Box Guitar

by Chris Monti

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Recorded, edited, mixed and mastered by Seth Manchester
and Keith Souza at Machines With Magnets, Pawtucket RI.

Thanks to Seth for being so patient and helpful in the studio. Thanks to Vincent Fraioli and Willa Van Nostrand for assistance in Italian pronunciation. Thanks to Dr L. J. Churchmont for her good sense and advice. Thanks to my folks for being so supportive. Thanks to all who contributed to the Kickstarter that made this record possible.

Thanks to Jake Haller for giving me permision to record "Circumstantial Evidence". Thanks to Greg Burgess for giving me permission to record "Leave That Drinking Along".

“Sagebrush” was written with my old Blue Toad Flax bandmates Dick Nudenberg and Ryan Ridgely. “Chris' Drunken Hiccups” is a traditional tune arranged by me.

Remember to be good to your Ma and your sisters.

-Chris
Sept 2015
Providence, RI

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released September 11, 2015

Chris Monti: vocals, acoustic guitar and harmonica

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Keith Souza and Seth Manchester
with interference from Chris Monti

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Chris Monti Somerville, Massachusetts

Chris Monti is a singer/songwriter whose original songs are influenced by Rock + Roll, Country-Blues and Old-Time Fiddle Music as well as music from West Africa, Egypt, India and South America.
Chris has played with country-blues great Paul Geremia and Sierra Leone’s Refugee All Stars. Chris has a puppet show called "The Yankee Peddler", and a dance band Big Biscuit. .
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Track Name: Upterrlainarluta (Always Getting Ready)
Upterrlainarluta (Always Getting Ready) -Chris Monti

Well, look at you
You’re such a mess
You’d better find yourself a better method

Talking shit
All the time
And the truth is buried
Not so far below

Well, every morning is the same routine
Choosing to believe
What the Rasta Man told you
You wish you could
Settle down and work
Find yourself a job
Where you could do some good

You’d better find yourself another road to ride
Get out of the shotgun seat and get behind the wheel
Leave your companions on the roadside
Turn off the air conditioner
Open the window
The world to hear
The wind to feel

You smoke a joint
And spin the radio dial
You’re looking for something
But you don’t know what
Conversation
Is the same old thing
We’ll become good
And famous tomorrow

You tell me once you met
Some Indians
But you don’t recall
Anything they said
You tell me you’re thinking about
Moving to Tokyo
But given the situation there
You’ll move to San Francisco instead

You’d better find yourself another walk to walk
The way you’re headed, the end is always in view
You’re a smart guy but you just talk talk
Always getting ready
But what are you going to do?

Well, someday
Some time in the future
All of your stars
Will align perfectly
You will turn
Your life around
Without any effort
At all

Now if somebody
Told you this
There is no way
You would ever believe it
So why do you tell yourself
What you know to be completely
Bullshit?

You’d better find yourself another road to ride
Get out of the shotgun seat and get behind the wheel
Leave your companions on the roadside
Turn off the air conditioner
Open the window
The world to hear
The wind to feel
Track Name: Chris' Drunken Hiccups
Chris’s Drunken Hiccups
-Trad. American, Arranged by Chris Monti

I’ve played cards in England, I’ve gambled in Spain
Going back to Rhode Island for to play my last game
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds I’ve known you from old
You’ve robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold

If the river way whiskey and I was a duck
I’d swim to the bottom for to never come up
But the river’s not whiskey and I ain’t no duck
I’ll just play these drunken hiccups and trust to my luck

My shoes are all torn up my toes are stickin out
I’m gonna get some corn whiskey, I’m goin up the spout
I’ll beat on the table I’ll make the glass ring
Brandy more brandy more brandy to bring

Gonna eat when I’m hungry, gonna drink when I’m dry
Get to feeling much better, I gonna sprout wings and fly
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds I’ve known you from old
You’ve robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
Track Name: Donna Di Luce
Donna Di Luce -Chris Monti (English translation)

I am a foolish man,
I do not understand how anything works,
I will never build anything useful,
I write my words in the air.

I was a man beset by demons,
I was a man who wandered the dark,
I am a man who stumbled and fell,
Who reached out his hand and opened his heart

My Family, thank you mom and dad.
My Family, thank you for teaching me well


I have learned to sing for my supper,
I have learned to play the guitar from my heart,
I have learned to be quiet and listen
I try to use peaceful words

I am a man full of love,
I am a man full of caring,
I am a man full of light,
I am a man who will help you

My Friends and enemies, thank you from my heart,
My friends and enemies, I’m glad to spend my life with you.


I am in love with the woman of light,
She brings joy to my world,
I am in love with the woman Lucinda,
She makes me glad to be alive,

Lucinda, Lucinda, woman of light,
Lucinda, Lucinda she is the light of my world,
Track Name: Not my Culture
Not My Culture -Chris Monti

This is not my culture but I use it anyway
These are not my rhythms but I use them anyway
This is not my guitar but I use it anyway
And the plectrum I have borrowed but I use it anyway

My mind is like a sponge, my soul is like a mirror
My heart is like a cup, my body is a tool
I don’t make a lot of money but I have a lot of luck
I have no proper residence but friends take me in
I live to hear the music of the wind in the trees
And I wonder what that sounds like in your home town

Music moves quickly around the world these days and we listen to what we like
If you take time to dig you will find something superb
I’m a man of many tastes and if I hear something I like
I’ll ask you to teach it to me and I’ll learn it best I can

When I put pen to paper and pick up my guitar
I may use some of your music, I may use some of your culture
I may use some of your rhythm, but I will do it with respect
If someone asks me where I learned it, I’ll speak well of my teacher
If you think I am a thief, my list of victims is long

From the river of my teachers, I barter for a cup
With lots of training and some luck, I might vanish in the air
And let the great wind take me up, and carry me across the sky
But though I am alight and though I am aloft,
I know I am just a small cloud carrying a little rain

This is not my culture but I use it anyway
These are not my rhythms but I use them anyway
This is not my guitar but I use it anyway
And the plectrum I have borrowed but I use it anyway

I know I am just a small cloud carrying a little rain