Hot Sauce in Kitsap County

by Melanie Beth Curran

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jackbrummet If you like Americana, Bluegrass, and raucous humor, you may just love this album. It is without a doubt the most hyperlocal collection I've heard (check out the track listing), but you will enjoy it no matter where you live, because it translates across the country. Favorite track: A History of Seattle.
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Hot Sauce in Kitsap County is a bunch of songs about life in Kitsap, King and Jefferson counties in Western Washington, America. HS in KC was conceived to shed light on forgotten places, like the Seattle Kingdome, the 305 Park n' Ride and Peterson's Topsoil on Bainbridge Island. The album owes itself to the freakshows and wingnuts that reside in the honky tonk, old time and blue collar communities of Melanie Beth Curran's existence in and around Kitsap.

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released September 30, 2016

Melanie Curran: Words, Vocals, Banjo, Guitar & Piano
Dave Bolt: Fiddle, Mandolin, Stand-up Bass, Snare & Electric Guitar
Jon Pontrello: Pump Organ, Snare & Lead Guitar
Heather Littlefield, Backing Vocals, Lyrics on #6, Guitar & Drum

Juliette Wallace: Album Photography
Melanie Curran: Album Art

Recorded in tape, recording studio and microphone attached to computer in Kitsap, King and Jefferson Counties respectively.

THANKS IS OWED TO MANY
Jon Pontrello: For playing on & mixing songs in actual Seattle Studio
Dave Bolt: For shredding/recording and being my 'cousin'
Heather Littlefield: For making tape into file and perfect harmonies
Charlie Powers: For the tape recorder and mic and fixing my tire
Sierra Ferrell and Joe Fulton: For the CD burner
Matt Carrig: For the not so graphic graphic design
Andrew Dorsett: For teaching me that honky tonk piano thing
Dave Baker: For the use of that one cable
Peterson's Recycling and Garden Mulch Center: I loved you
Gabe Seaver: For the drum brushes
Hilltop Tavern: For nurturing the culture that gave me these songs
Pike Place Market: Teaching me to be loud at singing
Underground Tour: Teaching me how to be a tour guide
Mackenzie Stewart: Helping me find the blank CD's at Walmart
Kevin Curran: Telling me to put Parental Advisory thing on album
Sophie and Hannah: You are the ones

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Melanie Beth Curran Seattle, Washington

Melanie Beth Curran is a old timey honky tonk songwriter from Kitsap County, Washington. Her music centers around moments, memories and memorials to the places and people of her Pacific Northwest home. She sounds like Tom Waits taking bubble bath in the fountain at the Kitsap Mall during 1994 while listening to Emmylou Harris backwards with the night jasmine blooming. ... more

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Track Name: RIP 305 Park and Ride
I remember well, the day you called me,
And told me that the 305 park and ride was gone
That they came in, with the yellow bulldozers
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride from now on

I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge
That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars
There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours

I remember well, the day my brother bought a Trooper
From a man in a minivan with his daughter in tow
And one time I bought a bus, from a Bremerton drummer
Gave me cash for the title, and baby we were good to go

I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge
That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars
There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours

It was just a matter of time, til’ they widened the highway
And turned the park and ride into a big turn lane
So I try to hold my head up, put the past behind me
But I know in my heart this road will never be the same

I remember well the side of the road by the end of the bridge
That’s where the folks would go to sell their cars
There were boats and vans and old sedans from 1986
Tell me where we gonna get another park and ride like ours
Track Name: Peterson's Topsoil
My heart is coated in Peterson’s topsoil
Just the parts that nobody needs
The bugs and the sticks, the rocks and the twigs
And a couple of tumbleweeds

It’s been so long since I sung a lovesong
That I’m not really sure how one goes
All the guys I meet, have boots on their feet
And that’s about the only song I know

I wish I could take you out driving
Down the roads where I grew up
We’d talk all about my landscaping days
In the back of my pickup truck

Then I’d take you down to Peterson’s topsoil
Lay down on some debris
And you wouldn’t mind, spending your time
With a composted heart like me

Let the radio blast out
Let me fall asleep in the mud
Let those flowers grow outta my chest
For somebody to pluck up
Track Name: Old Shoes and Picture Postcards
I’m singing this song, It’s time it was sung
I’ve been putting it off for a while
But it’s harder by now
Cause the truth is so clear
That I cry when I’m seeing you smile

So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore
Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes
I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone

Every time that I tried, to tell you that we’d
Lost the magic we had at the start
I would weep my heart
When I look in your eyes
And search once again for the spark

So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore
Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes
I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone

I can see by your eyes, that its time now to go
So I’ll leave to you cry in the rain
Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed

So goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore
Farewell to the girl, with the sun in her eyes
I’ll kiss you and then I’ll be gone

-TOM WAITS
Track Name: Hot Sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
And they wonder why I never go home

They ain’t got my bottle
They ain’t got my bottle
They ain’t got my bottle
And I ain’t gonna be treated this old way

Some people like their liquor
Some people like their meth
Some people want their hot sauce
More than the reaper wants death

Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
Hot sauce in Kitsap County
And they wonder why I never go home
Track Name: 7th Greatest Dancer in This Bar
7TH GREATEST DANCER IN THIS BAR

You got them opiated junkie good looks
And the money you made last year wasn’t on the books
Big brown eyes, you’ve seen this wild world over
Taught yourself how to hot wire a car
You sleep alone tonight, you are your own true lover
And you’re the seventh greatest dancer in this bar

Big brown boots and your legs are sore from swimmin
Seems like summer came earlier this year
Before you know it, its back up north to do the fishing
I catch you praying to the lord when you come back
She’ll be here

A man is just a man til’ he’s got blisters
Calloused hands and something he can sell
A set of wrenches when its time
To screw something up
And money in the bank when he’s got to run like hell
A little money in the bank when he’s got to run like hell

Opiated
Won’t you call my name
I’ll be there in the stars of Alaska
The one that had this dance when you asked her
The one that you kissed up on the pick up truck
And oh,
A man is just a man
Track Name: Jefferson County Two-Step
Well I got two trucks and a camo cap
My baby by my side and a thirty rack
I’m headed down the road I ain’t lookin back
I’m in Jefferson county again
Jefferson county again

Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans

Stop to get a bit at Chimacum Café
When a pretty little baby Chima-comes my way
Got bad tattoos and a Chevrolet
Gonna dance with you tonight
Gonna dance with you tonight

Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans

Well I got a spotty dog and a case of La Croix
Nobody knows if I’m a girl or a boy
Honky-tonking always brings me joy
Going to the Hilltop tonight
Gonna dance at the Hilltop tonight

Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans

Drinkin a beer in a Naugahyde booth
Singing along to Three chords and the truth
Along comes my baby in the cowboy boots
Gonna dance with you all night
Gonna dance with you all night

Hey Hey Jefferson County
You’re the place to be,
When I die won’t you line my coffin with that Real Tree
Hey Hey, Jefferson County
The place of my dreams
When I die won’t you lay me down in my Wrangler jeans

WRITTEN BY MELANIE CURRAN AND HEATHER LITTLEFIELD
Track Name: The Kingdome Was an Inside Job
KINGDOME WAS AN INSIDE JOB

Well the kingdome was a stadium
On the outskirts of town
One day they imploded it, yeah they brought that mother down

But the Kingdome, it was an inside job
Yeah the kingdome, was an inside job

If you look at the footage from the 1990’s
You’ll see that’s no implosion
That’s a conspiracy

But the Kingdome, it was an inside job
Yeah the kingdome, was an inside job


Yeah they just dug a big hole
And brought the kingdome down
And there’s still guys in there
Just walking around

On the inside, of the dome
They’re on the inside of the dome

Hey TONY! Hey Tony. Now, you’re a working man. Said how much are you willing to pay for a beer and hotdog from a ball park hot dog stand- said two bucks? Maybe three with the beer? Well we still got those prices down here

At the Kingdome
Won’t you come around?
Yeah the kingdome’s still here, it’s just underground.
Track Name: Capitol Hill is Hell
I never seen someone who could go as hard as you
Taking lines of cocaine in the bar bathroom
Singing karaoke beneath the July moon

Don’t you know
You look so funny?
Lying half dead on the floor.
And darling, the way you spend your money,
Nobody knows that you’re poor

Oh Seattle, take good care of your own
Cloak the wicked with virtue
Give your homeless a home

I never seen someone with so many kinds of friends
The boys and the girls and the transients
They like you and you like me
So let’s take another round for the city

Where you know
The rents are getting higher
And you know
You’re plumbing doesn’t work
So come to my place for a shower
Cause you know in here it doesn’t hurt

Oh Seattle, take good care of your own
Cloak the wicked with virtue
Give your homeless a home
Track Name: A History of Seattle
Just watch the movie Streetwise. Thanks bye.