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Stage Door Johnnie
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Drums: Roger Friend Fender Bass: Marty Buttwinick Alto Sax: Andy Suzuki Female Vocals: Linda Harmon
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Former Elektra/Asylum solo artist James Sinclair degreed at the New England Conservatory of Music before embarking on a career that included major label deals,
Former Elektra/Asylum solo artist James Sinclair has left a two decade trail of sophisticated pop music in his wake. The singer/songwriter degreed at the New England Conservatory of Music before embarking on a career that included major label deals, L.A. session gigs and tons of studio production. This is James' first album since the Elektra days and is a true labor of love. Self-produced over a three year period and featuring some of L.A.'s finest sidemen, you'll hear a rare level of maturity that relates to the music of Steely Dan, Sting and Al Jarreau. If you appreciate jazz influences, classic rock and great vocals, this one's for you!
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Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #297
Peak in subgenre #121
Author
James Sinclair
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Jemvox Songs
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October 27, 2005
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Sixteen weeks on the chorus line All singin’, all dancin’, ain’t they all so fine Those sequined tights, those marquee lights Standin’ outside, back alley, each night He shaves, he primps he structs in the mirror Pocket watch chimes it’s time, let’s go Black hat, black gloves, camel hair topcoat She don’t appreciate waitin’ after each night’s show CHORUS By day he’s a big shot on the pond Be night he’s a fool for a platinum blonde He’s a stage door Johnny, He can make or break you where you stand When she winks his way, putty in her hands He’s a stage door Johnnie, Lookit that daddy’s gone… Cigarette smoke fills the chill night air Her frame in the door curls his snow-white hait Extends her hand, so fine, so chic Leans in and plants one on his cheek Now into the cab to the caberet For the champagne toasts to the Great White Way Black velvet jewel box on her plate Backs off his embrace with another headache Now the skinny comin down is the show’s about to close Do this Grable’s hipped herself to the choice Between a bench at the temp agency, or freein’ this drip Of the considerable stash in his left trouser pocket… She sidles up, whispers something oh, so sweet And melts him, right there in his tracks. Having blown his wig, he’s in spaceland, Meditating on the sheer power of his… Animal magnetism…
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