Old Wave: The Lost Roundhouse Tapes

by Tony Hazzard

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Old Wave - The Lost Roundhouse Tapes

In 1983 I was given the chance to record an album. It was going to be called ‘Old Wave’ after one of the tracks but also as a tongue-in-cheek counter to New Wave music. Sessions took place at The Roundhouse Studios owned by Bronze Records at Chalk Farm, London.

From what I can remember, ten tracks were recorded but some weren’t quite finished when the funding came to a halt: the album was abandoned, and life moved on.

Fast forward thirty years and I came across a 15ips, 1/4 inch, copy master tape (which I didn’t know I had) of most of the Roundhouse tracks. In the meantime the multi-track master had disappeared, as had the 15ips 1/4 inch stereo master (both probably thrown away). All that was left was my tape.

Then, at the beginning of this year (2016), I decided to do something about this lost album. I decided to have five tracks mastered for an EP. Then, some time later, I decided to add another track because, for the musicianship alone, it didn't deserve to be forgotten.

Two of the six songs here appeared on 'Songs From The Lynher' and one on 'The Hallicombe Sessions', but these are very different versions.

So here, after thirty-three years, I present to you the final distillation of those lost Roundhouse tapes.....


Tony Hazzard November 2016

For more detailed info go to: tonyhazzard.wordpress.com/2016/11/03/old-wave-the-lost-roundhouse-tapes/

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released November 3, 2016

The Cast:

Tony Hazzard: Lead and harmony vocals, acoustic guitar
Roger Moss: Acoustic and electric guitars
Dave Greenslade: Keyboards
Dave Quinn: Bass
Dave Mattacks: Drums
Marc Fox: Percussion & Harmonica
Ginny David: Backing vocals
Jerry Boys: Sound Engineer
Trevor Hallesy: Sound Engineer
Dave Greenslade: Musical Arrangements on Tracks 1 and 2
Owen Bell: Painted the original, and new, digital sleeve.

Mixed by Jerry Boys at The Roundhouse Recording Studios Sept 1983

Tape restoration and file conversion by John Dent at Loud Mastering Feb 2014

Mastered by Simon Heyworth and Andy Miles at Super Audio Mastering, June & October 2016

Produced by Jerry Boys and Tony Hazzard

Executive Producer: Lilian Bron

All songs written and composed by Tony Hazzard

© Tony Hazzard 2016

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Tony Hazzard UK

This legendary songwriter wrote hits for Manfred Mann, The Hollies, The Tremeloes, Herman’s Hermits, Andy Williams, The Yardbirds & Lulu. His song, ‘Fox On The Run’ has been recorded by all the major bluegrass artistes. He also sang backing vocals on three of Elton John’s albums: ‘Elton John’, ‘Tumbleweed Connection’ and ‘Honky Chateau’.
Altogether he has 62 tracks available on iTunes.
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Track Name: Take It While The Moment Lasts
TAKE IT WHILE THE MOMENT LASTS

It's good to see you, to see you smile at me so sweetly.
Feels kinda neat, too: the combination fits completely.
This thing that we've begun grows bigger every day;
A snowball of emotion rolling downhill all the way.
It'll never reach the bottom if we live from day to day
And take it while the moment lasts.

The right components can give a high that sets you reeling:
Those frozen moments; those photographs of finer feelings;
Those times when true emotions start to crystallize,
And love begins to blossom without hint of compromise.
Don't think about tomorrow: see the present in our eyes
And take it while the moment lasts.

So take it while the moment lasts, love.
Don't try to take it slow or fast, love.
It's a certainty, they say, that love will find a way,
So relax and let the evening flow....

It's good to see you, to see you smile at me so sweetly.
Feels kinda neat, too: the combination fits completely.
This thing that we've begun grows bigger every day;
A snowball of emotion rolling downhill all the way.
It'll never reach the bottom if we live from day to day
And take it while the moment lasts.


© Tony Hazzard
Track Name: Walking Round Corners
Walking Round Corners

Do you remember all those warm summer nights: the scent of lilac in bloom?
Well, things were great then: I was holding you tight, and I...
I reckon they’ll be great again soon, ‘cos I keep

Walking round corners and bumping into emotions:
things I thought I’d left behind long ago. Yes I keep
Walking round corners and bumping into emotions
I thought I’d forgotten. Well, it just goes to show.....

The scent of the lilac and the sound of the sea....
The taste of Muscadet wine....
They’re working their magic, and, between you and me
I think it’s gonna work out just fine, ‘cos I keep

Walking round corners and bumping into emotions:
things I thought I’d left behind long ago. Yes I keep
Walking round corners and bumping into emotions
I thought I’d forgotten. Well, it just goes to show.....

Walking round corners.....

Walking round corners.....


© Tony Hazzard
Track Name: Dreams Of Leaving
Dreams Of Leaving

The other evening the telephone rang: “Hi, it’s Susan, won’t you tell me how you’ve been? I read the papers; I heard you on the news; I guess you’re famous now. Tell me, do the famous get the blues?”

“It seems a lifetime since last I saw your face; guess you’ve had a high time since: I don’t know how you stand the pace. But please forgive me; I didn’t mean to be unkind; it’s just that I’ve been wondering what’s been running through your mind.”

So, I told her I was happy, how contentment flowed like wine, but I left out those occasions when freedom fills my mind and I have dreams of leaving, and sailing a southern sea; heading where those southern breezes blow. Though my hearth and homefires, they keep a hold on me, my heart won’t let those dreams of leaving go.

I said: “It’s my turn now: come on and tell me all your news”. She said: “Well, I’m married, with a daughter, and we’re expecting number two. We live in the country, in a cottage by the sea, and I’m contented; at least, that’s how it seems to me.”

“And we never want for laughter, and we never want for joy, but there are those times, I must admit, when contentment starts to cloy and I have dreams of leaving, and sailing a southern sea; heading where those southern breezes blow. Though my hearth and homefires, they keep a hold on me, my heart won’t let those dreams of leaving go.”


© Tony Hazzard
Track Name: It's Alright To Be In Love
It’s Alright To Be In Love

She sees; she smiles; at last her eyes are opened,
and love she feels, allowed to overflow.
She sees; she sighs; Truth, hitherto unspoken, whispers:
“It’s alright to be in love”.

It’s wrong; it’s right: her head is tight from thinking,
but now, at peace, she’s resting in my arms,
as through the waves of love she’s gently sinking, she feels
It’s alright to be in love.

Right from the start the tide was always turning:
it took her peace of mind away.
The night departs, and now the day’s returning,
she sees that love and peace of mind are here to stay.

She sees; she smiles, with a better understanding
of what she feels, and prays it doesn’t go.
She sees; she sighs; this very lovely lady knows at last
It’s alright to be in love.


© Tony Hazzard
Track Name: Old Wave
Old Wave

Some people like to travel; some people don’t.
Some people need to get away.
Some people rush around, while others won’t:
they live to fight another day.

Me, I like to take it easy and slow:
not for me an early grave.
I ease the tiller and my boat, she sails free,
sliding by on a slow, old wave.

Some folk are into fashion: they live in style:
they change their colours with the breeze.
They’re into glamour rock or reggae for a while:
they’ve got the media’s disease.

Me, I like to take it easy and slow:
not for me an early grave.
I ease the tiller and my boat, she sails free,
sliding by on a slow, old wave.


© Tony Hazzard
Track Name: The Venturer
THE VENTURER

Cast the mooring loose at dawn; drift out, tide-borne, to another day,
Through the morning mist that hangs like a shroud across the bay.
Water lapping 'gainst the bow; canvas flapping as it takes the strain.
Trim the foresail as the sun lights the sea, then hoist the main.

This is the morning of The Venturer: today he sails for foreign shores,
And leaves behind him all the things he couldn't suffer anymore.
I take my hat off to The Venturer: the only shackles that he owns
Are in the rigging of his vessel: he's got freedom in his bones.

Stolen kisses in the night; love and laughter on a summer's day;
These The Venturer remembers on the morning of his day.

This is the morning of The Venturer: today he sails for foreign shores,
And leaves behind him all the things he couldn't suffer anymore.
I take my hat off to The Venturer: the only shackles that he owns
Are in the rigging of his vessel: he's got freedom in his bones.

You've got to hand it to The Venturer: the only shackles that he owns
Are in the rigging of his vessel: he's got freedom in his bones.

© Tony Hazzard