DAVE’S AUSTRALIA DAY JUKEBOX #4

It was 1980 and I found myself in Los Angeles looking for inspiration for my fourth album. My third album 'Correct Weight' had been largely ignored by media and radio, although 'Wimbledon' had done quite well off the back of the video clip. The joke was that later when I appeared in Melbourne for the Mushroom 10th anniversary all these rock media people told me how much they loved 'Correct Weight'. Yeah, right.

So, off to L.A. it was and there I indeed was inspired. To get to back to my roots. Music had got too wishy-washy. It was the era of synths and computer drums and I wanted back to when rock was exciting: Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Elvis. I saw a fabulous group in L.A. The Blasters playing a modern style rockabilly, and I thought that was the style I wanted on this next album, back to basics, rhythm, blues, rock and fun.

One legendary rock producer who did love my stuff was Kim Fowley. Introduced to ‘suburban boy’ in Melbourne by David Pepperell and Keith Glass he had responded immediately when I had called him from Tony Durant’s place in London where I was staying, telling me to drop in to see him in Hollywood.

I did, and we spent a couple of days going through many of the songs he’d produced and his records. I told him my vision for the album that was about the suburban boy heading overseas trying to find his roots. Fowley was terrific coming up with song titles and themes on the spot.  He gave me the titles Million Miles From Home and this one, Buried In My Own Backyard.

He had plans to record me in his ‘punk’ studio at Venice Beach but he was erratic, flying off to get relief from his hypoglycaemia and I just didn’t have the funds to stick around LA so I had to leave.  But I did get an education in a short time about the U.S. industry and two great song ideas.

Buried In My Own Backyard was one of them.

BURIED IN MY OWN BACKYARD

I’m going to be buried

Buried in my own backyard

I’m going to be buried

Buried in my own backyard

Gotta get my own back

Never gonna phone back

Buried in my own backyard

Well I just got back from Babylon

It was long on the bottom but short on the fun

The girls weren’t pretty and they didn’t want to know

Bout the witty Walter Mitty with the Denis Lillee mo

My mum was right she told me not to go

But I’m back for good and I tell you that I know that

I’m going to be buried

Buried in my own backyard

I’m going to be buried

Buried in my own backyard

Gotta get my own back

Never gonna phone back

Buried in my own backyard

I did the round of Los Angeles

To the cocaine groves that pose as record companies

I didn’t like them and they hated me

They said not to call them they’d call me

There was a nibble of interest from an A’n’R queen who said

I don’t like your songs but I love your jeans

 I’m going to be buried

Buried in my own backyard

I’m going to be buried

Buried in my own backyard

Gotta get my own back

Never gonna phone back

Buried in my own backyard

Well I kissed goodbye to pretensions of fame

Felt so damn low I nearly changed my name

Guess it’s funny when you think of it

All that money down the dunny just to take that shit

But I’m back for good and I’m fighting fit

I’ll die where I lived and be proud of it.

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