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My Year In The Jazz District

by Dustin Decker / Maslow's Basement

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Lyrics: “More of the blood letting, drop a pint and see if I can get closer to what’s inside of me; moved on from the struggle and begging, a steady job and life becomes so easy, But then I’m still me… And as I contemplate the total cost of entry, will I be losing my edge and laying off all my sentries; Have I taken the easy way out, a vacation from, easy access to all my doubt? Or does the simple life just make it harder, does all this newfound comfort take me farther; from the one, the four and the five, from those three chords and the truth, that make me feel so alive.” Copyright 2016 Maslow’s Basement
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Lyrics: He said it's this time of day, when He could see the end; no obligations or preparations, no friends. Just like the grasshopper and the ant, the tortoise and the hare; living in the land of plenty, and no one wants to share. and as the temperature's dropping, His thoughts turn to heading South; with His thumb in the air, living hand to mouth. and it's a lonely stretch of highway, filled with high dollar cars; but as the sun goes down they all pass Him by, leaving Him alone with His thoughts, and these stars... these stars…
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Lyrics: "You'll be seventeen years old in the morning, feels like I'm two thousand miles away; and now a short nine mile drive across that state line, could put me face to face with you... ... but what's your mother, what's your mother gonna do? And I'm sorry Dizz-knee-land never happened, I made so many plans that fell right through; & those decisions in hindsight's light now haunt me, all of them took me further from you.... ... but what's a homeless Daddy supposed to do? You'll be seventeen years old in the morning... Feels like I'm two thousand miles away!!!"
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Campbell 04:30
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6 Add Nine 05:17
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Can you see my face in the cold moonlight, My uncle flew me 'round the world tonight and I'm a long, long way... from my home. Used to sleep indoors, blankets, pillows and clothes, on nights like this I can't feel my toes and I'm a long, long way... from my home. I took my first hard tour in Afghanistan, so I could come home and feel like a man - but nobody told me things were gonna get so outta hand. How in the world did it come down to this - traded my soul for the devil's kiss. Recruiter told me everything would be just fine, 44 and strung out and standing in line, again. & can you see my face in the cold moonlight, my uncle brought me back to the world tonight, have I come this far to have no home? Wake up screaming and sweating now somethin' ain't right - I'm sleeping on the side of the road tonight. Have i come this far - to have no home? (C)opyright Dustin Decker / Maslow's Basement
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Movin' 05:09
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Deja Rain 04:38
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“When I was lonely, drowning in the sea, you came to me. When I thought that all was lost, I’d never love again, you made me see. & through the sleepless nights I could see your face, out on the horizon, bathed in moonlight and shining like a star, and I am not afraid to say that I love you.. … and I’m in love with myself, for the first time in my life, … and I make peace with myself in the darkness, and then I step into the light… … Lord I make peace with myself in the darkness, and then I step into that light...” (C)opyright Dustin Decker / Maslow's Basement
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WhoDoShimmer 04:12
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This album chronicles the year I've spent living directly across the street from the Mutual Musician's Foundation in the heart of Kansas City's Jazz District. It's a bit of a misnomer really; I'm not a Jazz Guitarists by any stretch of the imagination. All the same, I've met and played with a number of ridiculously talented musicians in our small but surviving open mic scene in the clubs of Kansas City.

This past year have seen me advance from a meager homeless existence in Los Angeles, huddled around my janky iPad with the Yamaha FG700S trying to squeeze out a song, to sitting in my full sized home studio in Kansas City complete with isolation closet, Orange AD30 tube amplifier head, and no less than SEVEN guitars to choose from! I've been blessed beyond measure, even getting my hands on a coveted Paul Trombetta Designs "Bone Machine" to massage exquisite tones from the electric guitar.

Recorded during my year living in the Jazz District of Kansas City at "Maslow's Hideout". (My Home Studio)

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released December 15, 2016

Dustin Decker:
EZDrummerII tracks, percussion
Bass Guitar and MIDI Bass
All acoustic and electric guitars,
All Vocals

Recorded and mixed entirely at "Maslow's Hideout" in the heart of the Kansas City Jazz District. Engineered and mixed by Dustin Decker, final mastering performed by landr.com.

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Maslow's Basement Kansas City, Missouri

Maslow's Basement is a musical project originally formed in Los Angeles California, now seeking collaborators in Kansas City. Project music is most often lyrically inspired by several notions related to Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs - and describe the personal journeys and processes involved in escaping from the lower levels and climbing out of the basement. ... more

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