Open Mic Nights, Empty Bottle Mornings

by Mike Maimone

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"Accountant-Turned-Piano-Man Mike Maimone comes on strong with his debut album. Maimone's unique blend of bluesy piano rock is frenetic and enthralling, as he pounds the keys with unparalleled energy. His voice is harsh, smoky, and distinctly his own, with a raw sound that is captivating. His songs are incredibly tight and well done – in fact, there's not a bad song on here. He blends ragtime enthusiasm with a manic rock sensibility, creating timeless songs with a solid structure. His words are alternately charming, depressing, and hilarious, vaguely reminiscent of Harry Nilsson.

I was really impressed with this CD. Maimone's classic, old-timey piano sound is delivered with an unmatched energy. It's quite apparent when listening to his music that he wrote what he wanted to write – he's not catering to anyone or trying to be anything other than himself. This "Reformed Accountant" has definitely found his calling, and I will look forward to seeing what he does next. "
- Beeb Ashcroft, Indie-Music.com

"Maimone demonstrates a sublime sense of optimism about everything from love, to vice, to suicide, to Caddyshack II (not necessarily in that order, but come to think of it, probably in that order) in story songs that tattoo their way upon a listener's consciousness. And following his Carter-era muses, the lush production (with fearless forays away from piano man territory) seems to imply that Maimone belongs in an era when people actually bought good music."
- Rocktober Magazine, Issue #46

"This Midwestern Mike sounds like Randy Newman with some Tom Waits, Graham Parker, Elton John, Doctor John, and Professor Longhair. Too raucous R&B/ragtime to be a piano bar star - he's too scratchy-voiced and proud to play Billy Joel's "Piano Man" - the superlative-fingered, aggressive Maimone and bassist and drummer pump out jump 'n' jive with aplomb, panache, and abandon. Hey, the bottles of the LP title, evoking many bleary-eyed A.M.s of Gordons or Jim Beam, didn't empty themselves! And for a guy not long out of Notre Dame, he sounds like he's twice his age and has been thrown out of bars the world over for breaking beer steins and shattering shot glasses. I'd drink with him - "For all my friends!"
- Jack Rabid, The Big Takeover Magazine

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released September 15, 2008

Brian Aiken - Bass
Darren Garvey - Drums
Mike Maimone - Piano, Wurlitzer, Rhodes, Hammond organ, Vox organ, pump organ, harmonium, glockenspiel, synths, percussion, vocals, production
Jodi Rosenthal - vocals on Track 4; All My Love

Manny Sanchez - Recording engineer, mixing
Recorded at the I.V. Lab in Chicago, IL, 2008
Mastered by Dominick Maita at Airshow Mastering

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Track Name: Not Waiting Around
Not Waitin' Around
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2005

The lights are on in Cleveland,
I like that building right across the street.
From the 26th floor I'm looking down,
that would be quite a fall.
Well lately I've been wondering
if life's too short - or long.
And, do these windows open,
or do I have to smash one out?

I'd soar like snowflakes dancing 'round the nighttime sky so high
And drift down to the square
drink 'til I'm not there
hop a train to anywhere...
when I forgot how to care (I say)

I'm not waitin' around, I'm not waitin' around
I'm just trying to bide my time.
I'm not waitin' around, I'm not waitin' around
I'll be getting by just fine.
Now would you please step to the side,
you're blockin' the TV.
And they're about to preview the next episode.

The sun is up in Portland,
I need a new head, this one is killing me.
From the edge of my bed I'm looking down;
that would be quite a fall.
Well lately I've been wondering
just what's right and wrong.
And what the hell did i do last night,
'cause this is not my room.

I drove all night with Cali' sounds ringing in my ears
and crashed down on the shore
woke up and drank some more
I walked the ocean floor
makin' my way to Singapore

I'm not waitin' around, I'm not waitin' around
I'm just trying to bide my time.
I'm not waitin' around, I'm not waitin' around
I'll be getting by just fine.
Now would you please step to the side,
you're blockin' the TV.
And they're about to preview the next episode.
Track Name: Aiming the Guns at Fate
Aiming the Guns at Fate
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

Her smile is painted on a teardrop canvas;
she don't wanna be the reason we're calling it a night.
But she's a carnival packed up for the winter.
Yeah, and we can see the frost forming on brightly colored rides.

She don't talk during their song, no she don't talk during their song.

These days, nobody seems to talk about him
but in the shade of the old oak tree we ain't forgotten
So you set the cruise control, I'll guide the wheel
we're aiming the guns at fate and we're dragging him home
We're dragging him home.

The night is hangin' on a pindrop moment
while the melody's taking our memories for a ride.
Last call for alcohol, that's it tonight
yeah, but we can't complain - he's got us feelin' more alive

We don't talk during their song, no we don't talk during their song.

These days, nobody seems to talk about him
but in the shade of the old oak tree we ain't forgotten
So you set the cruise control, I'll guide the wheel
we're aiming the guns at fate and we're dragging him home
We're dragging him home.
Track Name: Mile 102
Mile 102
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2007

I think I know you,
I know I've seen your face...
The rest stop at mile 102
behind the coffee shop sandwich case.
You said you only drink it black;
I kinda like your taste.

Woke up from a 90-mile-an-hour nap happy to be alive
One more cup of coffee should get me through the rest of the drive
I know it's been a couple days, and we're about 1,000 miles away
But maybe one day I'll get back to mile 102 to hear you say
"Do you want anything else with your coffee?
Try a slice of meaning in your life."
I said, "Now there's a strange suggestion,
but somehow girl I think you've pegged me just right."

And I need you around, I'm losing higher ground, I'm losing higher ground.
And I don't want to come down, but I'm losing higher ground, I'm losing higher ground.

Woke up from a 17-year nap to realize that I'm alive.
Never thought a stranger would be the one to wake me up inside.
But girl you poured a wiser cup of coffee
and since I left I'm haunted by your eyes
Now we're back, we're back to being strangers
But if I had you here with me I know I just might get it right

And I need you around, I'm losing higher ground, I'm losing higher ground.
And I don't want to come down, but I'm losing higher ground, I'm losing higher ground.
Track Name: All My Love
All My Love
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
Featuring Jodi Rosenthal of Lying Delilah
(c) 2005

She's my baby with the blackberry hair
often catch her with a far away stare
I say "Baby, what's so special out there,
won't you come down to earth with me?

"Hey there Mike, you ought to give it a try.
You're too serious most of the time.
Hold my hand, you know, and show me that smile,
won't you come out to space with me?"

Whoa - people say we both gone crazy
Whoa - we just lie in bed for days and days
and oh - (s)he's got all I lack
I give'er all my love
she's givin' it back

There's candle light in your crystal eyes
I wanna stay up here and watch the sun rise
So comfortable now with our clothes cast aside
I wanna come out to space and see

I gotta tell you, baby, how much you mean.
You came into my life and then you changed everything
you're the reason why I reach for my dream
so won't you come out to space with me.
Track Name: She's Avoiding Mirrors
She's Avoiding Mirrors
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

She's avoiding mirrors but she looks so good in dresses
I fight her negativity and shower her with yesses
Why she's so self-conscious, well it's anybody's guesses
I try and tell her she looks fine,
but it's just a waste of time...

We live in a place where the sun sets before it's risin'
While businessmen ruch off to work in suits and power ties, in
underneath the covers we're not lettin' the sunshine in.
I think we gotta make some cash;
she thinks we outta make a dash
I knew this day was comin' but I didn't think it'd happen so fast.

I'm swinging from an anchor,
an anchor in the sky.
Forgot my fear of heights, now I'm way too high.
She's my blue balloon,
she floats along the ground,
and when I get too high I know she'll bring me down,
bring me down.

She loved Rodeny Dangerfield in Caddyshack 2, see
I don't think she knows that he wasn't in that movie.
We argue about it in her parents' jacuzzi.
We could find that shit online,
but we'd rather waste our time.

She's avoiding mirrors cause her looks can be deceiving
sweet as frosty freeze or tasty treats all in the evening
but every morning tells me she's been thinking about leaving
I knew that it could never last
So much future in our past
I knew this day was coming but I didn't think it'd happen so fast

I'm swinging from an anchor,
an anchor in the sky.
Forgot my fear of heights, now I'm way too high.
She's my blue balloon,
she floats along the ground,
and when I get too high she can always bring me down,
bring me down.

I knew this day was coming but I didn't think it'd happen so fast...
I knew this day was coming but I didn't think it'd happen so fast.
Track Name: Prizefighter
Prizefighter
Word & Music by Mike Maimone

My God it's late, honey where you been?
Before she could lie, it's already forgiven
It's written so plainly in her eyes
I've read this before - it always ends in her smile
She never loved me
but she never tried
And he never lover her
until she was mine

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
usually said by the one who's to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
'cause I think I'm in love.

Her pillow's cold, even colder than before
she called out a name I couldn't ignore.
Maybe with time, growing up will prove
to be the difference between experienced and used.
She doesn't love me
but i wish she would try
just thinking 'bout leaving
is making me tired.

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
usually said by the one who's to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
now isn't that love?

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
soon as it's said, well I know i'm to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
Now isn't that love?
Track Name: Don't Place Your Bets On Me
Don't Place Your Bets On Me
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

I light another cigarette just to watch the smoke as it floats away.
It's takin' your words with it, I'm not listening to a thing you say...

So don't place your bets on me, I'm losing again.

It creeps up from my stomach like 11 whiskey sours
with the greasy egss at 4am we hungrily devoured.
I'm just your bloody mary, my love's the hair of the dog
But my kiss is temporary, you head'll pound when I'm gone.

Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again.
I'm laying my cards down, I'm cashing it in.
Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again,
and take what's left for me to go through it again...

The afternoon it grumbles in and punches the clock
and I shuffle to the kitchen, too hung over to walk.
I get the shakes over coffee just thinkin' of you
and on an afternoon like this I wonder who's using who.

Love it comes and goes, it's got me feelin' old, got me feelin' sick.
Like waiting with a plastic bag, wishin' my dog would hurry up and take a shit.
I pick it up every time, but I respect myself a little less.
Wonderin' how long it'll be 'til I've been in everybody else's mess.

Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again.
I'm laying my cards down, I'm cashing it in.
Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again,
and take what's left for me to go through it again...
Track Name: Never Lonely Again
Never Lonely Again
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

Well I'd like to invite you to see me
though I don't think that he'd like you here.
But all the late night train rides we spent side by side
I admit, I still hold them dear.

Do you still have our picture in your bedroom?
At the bar you were holding my glass
so I could pour you a shot from the bottle you brought
got me kicked out, thrown on my ass.

Well I'll never be lonely again.
I'll never be lonely again.
I'll hope and I'll pray that by my dying day
I'll be rid of your memories and then
I'll never be lonely again.

We can fall out of love without warning
as we rush to create more past.
Because life's an old Chrysler somehow chugging by
and we're burning, yeah we're just the gas.

When I talk to God I don't ask for much,
too ashamed, for I know I've sinned.
And while I'd apreciate the chance to walk through heaven's gate
hell'd be fine; I'd be with my friends.

Well I'll never be lonely again.
I'll never be lonely again.
I'll hope and I'll pray that by my dying day
I'll be rid of your memories and then
I'll never be lonely again.
Track Name: Bulletproof
Bulletproof
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

Cmaj7
I hit the bottle but the bottle's hittin' back these days
I might as well be drinkin' turpentine.
G (add 4, 6)
You pay for what you get, but I got nothin' left except
taxes, debt, fees, penalties and fines.
Cmaj7
The lights are buzzin' and the coffe tastes like mud, I need
to find a happy place where I can hide.
Go out for a smoke, paperwork is such a joke
but no one seems to laugh when I miss deadlines.

We're all gonna die some day. No need to borrow time.

Find something you love and let it kill you.
Find something you love and let it rip your fucking heart out.
Find something you love and let it kill you.
You gotta have a broken heart my friend to be bulletproof.

Ever since I was 17 everyone's been telling me
happiness is doing what you love.
But it's all chemical so get down from your pedestal;
happiness is the right mix of drugs.

We're all gonna die some day. Who do I owe for mine?

Find something you love and let it kill you.
Find something you love and let it rip your fucking heart out.
Find something you love and let it kill you.
You gotta have a broken heart my friend to be bulletproof.
Track Name: Things I Remember
Things I Remember
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2005

Sometimes you have to walk a mile
to realize you've walked a mile too far.
And sometimes you have to try awhile
to realize you've been trying too hard.
I don't really know where I want to go,
but at least I know where I ought to be.

I hear it’s snowing back at home.
The only frost out here is in my ice box.
And sand just doesn’t crunch beneath my feet
Like when we looked at Christmas lights on our street.
Couldn’t have known I’d miss the cold
But now it’s just one of those things…

Those silly little things I remember
And more important ones I forget
Well life just changes so quickly,
Now memories are all that I have left.
They’re all good to me.
Yeah, they’re all good to me.

You laughed so hard when I slipped on the sidewalk,
So I got up and pushed you in the snow.
Mom, she was yelling from the front porch,
“Kids come in or you're gonna catch cold.”
And dad’s sorting mail at the table,
Dinner smelled so good from the stove.

But now I’m wading in the ocean.
All these thoughts get lost in the waves.
And there’s no more beers in my ice box
Cause I’ve been getting wasted here for days.
All I really want this Christmas
Is just to know what I really want.

Those silly little things I remember
And more important ones I forget
Well life just changed on me quickly,
Now memories are all that I have left.
They’re all good to me.
Yeah, they’re all good to me.
Track Name: Each New Place
Each New Place
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2007

That same old neon sign
I've passed 1,000 times.
A late-night beacon of grease
for hungry passers-by looking for a release.

I signal and check behind
it's the end of another line.
It's just about time for peace
on my weary travelin' mind, finally.

But a closer look I'll never take;
don't want to see the sign is not exactly the same.
As far as I know it's never changed,
but baby those lights bring me a little bit of home in each new place.

Everybody's working for a solution.
Trying to figure shit out on their own.
Put it all together, it's one big confusion.
Nights I pray I'll change... and find a better place to call my home.