#love and fishing: the wit and wisdom of max debryn

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Following in the footsteps of the legendary “Banbury Station, 3 a.m.”, produced by @too-antigonish, and the acclaimed follow up produced by @astridcontramundum, I present to you, the spoken word stylings of our own Simple Country Pathologist, Max DeBryn.

Fellow Tumblrians, please join me at the album release party at The Eagle and Child, as we lift a glass and enjoy our favourite Declaimer of Death as he shares Deep Thoughts and Medical Bon Mots.

Track listing (with bonus track at the end featuring a surprise guest).

Love and Fishing: The Wit and Wisdom of Max DeBryn

Nothing Here to Frighten the Horses

Something of a Salmagundi

“I'm a Pathologist, Not a Road Sweeper”; a witty homage to DeForrest Kelley

The Last of the Red Hot Livers, or, I Never Met a Neil Simon Pun I Didn’t Like

Alimentary, My Dear Morse:  A Meditation on Saveloy and Chips 

This Was No Punting Accident (It Wasn't a Boat Propeller. And It Wasn't Lizzie Borden):  A Cautionary Tale About Water

 Love's Very Popular

Tripes in a Tub (featuring Baby Morse)

Numb To Life (A Ode to Seconal)

Septic Tank. What a Treat.

Been At the Keats Again, Sergeant? (featuring Jim Strange)

 Just a Hint of Sucrose (People Do Despair, Morse)

 An Elegant Sufficiency, a.k.a. Deficient to the Tune of One Head

A Man Loves What He Loves:  Steak and Kidney at the Eagle.

All That Flesh (To Be Read At a Stag Do)

"And one was fond of me: and all are slain."/“Ask me no more, for fear I should reply.”, A. E. Housman Was a Friend of Mine, a Lament with E. Morse

Bonus Track:  Signs and Wonders, Feat. Fred Thursday 

[too-antigonish]

Special mention *must* be made of the following truly outstanding selections:

“I'm a Pathologist, Not a Road Sweeper”; a witty homage to DeForrest Kelley

This Was No Punting Accident, (It Wasn't a Boat Propeller. And it Wasn't Lizzie Borden):  A Cautionary Tale About Water

Been At the Keats Again, Sergeant? (featuring Jim Strange)

 An Elegant Sufficiency, a.k.a. Deficient to the Tune of One Head

All That Flesh (To Be Read At a Stag Do)

Please note that after perusing the track titles at length, it was decided that, with the exception of Max's beloved steak and kidney pie, a selection of vegetarian dishes would be best for the album release party.

Also, there will be no stripper.

Following in the footsteps of the legendary “Banbury Station, 3 a.m.”, produced by @too-antigonish, and the acclaimed follow up produced by @astridcontramundum, I present to you, the spoken word stylings of our own Simple Country Pathologist, Max DeBryn.

Fellow Tumblrians, please join me at the album release party at The Eagle and Child, as we lift a glass and enjoy our favourite Declaimer of Death as he shares Deep Thoughts and Medical Bon Mots.

Track listing (with bonus track at the end featuring a surprise guest).

Love and Fishing: The Wit and Wisdom of Max DeBryn

Nothing Here to Frighten the Horses

Something of a Salmagundi

“I'm a Pathologist, Not a Road Sweeper”; a witty homage to DeForrest Kelley

The Last of the Red Hot Livers, or, I Never Met a Neil Simon Pun I Didn’t Like

Alimentary, my dear Morse:  A Meditation on Saveloy and Chips 

This Was No Punting Accident, (It Wasn't a Boat Propeller. And it Wasn't Lizzie Borden):  A Cautionary Tale About Water

 Love's Very Popular

Tripes in a Tub (featuring Baby Morse)

Numb To Life (A Ode to Seconal)

Septic Tank. What a Treat

Been At the Keats Again, Sergeant? (featuring Jim Strange)

 Just a Hint of Sucrose (People Do Despair, Morse)

 An Elegant Sufficiency, a.k.a. Deficient to the Tune of One Head

A Man Loves What He Loves:  Steak and Kidney at the Eagle.

All That Flesh (To Be Read At a Stag Do)

"And one was fond of me: and all are slain."/“Ask me no more, for fear I should reply.”, A. E. Housman Was a Friend of Mine, a Lament with E. Morse

Bonus Track:  Signs and Wonders, Feat. Fred Thursday