Dear Mr. Omar Bay, got news that you left today. You still countin’ all them taxicabs, takin’ you back to the time you have left? Do you well remember Vietnam, when you had a mother who loved her son. Did you have to leave us all and go away?
Omar Bay, I think I’m fallin’ to pieces. Won’t you help a good man get up and back on his feet. Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I’d even say it’s four too many. Won’t you help a good man get up and back on his feet.
Dear Mr. Omar Bay, I saw your old friend from the war today. He said you want to seek God in a church or to get some warmth, whatever came first. And now your standpipe it stands alone. If where you place your cap is your home, did you have to leave us all and go away?
Omar Bay, I think I’m fallin to pieces. Won’t you help a good man get up and back on his feet. Five winters in New York is plenty…
So much searing honesty in the most beautiful arrangements of words and harmonies. Storytelling and first person narratives in the songs that I resonate with deeply.
jill t kimelman
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
A revved-up reinterpretation of traditional Portuguese music, exploring various folkways through the lenses of jazz, pop, and electronic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024