Doughty's sound is that of muted acoustic guitar rhythms and nasally vocals with impeccable melodies. His lyrics are unique, and he can be described as a master wordsmith. He turned to a new direction for his 2008 album, Golden Delicious. Instead of an acoustic gritty sound, he began using things like electric guitars, stronger vocal backgrounds and even a cello.
Doughty's album, Yes and Also Yes, was released in August 2011. In January 2012, The Book of Drugs, Doughty's memoir about his "ugly, drug-doing years", was published by Da Capo Press. In 2012 Doughty recorded a version of "Take Me Home, Country Roads" for a fund-raising cd titled "Super Hits Of The Seventies" for radio station WFMU. Doughty's album, The Question Jar Show, was released in late January 2012. It is a two disc set containing highlights from his Question Jar tour.
Discography:
Skittish LP (recorded 1996; released 2000)
Smofe + Smang: Live in Minneapolis LP (2002)
Rockity Roll EP (2003)
Skittish / Rockity Roll double LP (2004): A two disc re-release which includes the out-of-print Skittish, the Rockity Roll EP, and five bonus tracks.
Haughty Melodic LP (2005): Doughty's first full-band album, released on May 3, 2005.
The Gambler EP (2005): Six song EP. Title track is a cover of the Kenny Rogers hit.
Golden Delicious (2008)
Sad Man Happy Man (2009)
Yes and Also Yes (2011)
The Question Jar Show (2012)
The Lo-Fi Lodge (2012)
The Flip Is Another Honey (2012)
Official website: www.mikedoughty.com
Tremendous Brunettes
Mike Doughty Lyrics
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Slow down, don't fuck with my high
I want to be left alone here with my monsters, and
Say, now it's time to ride
To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them
Praise now the baby geniusShe skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree
While she snaps on her gum
Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me
All of your ill-gotten gains
That you have whipped up to a rich foamy lather, girl;
Nameless gnaw of my pains
Like 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune.
The lyrics of Mike Doughty's song Tremendous Brunettes evoke a sense of wanting to be left alone with one's own demons, away from the distractions of the world. The line "All them tremendous brunettes around" seems to be a sarcastic reference to the temptation of beautiful women that the singer is trying to avoid. He warns others, "Slow down, don't fuck with my high," indicating that he wants to be left alone with his own thoughts and struggles. The line "Say, now it's time to ride, to see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them," suggests that the singer is acknowledging the existence of these temptations but choosing not to act on them.
The song also alludes to the idea of pain and suffering, with the line "Nameless gnaw of my pains, like 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune." This could be interpreted as the singer feeling overwhelmed by his struggles, with the "300 trumpets" symbolizing the multitude of problems he faces, and the one out of tune representing the one issue that is particularly difficult to deal with.
Line by Line Meaning
All them tremendous brunettes around.
There are many attractive brunettes in the vicinity.
Slow down, don't fuck with my high
Take it easy and don't ruin my buzz.
I want to be left alone here with my monsters, and
I desire solitude to cope with my inner demons.
Say, now it's time to ride
Let's take a trip.
To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them
To meet beautiful women without any intention of seducing them.
Praise now the baby genius
Celebrate the intelligence of a young person.
She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree
She joyfully plays under a tree that bears bitter fruit.
While she snaps on her gum
She chews gum loudly.
Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me
She reveals her bright teeth with an alluring smile.
All of your ill-gotten gains
All of the material possessions that you didn't rightfully earn.
That you have whipped up to a rich foamy lather, girl;
That you have amassed and display ostentatiously, my dear.
Nameless gnaw of my pains
Unidentifiable source of my inner suffering.
Like 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune.
A sound that is mostly harmonious, but with one noticeable discordant note.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: DAN WILSON, MIKE DOUGHTY
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