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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...