        But, baby,

                                        This love is real love,
                                        Tenderly strong,
                                        The feeling so bright,
                                        The vision so long.
                                        The ones who deny us
                                        Are all bark and no bite, ‘cause
                                        If I’m wrong for you,
                                        I’m just wrong enough
                                        To love you just right.

                                        My kind are humble,
                                        And a little too loud.
                                        You’d never stumble at all
                                        In the midst of an elegant crowd.
                                        My very own Angel,
                                        Sent straight from above,
                                        Never before has a man
                                        Been ever quite so much in love,
                                        ’Cause we know

                                        This love is real love,
                                        Simple and free,
                                        The passion is holy,
                                        As deep as the sea, oh,
                                        The ones who ask “why”
                                        Just won’t affect us tonight, ‘cause
                                        If I’m wrong for you,
                                        I’m just wrong enough
                                        To love you just right.

                                        Words & Music by Bobby Gladd
                                        © 1980, 1999, All Rights Reserved.

[Now also saved as an MP3 file. Click here to download. Or click the song title for RealAudio version.]


                                       The Once And Future Fool

                                        I should have known by now,
                                        I guess I’ll never learn.
                                        It’s just my Sacred Cow,
                                        This fire will always burn.
                                        We should be through,
                                        But, what can I do,
                                        I’m just the once and future fool for you.

                                        It should be very clear,
                                        We just go round and round.
                                        We find we draw too near
                                        And fear what might be found.
                                        It’s nothing new,
                                        But, what can I do,
                                        I’m just the once and future fool for you.

                                        I should have known by now,
                                        We’ll never change our ways.
                                        Two children stuck in time,
                                        A crime that somehow pays.
                                        You turn the screw,
                                        I wear the shoe
                                        That fits the once and future fool for you.
                                        We should be through,
                                        But, what can I do,
                                        I’m just the once and future fool for you.
                                        I know it’s true,
                                        It shows right through,
                                        I’m just the once and future fool for you.

                                        Words & Music by Bobby Gladd
                                        © 1980, 1999, All Rights Reserved.

[Now also saved as an MP3 file. Click here to download. Or click the song title for RealAudio version.]


                                       Without Loving You

                                        We agree
                                        On one thing, finally.
                                        You and me
                                        Cast our boats upon the sea,
                                        Free to go
                                        Where our separate winds may blow,
                                        To find the shores
                                        Where better days may grow, but

                                        Without loving you,
                                        I’m not so sure
                                        That I will know just what to do.
                                        Without you to care,
                                        It isn’t clear
                                        That I am going anywhere.
                                        Well, I must be on my way,
                                        But I may never spend a day
                                        Without loving you.

                                        I can see
                                        That we are history.
                                        By decree
                                        Can it end so easily?
                                        Don’t Look behind you,
                                        It’s not worth the pain you show.
                                        Unsettled scores,
                                        The peace I’ll never know, ’cause

                                        Without loving you,
                                        I’m not so sure
                                        That I will know just what to do.
                                        Without you to care,
                                        It isn’t clear
                                        That I am going anywhere.
                                        Though I must be on my way,
                                        I may never spend a day
                                        Without loving you.

                                        Words & Music by Bobby Gladd
                                        © 1980, 1999, All Rights Reserved.

[Now also saved as an MP3 file. Click here to download. Or click the song title for RealAudio version.]


Bobby Gladd, guitars, bass, digital drums & percussion, lead & back ground vocals.
Kirk "Jellyroll" Johnson, harmonica on "You've Got the Magic."
Gary Loyd, lead vocal on "Without Loving You."
Mark Douthit, alto sax on "Without Loving You."

Cut on a Tascam 80-8 through a Peavey Mark III board.  Digitized at 20 kHz 16-bit mono.


Below: three live cuts from my last band (based in Knoxville, TN) before quitting the business and going to college so I could get a "real job."  I named the band "Birdland" in remembrance of the jazz club in Manhattan of the same name where my high school buddy/garage band bass player Jack Franklin and I used to sneak in with fake IDs to hear the jazz greats of the day (we played Chuck Berry etc, but listened to the likes of Maynard Ferguson, Jack MacDuff, Oscar Peterson, Sonny Stitt, etc).

Birdland used the Weather Report Grammy-winning funk/fusion tune "Birdland" as our principal chase tune. We formed a 5-piece group comprised of guitar, bass (fretless), drums, trombone, and sax/flute (no keyboards). The bass player, 'bone player, and sax player were all music majors at UT at the time, 18-19 years old, all pretty green. The drummer, Ronnie Sherrod was age 26 or so, and a local lounge player who'd done some road gigs. He still plays. I've lost track of the horn players. I know that Pat, the sax player, went on to get a degree in electrical engineering from Georgia Tech and then went to work for Compaq in Texas. After that, I don't know. Bill, the trombone player, I just have no clue.

Scott, the bass player, is now Dr. Scott Lipscomb, Professor of Music at the University of Minnesota. He came to Vegas for a conference in 2003 and brought me a CD he'd burned from some old live cassettes we'd recorded off our board during some gigs at the local Holiday Inn lounge in 1979. I was not even aware that he had them. I pulled three of them off the 2-CD set he gave me and posted them here. Warts and all. I wrote the horn chart for "Land of Make Believe". It was WAY too difficult (I'll have to find that old thing and scan it and post it). These are all RealAudio for now (click the titles):

When we weren't out on the road, we played a local Holiday Inn circuit, rotating with an Elvis impersonator act. He was consistently SRO. We couldn't draw flies, except for enthusiastic blacks -- which didn't exactly make us popular with the Food & Beverage managers. Our shaky popularity also owed, I guess, to our strange repertoire, which included obscure jazz-fusion stuff, Steely Dan, and Frank Zappa and other off-the-wall material.