We’d decided to make a dance mix of ‘Too Much Pressure‘, one of the tunes on my new album, ‘Dancing with the Moment’.  With its James Brown groove, and infectious energy, the track seemed  ripe and ready for some club mix fun.

My son, Bryan Faragher, is excellent at what he does, whether it’s sound engineering, graphic arts, or e-marketing. He’s been creating electronic music since he was thirteen. Just as some boys may be into building model airplanes, or tinkering with engines,  so Bryan was always creating some new electronic rave track.  I often stood in the hallway listening, as the boom of a kick drum emanated from his room, astounded by his creativity in manipulating sounds. It was a different approach to making music. The result was a kind collage in motion, a wild toad’s ride through a cacophony of sound. His structures always had a beginning, middle, and end.  Early on I recognized the artistry.

So when he put forward the idea of doing a remix of ‘Pressure’, a  song that already bore his creative stamp as co writer, engineer, and drum programmer,  I immediately gave the green light. I trusted him implicitly.

Last Saturday he sent me a rough mix. I was blown away. I couldn’t sit still. Had to move my feet. There were my ideas – shouts, asides, horn lines – twisting and turning in entirely new ways. I rushed to tell my wife how overwhelmed I was. ‘I think I may like it even more than the album version.’ I said. The more I listened the more I dug it.

We are going to debut and give away free copies of  ‘too much pressure’ – the rebel sole pressurized club mix at the Record Release Party on March 1, so bring your dancin’ shoes!

Too Much Pressure
(Danny Faragher-Bryan Faragher- Alec Echevarria)

Too much/ Too much pressure
Too much/ Too Much Pressure

All around, all around/ All around, all around
All around, all around/ All around, all around

I can’t take this much
I can’t take this much…
Pressure

Now the rich and greedy keep goin’ to town
While the rest of us just movin’ on down
Empty pockets and dreams
Where’s my chance to make the scene

I can’t take this much/I can’t take this much
Pressure

Whoa, some crazy maker keep shoutin’ in my ear
Words full of hate. Words full of fear
Chill out! (Why don’t ya?) And step on back
Get yourself acquainted with all the facts (For a change)

All around, all around/ All around, all around  2x
We can’t take this much/ We can’t take this much
Pressure

Now be it fast or be it slow
This funky system has got to go
So send a message to the banker boys
That the people ’bout to make some noise

All around, all around/ All around, all around 2x
We can’t take this much/ We can’t take this much
Pressure