In early 2018, I conjured a riff with addiction. This guitar riff had a threatening power when it was played at a slow tempo, one that also had a tendency to be played around and around. This shit doesn’t get dizzy. This is where I started Taste My Charm. In Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel ceiling, God reaches out to Adam with his finger. This was my damn riff, without the rest of the painting. I painted it though.
Taste My Charm is a message to a certain someone who deserved to hear it. Its a fuck you. Its a fuck you before walking away from people who you can’t be arsed with any more. It’s me whipping up some sort of neo-punk influenced by Nick Cave and Nina Simone. It's my Black Drip Society. All writing, recording and performance was carried out by San Vito for this track, except for backing vocals which were performed by Teresa Testa.
I have taken the song around different moments of glory to get it to the standard to be ready to record in the studio. I am now looking to work with my producer - Josh Batterley - in Sheffield to complete, finalise and solidify its material existence. It's this recording session that I’m looking for, to create the version of this song that will be concrete forevermore. I’m hoping to raise some money to record this song, as well as a few others, to record a live experience. I’ll need about a grand.
I am asking around for small donations to help me get to the point of recording, and, in exchange, I will share with you the journey I am taking to completing my work. I currently work two jobs so that I can fund my work but sometimes it just doesn’t cut it. If you are able to donate I will be extremely grateful and I will never forget any donation; no matter how small. I hope you can enjoy the process I am taking with me. Welcome to the Black Drip Society.
All my love
San Vito Ryder x
Lyrics:
Taste my charm
Strip on my heart
There’s a message on the table
My sweetheart angel
Tie me to your palms
Ha Ha, Taste My Charm
I can’t see through the stars
The winged seraphs from heaven are looking past
And now the moments past
There’s a message on the table
A flower sighs “bootleg serenade”
Taste my charm
It's just you and me now
And a flower sighs above our heads
And a flower cries “Ha, it's our bootleg”
There’s a message on the table
My sweetheart angel
Taste my charm
I can’t see through the eyes of a soldier
I can’t see through the mind
I can’t see through the eyes of a soldier
A flower sighs “bootleg serenade”
A flower sighs “bootleg serenade”
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