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DOWNSIDE - "THE FRED VOCAL VERSIONS" (1997)
DEMO TAPE

drums and samples by me
copyright ©1997. all rights reserved.

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left to right:
Sal:
bass
me:
drums/samples
Scott:
guitar, vox on "believer of the lies"
Fred:
lead vocals



[engineered by Rick Duncan]
all songs copyright ©1997
all rights reserved.
[1-5 engineered by Rick Duncan
[6-8 engineered by Brian Lee]



my thoughts and notes on the recordings:
The funniest thing about Panacea, aka Downside, aka Down Inside..... we never had one song that was over 3 and a half minutes. Most of our songs clocked in around 2:45. Our motto was, get to the point. If the song feels like it's over, it's over. The rapmetal band with the punk songwriting ethic. Ha.

"Critic" & "Ice Cream Clone" are two songs that were written entirely by me-- all guitar parts and lyrics and the rhythm of the raps, etc. "In Crowd"'s lyrics and rap rhythm were also by me. These three songs are my favorite, not because I wrote them. It's because you can feel the fucking intensity... the recordings capture it and the lyrics said so much, with such anger. The other demos, I'm proud of, but those three songs just take the cake for me, lyrically and musically. Overall, I am insanely proud of this era of the band.

"Critic" is about how I hated that most music fans couldn't form their own opinion on albums, and also critics knew nothing about good music. It's something that bothered me ten years ago and still does to this day. "In Crowd" is about the punk kids who fucking HATED US, because we were doing the rap/metal thing (this was BEFORE Limp Bizkit was even a speck on the map). I was a punker, but I couldn't get these people into us. They just hated us on principle, because we weren't "punk." And "Ice Cream Clone" is about my ex-girlfriend Carinda, my first love and the girl I lost my virginity to... after I broke up with her (because she was in love with my bandmate), she became incredibly phony and followed whatever trend was hot at the time... Last time I saw her was summer 2005, and she was still the same. I don't think she'll ever keep it real, but whatever. I don't talk to her anymore so it doesn't matter. I really fucking love those lyrics, though. I was furious when I wrote them.

Regarding the performances of all of these recordings-- I'm totally proud of the bass and guitars and my drumming. But in my opinion, our rapper Fred (later known as Kidd-B) really didn't do any of the songs of this time period justice, as a lead vocalist/rapper. He never articulated his words and that bothered me tremendously. Most of his raps were just muffled and slurred together... you can barely understand the verses in "In Crowd." I don't know what it was but in my opinion he was a much better bass player (he started out as the bassist in the band). He had great energy, live, though, which is why we loved him as a frontman. But I just hate hearing his sloppy rapping. Tight music, though. I can't not love these recordings, as they were pretty damn good for a bunch of guys in our late teens and early 20s, who started playing this type of music because of Rage Against the Machine and Stuck Mojo.

I really like Scott's song "Believe of the Lies", mainly lyrically. The song is about how fucking stupid it is being a gang-banger. Scott with the hard morals. I love it. Musically, it could definitely be tighter and a little more linear, but damn those lyrics rock. Oh yeah, "Overthrow" is another fave of mine. Musically and definitely lyrically. That was so much fun to play and a definite crowd-pleaser. The last track in the player, "Enemy Beyond".... kinda cheesy, but cool. Lyrically inspired by The Crow (the movie)... I think, anyway....



In Crowd (lyrics by me):
copyright 1996 all rights reserved



boom shaka-laka check it out...

what's in, what's in, what's in? i don't care!
style controls you like organized religion
so petrified, and you can't see
you believe everything you breathe in society
what's in, what's in, what's in? i don't care!
keep playin' it punk, and you'll get the stare
i don't play that game, i got my own style
keep dissing us chump, in the end it's futile.

am i just not punk enough?
am i just not rude enough?
am i just not cool enough?
yeah, i'm just not cool enough. right?

who in the fuck needs friends like you?
who is cool enough to fit in with you?
i don't give a fuck about you
who are you to judge the downside crew?

i hear about everything that's said
someone needs to crack you upside your head
yo, you claim to be my friend
your punk shit's gotta end.

am i just not punk enough?
am i just not rude enough?
am i just not cool enough?
yeah, i'm just not cool enough. right?

style controls you like organized religion!



Ice Cream Clone (lyrics and music by me):
copyright 1996 all rights reserved



conformist!
see this fist, make you pissed
when i punch your nose into your brain
can you feel the pain?
you live a life on puppet strings
controlled by the trends and all the "in things"
i've seen you change and it makes me sick!
your style and fashion can just suck my dick!
you're so fake, you make fake look real
you hate me bitch? step back, i'm the real deal

you make a new friend, then you start to pretend
that you're someone else, you just hate yourself!
you turn into those whom you think you respect
if you think about it, you're the clone in retrospect
every day you wake up, you're slapping on the makeup
thinking long and hard of what you'll be today
you try and try to live your life through a lie
if i had one wish, it would be for you to die

do you hear me? do you listen?
listen up, listen up

so many people like you should just get killed!
so many people like you!

in the past, i knew ya
saw right through ya
always changing into the newest fad
now i still know ya
i still see right through ya
you're thinkin' you're bad, but in reality, it's sad.

so many people like you should just get killed!
so many people like you!

fake like plastic
change is drastic
walkin' around, thinkin' you're fantastic
i got news, you don't have a clue
copyin' everyone else, and thinkin' you're being cool
when in reality, you're just trying to impress
bitten by the fashion bug, just a clone like the rest
in reality, you're just trying to impress
bitten by the fashion bug, just a clone like the rest.

bitten by the fashion bug
just a clone like the rest!


Critic (lyrics and music by me):
copyright 1996 all rights reserved

critic! you're not a god, you're a snob!
the power to make or break, sounds like a great job!
writing about all you wish you were
never tasting real life, but you think you're a connoisseur
bad review- knowing you, what else is new?
good review- just a few, in the issue
they hold you high, like you sit in the sky
props to the fakes, while the real ones die
you write the hype and everyone believes it
people flock to it like flies on dogshit
you never know what's good and what's not
carbon-copy band, why do you think it's so hot?
four-star records and you never wrote a lick
sucker record buyer, you make me sick!
critic, musical "authority"
every word with a touch of ingenuity

now!
double-platinum
selling records well into the next millenium
no talent, just average
no message, just an image
critic's the one who makes 'em recognized
record buyer, you're hypnotized
one-hit wonders the very next night
and the world believes what the critic writes

instant
success
no opinions expressed
instant
success
just doing it
to impress

number one on the charts
and you think you're so smart
four months pass, no one remembers who you are
you got enough cash from that one stupid song
and the critic said it was "powerful" and "strong"
but the next few weeks
you saw it drop from the top ten
you were sure it would climb back once again
but then reality set in hard
no longer top 40
guess that caught you off-guard!
record sales plummet right before your eyes
and success just turned into a big fat lie
and the critic never cared in the first place
he had a deadline
he said i was "great"
just so he could get paid.

instant
success
bow down... to the critic
instant
success
bow down... to the critic.