Amy Denio
Amy Denio (born June 9, 1961) is a Seattle (USA)-based multi-instrumental composer of soundtracks for modern dance, film and theater, as well as a songwriter and music improviser. Often called an unclassifiable avant-garde jazz musician, she is also deeply inspired by world music. She is probably best known as a vocalist, accordionist and saxophone-player. Among her current musical involvements are The Tiptons Sax Quartet (formerly The Billy Tipton Memorial Saxophone Quartet) and Die Resonanz Stanonczi, a radical folk group based in Salzburg, Austria. She has also collaborated repeatedly with the Pat Graney Dance Company, David Dorfman Dance Company, Victoria Marks, and with many other choreographers.
Her first recording was No Bones released as a cassette on her record label Spoot Music in 1986. Her first LP was with the Entropics. She founded Tiptons in 1987, and also started Tone Dogs with bassist Fred Chalenor. Tone Dogs' first release Ankety Low Day was nominated to be nominated (sic) for a Grammy Award. She has performed and recorded with (among others) Matt Cameron, KMFDM, Curlew, Fred Frith, Pointless Orchestra, Francisco López, Danny Barnes, Pale Nudes, Blowhole, the Danubians, The Science Group, Chris Cutler, Guy Klucevsek, Pauline Oliveros, Relâche Ensemble, Hoppy Kamiyama, Derek Bailey, Chuck D, Dennis Rea, Bill Rieflin, Quintetto alla busara, Kultur Shock and the Shaking Ray Levis.
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ALBUMS
- The Gospel Record (Reference Edition) released: 2005
- Nocturnis (Bach Cello Suite No. 1) released: 2003
- Tasogare released: 2001
- Belle Confusion 00 released: 2000
- Tattoo released: 2000
- Tongues released: 1993
- Birthing Chair Blues released: 1991
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Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette
by: Jimmy Dean(Merle Travis - Tex Williams)
Now, I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree.
That ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll injure your health
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop when they have that cigarette.
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette.
Now at a game of chance the other night
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' 'round
Well, I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept a raisin' and a layin' that money down.
Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and he didn't raise the bet
I said ace's full pal how about you
He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But I just gotta have another cigarette."
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette.
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Now the other night I had a date
With the cutest gal in the fifty states
A highbred uptown social little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were like they oughta be
And hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane.
She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
So help me and I think I'd've been there yet
But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
And she said Jim excuse me please
But I just gotta have another cigarette.
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette.
Gotta have another cigarette
Y'all keep pickin' if you want to but I'm gonna light one up
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