started08Aug01.updated12Aug01.
i'm sitting in the sand at stimson beach on the east bay of california. i woke up on a massage table at 6am. my uncle michael drove pat + i to a place called 'muir woods' and we spent the next 7 hours hiking over a mountain to get here. our goal of swimming in the pacific ocean is moments away. i am more sure than ever that anything is possible. forming a band, writing songs, and going on tour in 6 weeks .. is possible! buying discount plane tickets and flying across the country to go swimming .. is possible!
i feel as though western culture (specifically the US, based on my experience,) overemphasizes the negative. "what can't be done? what will fail next?" i suppose it should come as no surprise from a culture that, despite its obvious flaws and faltering steps, insists on its own perfection. yet, we exist outside of this culture. through impulsive, reckless disregard for social mores and conditioned "common sense," we can start to tear away the dingy wallpaper that covers our little cultural jail cells. (it's starting to peel on its own anyway.)
dancing, screaming, singing, swimming, basketball, and group-hugs have more power than ever!! they are our liberators and our saviors more than anything else because they are .. US!
i want. i want to be. i want. i want to be swept off my feet by someone who has been swept off theirs.
esta noche, debajo de las estrellas, la luna y yo tenemos una pregunta para tú. tonite, under the stars, the moon and i have a question for you. vas a estar enojado cuando te digo "te amo?" are you going to be angry when i say "i love you?" te amo. i love you. te amo.
invisible fences built on fear. neighborhoods come unglued. "lock the door! lock the door and keep the world outside of here!" i am threatened by the sound. i am threatened by the sound. of my pmbs being tied down by a noose so big you can't see it till it's already tied around.
who are you to call me and tell me just what i should to be me and pve free? freedom freedom. the man came knocking at my door. says he don't want to hear that music no more. yeah, the man came a'knockin' at my door. says he don't want to hear that music no more. freedom freedom.
in a world designed to persist, we'll have to build our own. find a desolate wasteland and call it "home." populate it with love + art + pain and all the things that make me rethink what it means to be a human being. sometimes i have to remind myself not to be imprisoned by my fear of change.
i have not yet built what i want you to touch but is this search for words just a devil's game? i am an image of my remains. who are you to bind my name? indifference washed away in the rain. i am a continual tear.
the following people make sounds on this album: tynan craycraft, kevin driscoll, nathan frederick, dan gonzales, rebecca gordon, donny shaw III, matthew spencer, elissa tobin, becky traverse, and nathan traverse.
this recording began on friday, the 3rd of august, 2001 and was finished on sunday, the 12 of august, 2001 by the bears & the giraffes at dan gonzales' sos studios in milford, ma, usa.
| kevin driscoll 8 joan circle milford, ma 01757 | matthew spencer 23 carp rd. milford, ma 01757 |
| nathan frederick 4 lucia dr. milford, ma 01757 | elissa tobin 19 crestview dr. mendon, ma 01756 |
| dan gonzales 13 fairview ave. milford, ma 01757 | nate + becky traverse 7 lucia dr. milford, ma 01757 |