Epic Road Trip Tales - v59 - Wives' - Wollersheim Summers
[A highly rhythmic, angular, and catchy New Wave anthem with a driving, disco-punk groove. The music features a prominent, nasty cool bassline that dictates the funky rhythm, giving the track a sophisticated pop sensibility. Guitars deliver sharp, angular, clean riffs, and the drums are tight, dry, and danceable, setting a witty, conversational tone. The haunting, dark-toned flute melody is integrated as a sharp, synthesized lead line, providing a clever counter-melody that captures the celebration of independence and "empty nesting" in Central Wisconsin.] - Wollersheim Vineyard Touring
Epic Road Trip Tales - v59 - Wives' - Wollersheim Summers
[A highly rhythmic, angular, and catchy New Wave anthem with a driving, disco-punk groove. The music features a prominent, nasty cool bassline that dictates the funky rhythm, giving the track a sophisticated pop sensibility. Guitars deliver sharp, angular, clean riffs, and the drums are tight, dry, and danceable, setting a witty, conversational tone. The haunting, dark-toned flute melody is integrated as a sharp, synthesized lead line, providing a clever counter-melody that captures the celebration of independence and "empty nesting" in Central Wisconsin.] - Wollersheim Vineyard Touring
Lyrics
The song kicks off with an immediate, driving New Wave rhythm. The nasty cool bassline is fast, sharp, and funky, carrying the main groove. The electric guitar plays tight, angular, clean riffs, sounding highly rhythmic and slightly detached. Drums are crisp, dry, and danceable.
(Verse 1)
Lead female vocals enter, confident, conversational, and coolly rhythmic
The Harleys vanished quickly, two straight summers gone
A roar of loud excuses, before the break of dawn
We waved them off in leather, with tears we had to fake
Then poured the first glass quickly, for freedom’s precious sake.
The house went silent suddenly, the dust began to clear
The epic road trip started, ours started right in here!
The nasty cool bassline walks a complex, funky line
No more grease stains on the counter, no exhaust fumes in the air
We cancelled all the worries, and banished every care
The maps were on the kitchen table, but we left them to the dust
We knew our own itinerary, based strictly on trust.
(Chorus)
The tempo surges, becoming incredibly catchy and pop-driven. The vocals are strong and harmonic.
Oh, Wollersheim Wine is flowin', the spa day is booked solid!
We swapped the broken engines, for something more valid!
They called it North America, we called it Empty Nest!
Their stories might be epic, but our summer was the best!
The flute plays a sharp, synthesized, ecstatic riff
(Verse 2)
The rhythm remains tight and groovy. The vocals are dry and witty, narrating the activities.
We found a better rhythm, away from the Big Twelve
No need to watch the weather, no holes for us to delve
We hit the boutiques early, for things they wouldn't notice
We learned new kinds of dancing, where the only thing that's focused
Is the good, clean conversation, the laughter and the ease
While they were fighting hurricanes, and battling the breeze
We drove the winding backroads, to the Winery and Vineyard
Our own kind of adventure, where the sun was never hindered.
The nasty cool bassline is front and center, pushing the groove
The pizza's gettin' cold now, who cares about the time?
We're masters of the kitchen, masters of the prime!
(Bridge)
The music breaks down to a sparse, tense rhythm. The drums are just hi-hat and snare. The electric guitar hits sharp, angular stabs. The haunting flute melody plays a fast, sharp, synthesized, and slightly manic solo, reflecting the wry amusement and confidence.
They came back with their stories, of mountains and of gold
We listened with a patience, we'd learned as we grew old
They told us of the breakdown, the cold and all the fear
We just smiled and topped our glasses, saying, "Who knew we'd be missed? dear!
The bikes are in the garage now, but the key is still in hand
We conquered Central Wisconsin, the greatest, warmest land!
(Guitar Solo)
A sharp, angular, and rhythmic guitar solo. It's built on a funky groove, using simple, catchy melodic fragments and clean, punchy tones, more suitable for a Blondie track than a metal one, full of confident swagger.
(Chorus)
The band returns with a final, overwhelming, danceable surge.
Oh, Wollersheim Wine is flowin', the spa day is booked solid!
We swapped the broken engines, for something more valid!
They called it North America, we called it Empty Nest!
Their stories might be epic, but our summer was the best!
(Outro)
The music continues the catchy groove, fading slowly with the nasty cool bassline taking the final lead, punctuated by sharp electric guitar stabs and a final, confident laugh.
[A voice, amused and cool] Time to book next summer's spa trip.
The music and sounds fade completely to black.
Musical Soundscape Prompt:
[A highly rhythmic, angular, and catchy New Wave anthem with a driving, disco-punk groove, synthesizing the wry wit of Talking Heads and the pop confidence of Blondie. The music features a prominent, nasty cool bassline that dictates the funky rhythm. Guitars deliver sharp, angular, clean riffs, and the drums are tight, dry, and danceable. The haunting, dark-toned flute melody is integrated as a sharp, synthesized lead line, providing a witty, sophisticated counter-melody that captures the celebration of "empty nesting" independence in Central Wisconsin.] - Wollersheim Vineyard Touring for the Ladies