Calista Carradine Celebrates the Life and Death of her father: David Carradine with a mysterious musical tribute
Hi Y’all I’ve just completed a new album w/ my new band The Hollywood Royals where I’ve teamed up w/Detroit Blues musician Solomon King to express my goodbyes to my father (a similar cat) David Carradine. His life, family, career and
Calista Carradine Celebrates the Life and Death of her father: David Carradine with a mysterious musical tribute
Hi Y’all I’ve just completed a new album w/ my new band The Hollywood Royals where I’ve teamed up w/Detroit Blues musician Solomon King to express my goodbyes to my father (a similar cat) David Carradine. His life, family, career and death were all outside the box and through mourning w/ his ghost I have come to enjoy a sense of humor and pride in all of it as he would. In this music I carry on his style and continue to hear his same critiques now repeated to me by my producer Solomon. The only difference is now I listen. “Nothing going on” is the story of Christmas at the Carradine’s. it is my musical remembrance about life with dad’s newly deceased ex wife (my former nemesis) who I remember fondly for her colorful nature, ample abilities and memorable moments which ranged from evil misery to hysterical feats of courage. My father did enjoy walking on the edge w/ this woman and this song gives them both a spirited kiss goodbye. It touches on the fact that the unusual was always usual with us. It also speaks of the underling currents that we try to hide or ignore because clearly something is going on. There is alcoholism, violent tempers and a horse in the house. There are guns everywhere in case someone tries to assassinate my father. I don’t know what got that idea in his head. My guesses are JFK, John Lennon, Bruce Lee or Brandon Lee . There is an argument that gets the whip and the crystal entangled over the power of a negative thought, dinosaur island is being filmed in the back yard I am jealous of his wife and he is looking forward to seeing his ex wife, my brothers deadly snake has escaped and we are a big family having a memorably good time. “Lookin For You”. This is basically a reverse Oedipus complex. My father and I were separated in a divorce between two coasts and came together during the psychedelic craze of the 70s. We were all very confused about our place in the family, on earth and in the universe. When he was taken from us last June he came to my room on a nightly basis and we discussed our confused longing for each other which we weren’t sure how and where it was allowed and what we could do about it. Being that the women he married were younger and didn’t see me as a child but a woman and so did he - the ultimate woman, the female version of himself. We tried to fill the void that grew between us. The only time we had any understanding of our relationship was when we were working together on set or in the studio. The rest of the time we were trying to please the world or the people closest to us at the time. We lost many an ordained moment to the jealous and possessive sands of time. See a father daughter relationship is eternal and it doesn’t stop when you take it away. “Demons in the night” is a song that tells how it felt at night when my father would come to my room, pull my heart to the ceiling and squeeze all the blood from it as he screamed at me w/ points of view I didn’t want to look at. I felt like I was having a heart attack. The grip on my heart, my core was so tight and freighting. The neighbors could hear me scream out I can’t take it anymore and make it stop. Each point he would sear into my eyes until I saw his point of view and when I could glean a glimpse of enlightenment or peace I was released back to my slumber only to be awakened again for another bone to pick. We fought, we cried, we talked we argued and we screamed much like in life but at a fever pitch. It was almost too much to bear. “Suicide” is a look at the possibility if that were true. I saw my father die of natural causes and then suicide and then auto erotica, then murder and I also reserve the belief that in some way he is not dead. I think they all occurred at the same time in the middle of a bad dream that came to life. It was a mysterious and famous death. It was shocking and heartbreaking and impossible to sort out. And I think he would have wanted it that way. No one else did though. Now I am, also, following other pebbles that my father left on the ground for me. I am back into acting playing The Original Bad Girl of Rock; Ronnie Spector in the soon to be released sordid, dark comedy “Be MY Baby”. This is the tell all feature film about the night of the Phil Spector murder. It is staring my guitarist and co writer Solomon King. The irony and similarities are not lost on me. I find life to be exceedingly synchronistic and quite clearly… There are no accidents
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