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BIO

The Esther Caulfield Orchestra is a band. It was founded in Dayton, Ohio in 1987. It has been described as Psychedelic. It's good for grown-ups and children alike.

CURRENT LINEUP

Pastor M. Ross Perkins: Voice, Instruments, Songs

Andrew Gabbard: Bass

Noah Wotherspoon: Guitar

Joseph Sebaali: Drums

Bob Cesare: Engineer, Guru

NEWS

News

Cheerio! is getting close

Our latest album, Cheerio! , will be available right after we finish this cigarette. Visit the ALBUMS page to hear a sneaky leaked track, called The Butterscotch Review.

Whiskey Breakfast Gets New Host

We're sorrry to those who experienced issues downloading Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast recently. Our host went down, but now we have a new one. While we were at it, we went ahead and made tweaked the mixes on a couple of songs. Nothing major, but we think it sounds just a little better now.

Yet Another Lineup

The Orchestra has undergone another roster shift. Noah Wotherspoon, thought by some to have studied under secret monks, has joined the ranks. He will be providing second guitar. The magnificent Zach Gabbard has been inducted into Esther Caulfield's National Orchestra Hall of Fame, with full honors and a lifetime membership subsription plan of love.

New Streaming Feature

We've added the ability for you to stream Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast in its entirety. Just go to the ALBUMS page and click LISTEN.

In Person

Since its inception, The Orchestra has operated with emphasis on recorded material. Now, however, we're excited to bring our songs to you in person, performed by a band of talented youngsters. Yes, you can expect to see some of the hottest teen musicians in the nation arriving at your front door very soon! For your convenience, The Orchestra will be comprised of M. Ross Perkins, Joseph Sebaali, Andrew Gabbard, and Noah Wotherspoon.

SHOWS

Upcoming Dates

M Ross Perkins SOLO Shows:

MARCH 2nd Omega Music Dayton, Ohio FREE 8PM

MARCH 21st Ohio Coffee Co. Dayton, Ohio FREE 8PM

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Click on KEN'S COMPACT DISC to hear unreleased demos, sneak previews, and other neat products.

Funeral For A Satellite (Demo)

Good Day Mantra (Demo)

Octopus (Pre-GMWB Demo)

Country Commercial

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NPR Interview (2008)

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Lyrics and Notes

Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast

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Album Information

10 Tracks, Approx. 41 Min

Recorded between October, 2007 and August, 2008 at 'Stache Studios and Mike Clark's Psychedelic Basement in Dayton, Ohio. Released on August 11th, 2008.

This record is available under a Creative Commons license. Some rights reserved. Unauthorized non-commercial distribution of this record is strictly encouraged.

This stereo recording is still playable on mono equipment but will reveal full, awe-inspiring stereo sound when played on modern stereo units. Ask your local retailer for more information on state-of-the-art stereo phonograph technology.

'Stache-O-Matic Records™ 2008

Credits

All songs written and arranged by Michael Perkins.

Album produced and engineered by Michael Perkins.

1.) Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano)

2.) Industrial Good Day Mantra

Joseph Sebaali: (Drums)

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Piano, Soft Mellotron)

3.) Staring in the Mirror (At My Father's Eyes)

Andrew Gabbard: (Lead Guitar)

Gary Stevens: (Banjo, Mandolin)

Joseph Sebaali: (Drums)

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Piano, Harmonica)

4.) Clovers are Communicating!

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar)

5.) Sarah, Surname Tonin

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Synth, Piano, Percussion)

6.) The 'Ole Grand Illusion

Andrew Gabbard: (Lead Guitar)

Joseph Sebaali: (Drums)

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass)

7.) There It Goes Again

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Harmonica, Percussion)

8.) Asked My Neighbor

Joseph Sebaali: (Percussion)

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass)

9.) Funeral for a Satellite

Andrew Gabbard: (Lead Guitar, Hidden Vocals)

Joseph Sebaali: (Drums, Hidden Vocals)

Michael Perkins: (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Soft Minimoog, Organ)

10.) Office Party / Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast

Joseph Sebaali: (Drums)

Michael Perkins (Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Keys, Percussion)

Special Thanks

"This record is gratefully dedicated to my father for making decisions that gave me a perspective on existence, made me who I am, and inspired the Whiskey Breakfast concept. Let this record serve as proof that your tears were not shed in vain.

In meh-mory of Kyle Vance.

I would like to thank my Mother and the lovely Brittany for providing me with the will and the means to pursue my artistic ambitions and for always accepting everything I create as legitimate and valuable. Thanks to Carly for being my first bandmate and to Stacy, Mandy, Dylan, Madison, and Keegan.

Extra special thanks to Joey Sebaali, Charlie Parker, and Mike Clark, whose patience, generosity, and selflessness played an integral role in the creation of this record.

Thanks to Buffalo Killers for their support and quality reeds. Thanks to Gary for a beautiful instrument and for his fine country-bution to this record. Thanks to Shaun for inspiring the illusion (or lack thereof). Thanks also to Daniel Winters and James Daniel for being the type of friends my mother can count on to look after me."

-Michael Perkins

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Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast

Good morning, whiskey breakfast

Did you sleep well last night?

Is every sound really so durn loud

And are the lights really all so bright?

So long as you'll be waiting here

I know I'll be alright

So good morning, whiskey breakfast,

Goodnight.

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Industrial Good Day Mantra

Have a good day

Have a very good day.

Once again I wake to a

Eerily familiar scene.

Have a good day

Have a very good day.

All around the rail a rocky bottom

Readily rests to catch me in its wing.

Get 'ya out of bed

Gotta get 'ya out of bed.

Surely there is nothing that's preventing you

From behaving like a normal human being.

Just make it out the door

I'm certain you can make it out the door

Right foot, left foot

That's right

Good boy

Don't be late.

All around the rail a raging river

Rests to rectify the realness

Of the reason

Le raison d'être

For caution'ry restrictions

Like the rail in the first place.

Jesus in the first place.

Have a shooting star

Have a makey wish star.

Tell your secrets to a cast iron

Cagey window.

Take a little pill

A shiny little miracle

You're pre-approved

By eleven board-certified magicians

I mean physicians.

So, I guess that makes me

My country's fastest growing industry

And what a thing to be

What a noble thing to be.

And so, for me

Waking up

Means coming

Down down down

Down down down

They say it ain't

Over till the fat lady sings.

None of this is over till the

Rigor mortis sets in

And you're in the ground.

Everybody sees me

Everybody hears me

Everybody knows something about me

That I'm not aware of yet

Till they point it out.

And it's facts like these

Facts like these

That keep me

Down down down

Down down down.

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Staring in the Mirror (At My Father's Eyes)

Well it's plain to see my younger days

Are passing me

With every year that madly

Speeds on by

The way things lose their meaning

How it tortures me

And nothing can be done to

Stop the ride

Just as you start climbing

Oh!

It knocks 'ya down

It punches out your lights

And steals your car

And as soon as it gets better

'Ya get the nasty weather

That blackens out the sun

And the evening stars

And the air it just grows colder

And I just keep getting older

There's no cheap toupee to act as

My disguise

What little hope I'm finding

Can't hold up to what's reminding

I'm staring in the mirror

At my father's eyes

Well I had my plans and visions

Of a future life

The spoils of achievement mine

And prized

Like a glacier I would reconsile

My grievances in single file

And rest my bones on linens

Clean and white

But it's funny how those visions

They just fade away

When money, jobs, and troubles

Dim the light

And one by one they disappear

Like the spots on your shirt

From the baby's tears

And you grow content

With putting them aside

And the air it just grows colder

And I just keep getting older

There's no cheap toupee to act as

My disguise

What little hope I'm finding

Can't hold up to what's reminding

I'm staring in the mirror

At my father's eyes

Well I'm staring in the mirror

At my father's eyes

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Clovers are Communicating!

Oh dear god

The clovers are communicating!

The clovers are communicating!

All the sudden

All the sudden, now

I wonder what they talk about

On the fabulous network underground

Mmmm hmmm

Uh-oh!

Dear god!

Oh dear god

Here comes a catterpillar!

Here comes a big 'ole catterpillar!

All the sudden

All the sudden, now

Battlestations! Not a drill!

Drop your socks and

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Mmmm Hmmm

Uh-Oh!

Dear god!

I know it's fascinating

But am I the only one

Who also finds it terrifying?

I thought that something or someone

Kept this sort of thing from happening

Again

Oh dear god

You hear the shoes a'comin?

The shoes are definitely coming

Lost all hope

Lost all hope, now

Sure was nice just talkin' to 'ya

Please 'n thank you

Hallelujah!

Huh

I know

Dear god.

Uh-Huh

I know

Dear god.

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Sarah, Surname Tonin

I wanna tie

A little ribbon

Around her

Attach it to

My belt loop.

Keep her in my pocket

With my key ring

And my moneys

Get her out

Whenever I need her.

Sweetheart, Sarah

Surname Tonin.

I believe

Her hands possess me.

And I'd turn her loose

In a heartbeat, honey.

If I thought I could ever

Do without her.

Seems to me

Ain't she free?

And doesn't everybody

Have her

On their minds

All the time?

Well it sickens me

All the revelry.

It's a heinous

Brutal, fatal

Victimless crime

Sweetheart, Sarah

Surname Tonin

I've seen her

So abundant

In the lives of

People less deserving

Of her attention

So why, why, am I

The one who's without her?

I'm gonna tie

A little ribbon

Around me.

Attach it to

A high enough ceiling.

Say goodnight to Sarah

For the last time, ever

And then at last

I'll no longer need her.

Oh, and then at last I'll no longer need her

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The 'Ole Grand Illusion

People might be trying to get near you

All three of your fathers couldn't hear you

The first 'cause he was selfish

The second couldn't help it

And the third turns out was always nonexistent

And how must that make you feel?

How's that make you feel, my friend?

And a good healthy stare

Shows em all that you don't care

God forbid you might look scared

No shame my friend

No shame my friend

No shame my friend

No shame my friend

Darlin' you were always such a sweetheart

Always more than willing to sit down and play your part

Got yourself a man now

A gun, a badge, a plan now

And your mother thinks he's cute

So what the hell, now?

You're just a fixture in

His locker at the station, friend.

And what I can't understand

Is how such a gentle hand

Could ever hold that of a man

Like him, my friend

Like him, my friend

Like him, my friend

Like him, my friend

No way of knowin' but I'll surely take a guess

I heard a voice crying out

Tellin' me to confess.

Speculate as I may on why you are the way you are

You sure don't bother me a bit

I know that you are made of stars.

There is an illusion

That I found underground

Dug it up and broke it down

And as it turns out

All these songs that I've been playin'

Still ain't sayin' what I'm sayin'

Like a painter with a crayon

I'm downtrodden, I've been stayin'

In my bedroom night and day-in.

Over my own shoulder, man

This line could be bolder, man

Every minute older, man

Every minute colder, than.

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There It Goes Again

Now-now-now I don't believe it

I found you again.

Look to you hoo-hoo-hoo!

Everything is made of little

pieces of the same ole puzzle.

Keeping in the spirit of the magic that made me

Baby,

I can see it like a million colors.

There-there-there-there it goes again

The brain

Feels like a

Hummingbird in a hurricane.

It was here

And now it's there

And it's everywhere.

And I think you know what I mean

You know, you know, you know,

I think you know.

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I Asked My Neighbor

When I asked my neighbor

What is a camera?

He said a thing for making a picture.

When I asked my neighbor

What is a telephone?

He said a thing for talking to another.

When I asked my neighbor

How does a flower grow?

He said "A'Very complicated"

When I asked my neighbor

Where did it come from?

He said "I'm certain that it twas created!"

I said alright

I guess that makes sense if ya make it

Make sense.

I just said Alright

Then he said something that caused a feeling

In my chest.

Deep down around down towards the bottom of my soul

Down there.

He told me he rests easy knowing something's on his side

And that I

Ought to be as confident as he

So, I asked my neighbor

Who made the lot of it?

He said a merrily magical monster.

Then I asked my neighbor

Why can't we see him?

He said it was due to in-vis-ibility.

I asked my neighbor

How did you find this?

Awwwww He said a credible relative told me.

And when I asked to see some of my neighbor's evidence

He said he didn't want to give me his two cents.

I said alright

I guess that makes sense if ya make it

Make sense.

I just said alright.

The little whispers shouting curse words

From in his chest.

Deep down around down towards the bottom of his soul

Down there

Me, with my eyes staring upward

At what looked to be a burning ember

I began

I began to wonder...

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Funeral for a Satellite

Satellite circle

A steady moving hand

Round and round

Like a minute hand

Around

Just like the minute hand.

Little orbit optical

See it through my telescope

I wonder what they call you

Osumi, the Rohini

Come down through the atmosphere

Arrive upon the ocean

Spill the water

Make the water splash

And sink until the bottom.

Your presence was unjustified

Your maker meets no maker

It's a consequence to stardom

Stars are very far away.

Far away.

Far away.

Water cemetery

For a

Big metal box

Wings wet, circuits making

No connection.

The water

Deep blue water

The satellite is sleeping

In the water

Deep blue water

Cozy little bed of sand.

I am happy to be seeing you

Neglecting all your duties.

Taking rest

Taking melatonin

Sleeping in the water.

Satellite sleeping.

Satellite sleeping in.

(There exists a separation

I declare a separation

Recognize the separation

Inconvenient separation)

Satellite sleeping.

Many money wasted

Very unhappy

Wealthy people

Crying

All the wealthy people.

Funeral is shiny new

Fluorescent light and

Polished shoes

Bag pipes playing modem noise.

Eulogy is robot voice.

Stars don't really blink that much

When seen through someone's telescope

They sure don't move like a minute hand

Stars move like the eon hand.

Far away.

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Office Party / Whiskey Breakfast

This office party is

very lovely

You're having a good time

This could be something

You might like to do

In the future, it's true

You were first to point out

That the carpet looks new.

So congratulations

You stellar performer

Your posture's improving

Your smile looks warmer

And you're growing up now

It's perfectly healthy

This is what happens

Before you get wealthy

And soon

You'll get your break very soon.

This feels so cozy

Your pillows and blankets

Your nice nightly fabric

Secure in your wages

And you could be envied

By scores of your colleagues

By hook or by crook

Or by throwing great parties

And all seems so well

In your cube, in your cell

You are scaling the ladder

You're ringing the bell

But I feel I should

Just consider

Hypothetically

Maybe I was born

To be risen

High above like the water below

Returns

To the clouds

And then back to the sea

Oh, I could...

(L: Take another road

R: Take a little pill)

Oh, I could...

(L: Have another way

R: Have another drink.)

Oh, I could...

(L: Find a better answer

R: Find a lesser question.)

Oh, I could

(L: Open up a door

R: See the wall of fame.)

I could...

Well I could drink a vial of color

From old Steven's pantry shelf

Demonstrate the right of rhythm

To paint pictures for itself

I could open up my skull

And let my Kennedy pour out

Onto a clean white page whose lines

Are begging me to fill them out.

I could face the days I felt the lashing eyes were whips of twigs

When I sought validity in the weakness

Of a dozen other kids.

I could watch a world collapse

Into itself and further still

To make a hole to fit the scoundrels

In their houses on the hill.

I could see myself

Again

Mirror in the sky

To see myself in

An ordinary guy

And a butterfly.

And I may wind up a homeless mess

Beat down by years of chronic stress

But if I can't be saved and a God does create

Then it seems to me that I've sealed my fate

But I see

Now I see

Now I finally see

Oh dear god!

It was me

This whole time

It was me

I was born when a star

Shed it's light on my face

And for the first time I felt

I was floating in space.

It's true that it's pretty

It's true that it's mean

But these things that exist

Are just the things that I've seen.

I've defined in my mind

That nothin' is worse

Than a missile, a steeple

A hand in a purse.

So good morning

Whiskey breakfast

Prozac pillow...Magic method

Thorny bouquet.

As it turns out

I'm the answer:

The beginning

And the end

Either way.

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Good Morning, Whiskey Breakfast

Good Morning Whiskey Breakfast

Industrial Good Day Mantra

Staring in the Mirror

Clovers Are Communicating

Sarah Surname Tonin

The Ole' Grand Illusion

There It Goes Again

I Asked My Neighbor

Funeral For A Satellite

Office Party

Good Morning Whiskey Breakfast

Industrial Good Day Mantra

Staring in the Mirror

Clovers Are Communicating

Sarah Surname Tonin

The Ole' Grand Illusion

There It Goes Again

I Asked My Neighbor

Funeral For A Satellite

Office Party

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