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Miss Peach's Pawnshop. buffaloed +> at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. no love +> lost. songs from the basement... lucky thirteen. + +### [Insert](insert.md) + +### CD (image) + +> HOTEL diff --git a/ALIENCD46/insert.md b/ALIENCD46/insert.md new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3181d34c --- /dev/null +++ b/ALIENCD46/insert.md @@ -0,0 +1,226 @@ +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... |