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+mollasses
+
+...à l'hôtel jinx...
+
+thierry amar; flüffy erskine; norsola johnson; kate lawrence;
+jennifer ménard; mike moya; sam shalabi; scott lregrande chernoff...
+chris brokaw; bruce cawdron; david michael curry; lisa gamble; efrim
+menuck; michel meunier; js truchy; thalia zedek... à l'hôtel jinx.
+
+lucky 13: siren's song. la la la, amerika. Saint Christopher's
+blues.  sign of judgment. Lynn Canyon wedding song. coda. You Can't
+Win. trouble in mind. las niñas. Miss Peach's Pawnshop. buffaloed
+at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. no love lost. songs from the
+basement.
+
+trouble at jinx hotel. these cursed recordings began in late winter
+2003 at the hotel2tango in montréal. it was a bitter sunday in
+march. the world was on the brink of war in old mesopotamia, and
+we were all of us sick with the influenza. headaches. fevers. wrecked
+guts and water on the lungs. coughing like crazy. everyone with a
+base case of the shakes.  the hotel wass cold and its ghosts were
+unhappy. electricity was being weird. lights flickered and all the
+microphones crackled with live current. little blue sparks dancing
+through the studio rooms. amplifiers were picking up strange radio
+frequencies and the piano, which couldn't hold a tune to save its
+own life, was behaving like a cantankerous old man. our cats and
+dogs were nervous and excited, a-jitter the way animals get whenever
+catastrope looms. we started with a 16-track tape machine, three
+spools of 1/4" analog audio tape, and a lucky thirteen little songs
+hanging in our heads. but when the 16-track busted and broke down
+a few days later, we moved to 2" tape on a 24-track machine and
+began anew with our fingers crossed. then the 24-track showed the
+first symptoms of its own terrible illness. so we did what we could
+with digital audio tape while our trusty friend and technician,
+garfield lamb, nursed the equipment back to some semblance of health.
+then we transfered the digital recordings to 2" tape and went to
+work again...  waiting to see what the gods would do next. they
+toyed with us for a while before unleashing their full fury: the
+24-track, seizing mid-song one evening, ate a reel of tape and sent
+it spewing around the studio in little pieces, a scene as cruel as
+confetti at a funeral.  garfield somehow managed to splice the tape
+together again. but our nerves were now in tatters too, scattered
+all over the hotel floor. when we finally finished tracking this
+music in the summer of 2003, the cats and dogs didn't look any less
+worried than when we'd begun. of course, they sensed the disaster
+we would soon see for ourselves: as we started mixing the very next
+night, a faulty lamp at the studio short-circuited and the tape
+machine caught on fire. a freak electrical accident. there was an
+asterisk of light; then a dragon-tail of smoke coiling across the
+room; then there was a darkness; and then the 24-track quietly died.
+the animals, cowering in corners, whined, *why didn't you fucking
+fools jump ship at the first sign of the storm*? that's when we
+drifted away from the jinxed hotel... floating until we found safe
+harbour in a studio we could borrow for a few days - one whose own
+resident dogs, zoro and ciska, greeted us with idiot grins and the
+contented looks of drunken sailors on calm seas. mixing was finished
+in a kind of delirious distress at MixArt in notre-dame-de-grace,
+montréal, autumn 2003. these lucky thirteen. dieu merci. slgc. *new
+year's eve* 2003.
+
+siren's song. instrumental.
+
+la la la, amerika. amerika is crawling with cops tonight as we put
+our fists through the windows of the world i know you're broken and
+you're down at the mouth but you're pouting like a punished little
+girl when darkness calls night falls oh mother where are the children
+you've orphaned all over the Earth we're frightened and sickened
+and poverty-stricken and waiting for you to send word when darkness
+calls the sky falls we're tired mother and we're poor we're wretched
+at your teeming shore we're homeless and tossed by the storm looking
+for the light at your golden door when darkness calls night falls.
+
+flüffy: marching drum, percussion & choir; norsola: cello & voice;
+kate: violin; jennifer: voice; moya: Crumar organ; dmc: viola &
+choir; gamble: choir; efrim: choir; js: upright bass; thalia: voice;
+scott: acoustic guitars & vocals; scott recorded the air-raid siren
+and bombs on the nightly news when baghdad was attacked by the
+united states and great britain in march 2003; words & music by
+scott chernoff, as stolen from the inscription on the statue of
+liberty: *give me your tired your poor your huddled masses yearning
+to breathe the wretched refuse of your teeming shore send these the
+homeless tempest-tossed to me i lift my lamp beside the golden
+door*.
+
+Saint Christopher's blues. the locusts are in the jimson Shit Creek
+is on the rise and you're out wrecking eternity this town looks
+like a prison in September's crimson sky when i should be loving
+you perfectly you're such a pretty little mess with your Saint
+Christopher blues and that doomed little look in your eye the weight
+of the world rests all upon your tiny shoes but June why are you
+so terrified give me the locust and the flood i'm a Fool for Love
+but i'm kneeling in Shit Creek tonight.
+
+thierry: upright & electric bass; flüffy: marching drum; kate:
+violin; jennifer: voice; moya: piano & Crumar organ; bruce: drums;
+gramble: scrap metal; scott: electric guitar & vocals. words & music
+by scott chernoff.
+
+sign of judgment. yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment yes
+sign of judgment time ain't long i don't like old Satan none of his
+tempting charms cheats you at your Jesus now and roll you in his
+arms yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment
+time ain't long i don't like old Satan nothing he say or do tell
+one lie to hurt us all and two to make it true yes sign of judgment
+yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment time ain't long.
+
+norsola: cello; jennifer: voice; efrim: electric guitar & harmonium;
+js: upright bass; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals.
+words & music by kid prince moore (traditional).
+
+Lynn Canyon wedding song. well i never cared very much for the west
+except for you there who i loved the best now please take me back
+east i wrote your name in silver and green where Love and Hate Play
+with Fate and History now please take me back east oh please take
+me back east we came to the Canyon across the calm and the wild
+from Mountain to Mountain and Island to aisle i came for Abel you
+came for Cain and we danced on the tables between the cradle and
+the grave and i never cared very much for the west but i will be
+there in my Sunday best if you will wear your red wedding dress
+then please take me back east oh please take me back east.
+
+flüffy: saw; jennifer: voice; moya: piano & Crumar organ; dmc: viola
+& saw; js: upright bass & voice; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals.
+words & music by scott chernoff.
+
+coda. instrumental.
+
+flüffy: metal heating duct; michel: banjo; dog & voice drone recorded
+by julian evans on video tape at Lynn Canyon 2002; mixed by scott
+& harris newman in montréal 2003.
+
+You Can't Win. you with your railroad bones and you with your
+golden-spiked skin you with the wind in your clothes and your hat
+like a house caving in oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win
+oh man You Can't Win when the Angel of Light is at the window with
+the Sanctimonious Kid when you're down and out from Sacramento on
+the New York City skids oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win
+oh man You Can't Win when the East River is groaning all below the
+Williamsburg Bridge when airplanes are exploding in the skyline's
+falling limbs oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You
+Can't Win when the Swans are at your throat with their busted burning
+wings when they squeal and scream and moan at every last ship that
+comes in oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't
+Win.
+
+flüffy: chor; norsola: choir; jennifer: voice; moya: electric guitars
+& Crumar organ; sam: oud; bruce: drums & marimba; dmc: choir;
+gramble: scrap metal & choir; efrim: electric guitar & choir; js:
+choir; thalia: choir; scott: electric & acoustic guitars, vocals.
+words & music by scott chernoff, on the road from sacramento to
+nyc. september 11 2001, while reading jack black's 1926 hobo memoir
+*You Can't Win* and listening to the music of michael gira..
+
+trouble in mind. trouble in mind i'm blue but i won't be blue all
+the way you know that sun is gonna shine on me someday i'm gonna
+lay my head on some lonesome railroad line and let that big
+motherfucking engine nullify my mind trouble in mind i'm blue but
+i won't be blue all the way you know that sun is gonna shine on me
+someday.
+
+jennifer: voice; sam: electric guitars; chris: electric guitar;
+scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & music traditional, as
+learned from a 1960s  recording by sam lightnin' hopkins.
+
+las niñas. instrumental.
+
+andrew mayrs recorded his baby daughter illimani crying while banging
+on a piano in kitsilano, vancouver 2003; screaming children recorded
+by scott at rue roy, montréal 2003. mixed by scott & harris newman
+in montréal 2003.
+
+Miss Peach's Pawnshop. i bought this cross on the island of St.
+Thomas because i wanted jesus on my chest i got this tattoo in New
+Orleans and this one in the Orient for my honeymoon and i got this
+scar somewhere far far away i was drunk as hell and i tried to walk
+home and my hands were broken and i found this prayer in the back
+of a magazine i know it's ripped but it came like this it came like
+this i bought this song at Miss Peach's Pawn with this old overcoat
+and a gold-plated wristwatch and i found this prayer in the back
+of a magazine i know it's ripped but it came like this it came like
+this it came like this it came like this.
+
+norsola: cello; kate: violin; jennifer: voice; moya: electric guitar,
+piano & Crumar organ; dmc: viola; js: upright bass; scott: acoustic
+guitar & vocals. words by hilary peach & scott chernoff; music by
+scott chernoff. this is a bastard adaptation of peach's poem *Tattoo*
+from her album, *Poems Only Dogs Can Hear*.
+
+buffaloed at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. instrumental. (for
+l.p. & a.i.m. and a pox on mean-spirited sons of bitches everywhere).
+
+flüffy: saws; dmc: saws.
+
+no love lost. good-bye old friend it's time to go this is the end
+of all that we know when you worship in the house of burden i worship
+in the house of blame as you learn to let your spirit burn i yearn
+to be a flame to be a flame and there's no love no love lost as
+there is the righteous there is the wrong and there is the night
+which is betrayed by the dawn and there's no love no love lost as
+there is the sinner there is the god and there is the singer profaned
+by the song and there's no love no love lost there's no love no
+love lost.
+
+thierry: electric bass; flüffy: bowed piano & saws; jennifer: voice;
+moya: piano; michel: banjo; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic guitar,
+bowed piano & vocals. words & music by scott chernoff.
+
+songs from the basement. there's a song for hatred and a song for
+love a song for betrayal and a song for trust there's a song for
+what's fated a song for dumb luck a song for what's sacred and one
+for what's fucked there's a song which is prayed a song which is
+cussed these songs from the basement which play unto us.
+
+norsola: cello; kate: violin; jennifer: voice; sam: electric guitars;
+bruce: marimba & cymbals; dmc: viola; efrim: harmonium; garfield
+lamb: knife; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & music by scott
+chernoff.  mixed by howard bilerman at the hotel... ...after the
+storm had all blown by...
+
+recorded by howard bilerman, efrim & scott at mom & pop sounds in
+the hotel2tango, mile end, montréal 2003. except where noted,
+everything was mixed by howard bilerman & molasses at MixArt in
+notre-dame-de-grace, montréal 2003. mastered by harris newman in
+little italy, montréal 2003 & 2004. all songs c&p SOCAN 2004, except
+*sign of judgment* & *trouble in mind* which are in the public
+domain. hilary peach's poem *Tattoo*, which inspired *Miss Peach's
+Pawnshop*, is c&p hilary peach 2003. all music arranged by molasses,
+design and hand-lettering by slgc ink. in tokyo. photography by dmc
+& norsola. layout by slgc ink. with assistance by sean o'hara. all
+love to those who helped: sohara & gary at alien8 recordings; howard
+bilerman; cada del popolo; don & ian at constellation; eric craven;
+julian evans; michael feuerstack; aidan girt; lea grahovac; taras
+grescoe; garfield lamb; tim mahony; andrew mayrs, vally mendoza &
+illimani mendoza-mayrs; boris & nicolas at MixArt; harris newman,
+*who is never wrong*; hilary peach; sugar & smokey; and all the
+cars and dogs... xoxo...