Let's Do This Thing

by Kerry Pastine and the Crime Scene

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At a night spot, the record changer in the living room, the radio station, on a portable phonograph at the beach – wherever popular recordings are played – you’ll find Kerry Pastine and the Crime Scene. Anywhere the audience appreciates a lusty, swingin’ approach this group of musicians will be there to deliver it in spades. With their new album, aptly titled “Let’s Do This Thing,” they have stripped away the sham of trivial gimmickry and given a salute to the music of the day. With its uplifts and down-drafted recollections, this album is immaculately conceived and expertly executed. One cannot fully appreciate the music, however, without understanding the musicians behind it, for the magic in this band is in the sum of its parts.

The story begins with the beguiling Kerry Pastine, leader, neigh, mistress of this group. To say that Kerry is “really something” is more than a wolf-whistle observation. Her voice gently scratches your back, filling you with erotic imaginings. She saunters across the stage with a wink in her walk. Few artists are capable of hypnotizing a sophisticated night club audience. The chatter of table companions and the clinking of glasses are inevitable in such a venue. Kerry Pastine is one of those singers that cuts through that fidgeting like a knife and plunges straight through the heart of every listener. Kerry is so... very.

Solidly backing Kerry with verve and authority is her band, The Crime Scene. This group of musicians blend their collective talents to rally behind their leader and proceed with the task of rendering the room spellbound. On guitar we have Pauly Six, so named because he eats exactly six green grapes before every show, believing that it keeps his joints nimble. Having seen him perform, I believe it! What strikes one most about Pauly, however, is that he’s so damned decent, you know? He’s happy and carefree and swinging like mad! It’s not all fun and games, mind you. Pauly is well-endowed academically and intuitively. His melodies range from the eerie to the swinging riff. Pauly Six indeed!

Next up we have Lance Romance on bass. As you’ll recall, Lance started the legendary Fondis Bow Fiddle Bowling League, but he is much more than just a wicked curve ball. His unique sound is indescribable, but an attempt must be made. He draws from his unwieldy instrument an amazing variety of sounds. The "gravitas" of the bass brings forth an infinite variety of sonic beauty even from the harshest of tones. He makes it sound like yesterday and today! Not to mention the man has wrists of tempered steel. Pure Romance.

Finally, the drummer, Mad Dog. The name evokes a rabid, canine ferocity which belies the tender soul beneath. Why, he’s as gentle as his beloved pet rabbit, Commander Bun-Bun. But place him behind his spartan set of drums and he becomes an unchained dog – a MAD dog if you will. He’s no exhibitionist virtuoso trying to out-frantic other drummers. Oh no. He has startling exactitude. The very definition of "solid." All in all, he’s a delightfully swinging drummer that YOU will go mad for on every listen! Mad Dog madness!

In closing I would say this: if swinging is a crime, arrest me now because this LP is a must-have. If it is not in your collection, THAT is the true Crime Scene.

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released August 14, 2015

Kerry Pastine: Vocals
Pauly "Six" Shellooe: Guitar
Lance "Romance" Bakemeyer: Bass
Mike "Mad Dog" Minnick: Drums

Recorded at the Keep and KP6 Studios
Engineered by Nick Sullivan & Paul Shellooe
Mixed & Mastered by Paul Shellooe

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Track Name: Get While the Gettin's Good
Oh I’m a fortunate girl, I’m sure the sun and moon would agree
My lucky day, the kind a gypsy couldn’t foresee
I didn’t wish, didn’t pray, for love to come that day
I couldn’t have known, which way the wind decided to blow

Told myself to keep living
And one sweet day I’ll start getting while the gettin’s good
I’ll get while the gettin's good

When you’re down and out, don’t doubt, that’s not how things work out
Enjoy your time, 'cause things can turn on a dime
No fretting or regretting, your mind is all imaginary
Start getting to work, don’t look for a sign or a prophecy

Tell yourself to keep living
Then one sweet day you’ll start getting while the gettin's good
You’ll get while the gettin's good

Oh hear me little darling
No greater satisfaction than living like you want today
Your way, oh your way
Forge on little darling
The getting only comes directly from you, yeah you
It’s true

To yourself be true and you will find that you’re fortunate too
This is your dream and your life, no need to sacrifice

Tell yourself to keep living
And one sweet day you'll start getting while the gettin's good
You'll get while the gettin's good.

Know yourself and keep living
And everyday you’ll keep getting while the gettin's good
You'll get while the gettin's good.

You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good

Tell yourself to keep living
Know yourself and start giving
Everyday you’ll keep getting while the gettin's good

You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You'll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good
You’ll get while the gettin’s good

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Follow Me
Show me a sign of intelligence
What you doing boy on this side of the fence
Tripping hard, staring at the way I walk
Pat him down to see if he’s more than talk
Then he can follow me
Best skirt in town that he’ll ever see

Red curtain flowing in a back alley joint
What they call the dungeon at Canary Point
$10,000 greenbacks to get through the door
Gonna cost you daddy if you want to score
Then you can follow me
I’ll show you things that you’ve never seen

Ridin' low, livin' high, flyin’ blind
Buy you a new heart that’s silver lined
Whiskey goes down smooth when you’re ballin' with me
Livin’ out your fantasies
Now bow to the queen and honey follow me

Look at you daddy, you’re the king of the clan
Every back street bookie feeding outta your hand
Don’t forget your place when you get uppity
I made you, I can break you, keep your royalty
When you just follow me,
You’ll be my king and I'll be your queen

Oh Ridin' low, livin' high, flyin’ blind
Buy you a new heart that’s silver lined
Whiskey goes down smooth when you’re ballin' with me
Livin’ out your fantasies now bow to the queen and daddy follow me

Show me a sign of intelligence
What you doing boy on this side of the fence
Tripping hard, staring at the way I walk
Pat him down to see if he’s more than talk
Then he can follow me
Best skirt in town that he’ll ever see

Then you can follow me
I’ll be your queen and you’ll be my king

That's right, now daddy follow me
Best ride in town is when you roll with me

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Cold Stare Hot Touch
Walk away try to look so tough
Look at me like I'm not enough
I'll bet you boy that we're not through
You'll be back 'cause you fell into

You say you break hearts, that's your game
A real playboy is your claim to fame
I hate to say it, but I'll lay it on the line
Here it is honey, you're doing time

Make your move, play your score
Do you know what your playing for

My cold stare, my hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous
Poisonous you'll see
You'll see
You'll see

You're nothing but a dirty tramp
Your lovin' sent with a dirty stamp
I got your message a little too late
Now here's mine, there's no escape

Play roulette, wage your war
Very soon you'll be dying for
My cold stare, my hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous

Talk is cheap, my game is rough
Walk away, you're not that tough
I'll bet you boy that we're not through
You'll be back 'cause you fell into

All is fair in love and war
Did you forget what you're fighting for
You swore
You begged for
You cried for my cold stare, my hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous
Poisonous you'll see

I won't pretend I'm not looking at you
Don't pretend you don't need it too
I'm not saying I don't want it too
I'm well aware of what I'm getting into

My cold stare
My hot touch
This mad affair is poisonous, you'll see

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Acapulco Bay
I gotta restless heart
I gotta disappear
I’ll take a sunny cantina right next to the pier
Oh yeah, I gotta get away
Leavin' DIA, touch down in L.A., then South
To Acapulco Bay

Start a new tomorrow
Forget my past
I’ll beg steal or borrow just to make it last
Oh yeah, I gotta get away
Warm breeze in the shade, drinkin’ Tanqueray down South
In Acapulco Bay

Ya know my coat’s too heavy, it’s wearing me down
The chill is killin' me in this frigid town
Can’t sleep, living over by the click-ity clack
I’ll take the morning train and I won’t be back

Listen closer little lover, can ya hear that beat
It’s time to shimmy and a shake on a sandy beach
Oh yeah, I gotta get away
Take me by the hand in that far away land down south
In Acapulco Bay

I gotta get away
I gotta leave today
Drink my Tanqueray
Leavin' DIA, touch down in L.A., then South
To Acapulco Bay

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Breathless
Stole my eye from a distant light
Your swagger said it well
Broken down ride like a fallen angel by a moonlit motel

You leave me breathless
I'm defenseless
So restless
You don't know what you do to my heart

Take a picture of me baby
Give me kisses on the run
The moon is drenched in whiskey
Tell me I'm your only one

You leave me breathless
I'm defenseless
So restless
You don't know what you do to my heart

Drift away my midnight darling
Sleep until I'm gone
Remember me in the open breeze
I'm warmer than the sun

You leave me breathless
I'm defenseless
So restless
You don't know what you do to my heart

You leave me breathless
I'm defenseless
So restless

You don't know what you do to my heart
You don't know what you do to my heart

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Let's Do This Thing
Drip drip drip, like a juicy peach
I'm ripe for the pickin', take a bite out of me

Buzz buzz buzz, I’m your queen bee
I'll give you honey comb kisses, leave you with a sting

Tick tick tock, rock me ‘round the clock
Make my dress go up and my heels fly off

Boom boom boom, you’re my dynamite
And I’m ready to ignite

You can’t deny, give it a try
We’re wasting time baby in our prime
My heart is on the line
Give it a whirl, I wanna be your girl
I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing

Tease, tease, tease, got me on my knees
I’m beggin' you honey for a little squeeze

Bang, bang, bang, pull the trigger now
Shoot me in the heart kiss me on the mouth

Smoke, smoke, smoke you’re my cigarette
Light it up, suck it in, burn it down again

You and me make chemistry
Come on torch my gasoline

You can’t deny, give it a try
We’re wasting time baby in our prime
My heart is on the line
Give it a whirl, I wanna be your girl

I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing

Drip drip drip, like a juicy peach
I'm ripe for the pickin', take a bite out of me

Buzz buzz buzz, I’m your queen bee
I'll give you honey comb kisses, leave you with a sting

Tick tick tock, rock me ‘round the clock
Make my dress go up and my heels fly off

Boom boom boom, you’re my dynamite
And I’m ready to ignite

You can’t deny - Give it a try
We’re wasting time baby in our prime
My heart is on the line
Give it a whirl - I wanna be your girl

I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing

I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing

I’ve got a thing, you’ve got a thing
Let’s do this thing

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Too Late To Die Young
Been wondering where the slick cats
Are hanging out these days
Getting bad directions to a scene that’s just passe
Tip your hat, clip your dough, shake em down on the run
'Cause it’s too late
Too late to die young

Maybe if I stay out late
Play my cards right
I’ll get lovesick, buzzed-out, spun to the hangover light
What was once back alley taboo is the now the LA life for fools
'Cause it’s too late
Too late to die young

I spent 20 years on the fringe
And now the "everyday's" are moving in
I guess it’s up to me
To make you feel like you wanna believe
That it’s too late
Too late to die young

Sittin' in my bottle of pain
Got nothin' to gain
But I don’t know how to live any other way
You know it ain’t no luxury to live fast and furiously
And now it’s too late
Too late to die young

I spent 20 years on the fringe
And now the "everyday's" are moving in
Well I guess it’s up to me
To make you feel like you wanna believe
That it’s too late
Too late to die young

Maybe if I stay out late
Play my cards right
I’ll get lovesick, buzzed-out, spun to the hangover light
What was once back alley taboo
Is the now the LA life for fools

'Cause it’s too late
Too late to die young
Oh it's too late
Too late to die young
Yeah it’s too late

Too late to die young
Oh baby, it’s too late
Too late to die young
Too late to die young
Too late to die young

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Test the Fire
Just say yes
Just say no
Either way, you’ve gotta let it go
You gotta test the fire
You gotta take me higher

Give way to my persuasion
Open up my cage
Fight for revolution
Free me from my rage

Heart held to the flame
Movin’ to the beat
Baby stake your claim in me
I wanna feel your heat

Raise me from the dead
No need to explain
Livin’ out your truth or dare
Come on feel the pain

You gotta test the fire
You gotta take me higher
I wanna Test the fire
Fire of your desire

Prove it to me darling
Manifest your fate
Nothing left to die for
Time to elevate

Pump your life into me
Baby cool my head
Check my fever round the clock
And take me back to bed

This is where we sacrifice our pain and suffering
Claim this life to hell and back
It’s time to take the leap into the fire

You gotta test the fire (test the fire)
You gotta take me higher (take me higher)
I wanna test the fire (test the fire)
Fire of your desire

You gotta let it go
Yeah baby let it go
Free yourself and elevate your soul
Into the fire of your desire

You gotta test the fire (test the fire)
You gotta take me higher (take me higher)
I wanna test the fire (test the fire)
Fire of your desire

You gotta test the fire (test the fire)
You gotta take me higher (take me higher)
I wanna test the fire (test the fire)
Fire of your desire
You gotta test the fire
Track Name: Play the Rush
The Queen of Hearts
Poised all alone
Scoffs at all the Jokers
Who carry her throne
Eye on the Jack of Diamonds
Her deceitful Knave
But it’s the Ace of Spades
Who digs her grave

Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush

Steady your nerves
Keep your cool in the heat
Losing means you’re winning
'Cause you’ll sit at my feet
Lay your heart on the table
You’re going all in
Play the Dirty Dark Lady
Let the high stakes begin

Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush

Cocktails glisten
The smoke is sweet
Loosen up your tie
Drink your whiskey neat
Ride or die daddy
On a hot summer night
It’s a trick taking game
If ya play me right

Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush

Diamonds, furs
And a trail of gin
Greed, lust, envy
Are your cardinal sins
A slippery style
And a femme' fatale
Au revoir, adios
Bottoms up, ciao, ciao

Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush

Cocktails glisten
The smoke is sweet
Loosen up your tie
Drink your whiskey neat
Ride or die daddy
On a hot summer night
It’s a trick taking game
If ya play me right

Uh uh, yeah yeah, now shush
Ooh ooh, yeah yeah
Play the rush

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Motor Vixen From Hell
She was just 17
A crazy little Queen
Her momma never got no rest

Up in the Hollywood hills
Getting her thrills
The camera was obsessed

She had a dirty little trick
With a slipppery lick
Always brought 'em to their knees

High heels in the air
Jailbait without a care
Come on Daddy, give me the keys

Shakin' her little tail
Leads 'em on a trail
A highway funeral
The Motor Vixen From Hell

Daddy’s little girl becomes the queen of her world
Stealing every soul she beds
Stacking the cash with a smack on the ass
Promising they’ll soon be wed

It’s just a matter of time and a little white line
Pretty soon he’ll be coughin’ up lead
Shove him in the trunk, the old dirty drunk
You picked the wrong girl, she said.

Shakin' her little tail
Leads 'em on a trail
A highway funeral
The Motor Vixen from Hell

Now this is a sad tale to tell
Some say, from the sky she fell
She was known from the heavens as Lucifer’s Belle

Came crashin’ to the earth...

The Motor Vixen from Hell
The Motor Vixen from Hell
The Motor Vixen from Hell, from Hell, from Hell from Hell, from Hell, from Hell
She's the Motor Vixen from Hell

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Set My Heart Free
Jailer man kept my heart
Shackled up without a key
Then one day your sweet smile
Broke the chains and set me free

Too many times, I’d seen emotional crimes
Leaving me sad and confused
I told myself that love’s a dangerous ride
Made me lovesick, battered and bruised

I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free

Wagered one too many times
Banking on the luck of the draw
Lost my heart and lost my nerve
Gambled all and took the fall

Got some advice, and then I threw the dice
Played for love and bet on what's true
Then I won your gentle heart
The kind of love I never knew

I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free

Now I'm free as a bird
Soaring through an open sky
No dark cage hide my heart
Got a sunny smile and starry eyes

I can’t hide this feeling inside
I wanna thank you every day of my life
Over the moon, on top of the world
Riding high on cloud nine.

I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free

I'm gonna tell the whole world about it
Throw open the doors and shout it
You set my heart free

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Liar, Cheater, Dead
You’re a liar
Talking all your jive
You’re a liar
Givin' me that line
You’re a fabricatin’, falcifian, bull shittin’, son of a gun

You’re a cheater
Dealin’ half your love
You’re a cheater
Say I’m your only one
You’re a double talkin, mascaradin’, two-timin’, son of a gun

I swore that you were listening
Waiving my pistol as the blood drained from your face
But now you’re pleading,
While your gunshots bleedin’
And the smoke is rising from your grave

You’re a dead man
You’re no good to me
You’re a dead man honey
I’m gonna set you free
You’re a liquidated, soon departed, done for it, son of a gun

I swore that you were listening
Waiving my pistol as the blood drained from your face
But now you’re pleading,
While your gunshots bleedin’
And the smoke is rising from your grave

You're a liar
Your mama said that ain't right
You're a cheater
Ain't gonna see the daylight
You're a liar
You're a cheater
And now you're dead

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene
Track Name: Steppin' Out
Hey Maddog, whistle that cabbie down
I wanna step out to the noisy side of town

Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out

Come on boys, let's go downtown

Take me to the noisy side of town
I wanna an ice cold beer & a double shot of Crown
Line em up so I can knock em down

Steppin' out
Take me to the noisy side of town
Steppin' out
I wanna shake it where the cats are laying it down
I need a screamin' band with a swingin' sound

I wanna jump jive jitterbug do the stroll
A boogaloo rhythm to some rock and roll
Gimme the skinny, the old low down
Where the joint is jumpin' & the juice is brown
Take me to the noisy side of town!!

Wind 'em up

Well, I got a new boy, they call him Pauly Six String
His dirty guitar licks make me wanna swing
When he starts to rock he makes me feel like a
Crime Scene Queen

I wanna hear the double bass and the snap of the snare
Some drunk yelling way too loud in my ear
The pour of a shot, the chug of a beer
I wanna howl at the moon without a care
Take me to the noisy side of town

Come on P6

Ah Lance Romance

Yeah, swing it

Whadda ya got Mad Dog

Make some noise

Steppin' out
Take me to the noisy side of town
Steppin' out
I wanna shake it where the cats are laying it down
Where the sirens scream to the uptown sound

Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out
Steppin' out

Steppin out to the noisy side of town

Copyright 2015 Kerry Pastine & The Crime Scene