It all started mid 2009 when a local freaky musician, known as Dables got together with the punk/funk/lofi psychedlia weirdness of The Albino Porch Monkeys and over many bong hits and beer cans, potato chips, and camradrie, the three guys: David Walker, Sid Id, and Clayton Marx decided to form a new band.
This brings us to the two DAN mission statements:
1.) We aims to piss you off. We want you howling at the sky in anger and turmoil after listening to DAN. We want to upset the rest of your day with horribly catchy racket that you can't get out of your head no matter how hard you try. We want your ears to bleed and we play LOUD AS FUCK.
2.) We aims to write whatever the hell we want. If we want our songs to be 6 seconds long, then by god we will write a 6 second song about titfucking. We heed to no religion, sex, orientation, race, or culture. We hate them all and we thank those who don't laugh at themselves sometimes are assholes! We will never be censored for any reason, despite those who may think so. They can suck it! We will write whatever kind of genre we will feel like, we will fart in microphones and call it music if we see the need to do so, which is a good idea and we should put fart songs on the third album.
DAVID WALKER-guitar,etc
CLAY MARX-bass,etc
SID ID-vocals,etc
Our first album came out September 2009 and is titled "Magic Mountain". It is the definition of self-indulgence. It's pretty funny though even though we were super stoned the entire recording.
Our second album was recorded in August 2009, but we lazily didn't release it until early 2010 and is called "The Whatever EP". It is our experimental, free-form jam album. 6 tracks clocking in at almost a full hour. Good luck getting through that noisy weird-ass shit!
Our third album came out Spring 2010 and is called "Grandparents Forever". It is a return to our short, abrasive, psychedelic punk rock style. DAN agrees that it's better then the first album and we worked harder on it.
This is the end of "The Basement Trilogy". Our first 3 albums were all recorded in Sid's parent's house's basement on the same Tascam Portastudio dubbed "Mr. Tascam". The Basement was a stinky, cat-infested, no air conditioning, hippie dungeon. At least 50 different people came through that place and got fucked up and hung out or jammed with us during the 2 years that they lived there. And then Sid moved, and we lost our practice space.
Our fourth album, which we starting recording right after Sid moved, titled "Honey Berry Surprise" still isn't finished. Why? Because we got about 10 songs in and then some stupid shit went down. First off, it was hard to practice in our new house because it's in a garage in a neighborhood and people don't like us being loud and we get shut down a lot. Secondly, David and Sid got into an argument over a chick because they are both stupid. Thirdly, Clayton got busted with weed by the cops, got kicked out and moved to the other side of Greenville and was without a car. Sadly, we went on an indefinite hiatus for over a year.
BUT, in Fall of 2011, David and Sid kissed and made up and Clayton has a ride to Simpsonville to practice now, so by The Beard of Odin, DAN shall continue...
UPDATE: DAN called it quits in mid 2012, RIP DAN 2009-2012. I dug around on Mr. Tascam until I could find all the songs that we finished and now they are released here on soundcloud as "Honey Berry Surprise". We played 3 shows during our run, two in Fountain Inn and one in Greenville. THUS CONCLUDES THE STORY OF DAN. CHEERS DUDES!
Clothes Off
D.A.N Lyrics
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Lay me down the tap and let the fun juice pour
One shot, two shot, three shot, floor
I think I fell in love with you
When you dragged me out the door
Where the hell's our mates man?
Man I don't know
Where's your bag and hat?
What is going on?
You helped me take all of my clothes off
Yeah I love you, yeah I really do
You cleaned up all my throw up
You saved me when my mind was mush
What a nice thing to do
Everybody's fucked off
But no not you
Do you really need some help boy?
Yeah, I think I do
You helped me take all of my clothes off
Yeah I love you, yeah I really do
You saved me when my mind was mush
What I nice thing to do
Screaming at a base head rude boy gets stabbed
That's when you jumped in, touch your man and you get mad
One punch, two punch, three punch, slab
I think I fell in love with you when you threw me in a cab
Where the hell's your mates man?
We were drinking at the show
Where are they now?
Man I don't know
The lyrics to "Clothes Off" by D.A.N depict a chaotic and alcohol-fueled night out, where the singer finds themselves in a vulnerable state. The imagery of eight bucks and a PBR sets the scene of a gritty and low-budget night, as the singer recalls getting drunk and losing control. The lines "One shot, two shot, three shot, floor" portray a rapid descent into intoxication, leading to a moment of revelation where the singer feels a newfound connection with someone who helped them in their drunken state.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the gratitude and affection the singer feels towards the person who assisted them, both physically and emotionally. The act of helping to remove the singer's clothes and cleaning up their vomit symbolizes a deep level of care and support, which the singer reciprocates by expressing their love and appreciation. This sense of vulnerability and intimacy in the midst of a chaotic environment highlights the fragility of human connections and the importance of kindness in unexpected moments.
As the narrative unfolds, the song delves into a violent altercation that breaks out, contrasting the earlier moments of tenderness. The singer witnesses a confrontation and is moved by the protective and assertive response of the person they are with. The singer's admiration grows as they feel a sense of belonging and safety in the midst of danger, further solidifying their emotional attachment to this individual.
The repeated questions about the whereabouts of friends and the confusion surrounding the events of the night reflect a sense of disorientation and reliance on this particular person for guidance and support. The juxtaposition of chaos and intimacy within the lyrics of "Clothes Off" conveys a raw and emotionally charged portrayal of a night out, where unexpected bonds are formed and tested in the face of both vulnerability and aggression.
Line by Line Meaning
Eight bucks and a PBR, a rude boy knows the score
A small amount of money and a beer, a tough guy understands the situation
Lay me down the tap and let the fun juice pour
Put me on the bar and pour the alcohol
One shot, two shot, three shot, floor
Having multiple drinks leading to getting intoxicated
I think I fell in love with you when you dragged me out the door
I started to care for you when you helped me in a difficult situation
Where the hell's our mates man?
Where are our friends?
Man I don't know
I have no idea
Where's your bag and hat?
Where are your belongings?
What is going on?
What is happening?
You helped me take all of my clothes off
You assisted me in a vulnerable moment
Yeah I love you, yeah I really do
I genuinely appreciate your help
You cleaned up all my throw up
You took care of me when I was sick
You saved me when my mind was mush
You protected me when I couldn't think clearly
What a nice thing to do
Your kindness is commendable
Everybody's fucked off
Everyone has left
But no not you
Except for you
Do you really need some help boy?
Are you in need of assistance?
Yeah, I think I do
Yes, I believe I do
Screaming at a base head rude boy gets stabbed
Yelling at a volatile person leads to violence
That's when you jumped in, touch your man and you get mad
You intervened and defended me
One punch, two punch, three punch, slab
Physical altercation resulting in injury
I think I fell in love with you when you threw me in a cab
My affection for you grew when you took care of me
We were drinking at the show
We were having drinks at the event
Where are they now?
Where did they go?
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Brian Klemm
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