Archive for November, 2012

Brothers from far away mothers.

Tuesday, November 20th, 2012

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These handsome gents have done 7 Never Records between them. They are an inspiration to me and I’m lucky to call them brothers.
Photos by Ryan.

Carry Home

Sunday, November 11th, 2012

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Oh, but I didn’t change, I just had to work
No, but I didn’t change, I just had to work
And now I’m home and I carry home
Do you still want me? Now that I’m home

Your love never survived the heat of my heart

-The Gun Club, “Carry Home”

I finally returned home after five weeks in New Orleans, where I recorded over 130 performances and cut them to vinyl. It is the most I have ever done and will ever do in one Never Records. In the final leg of the trip, from Lookout Mountain to the old brownstone of my grandparents, I was obsessed with fuel. Rose and Jason warned me of gas lines that stretched over the Polaski Bridge from Brooklyn to Queens.

While I was as exhausted as I’ve ever been, I was neither empty nor depleated. I was full of joy, gratitude, and pride over what we accomplished. I was also full of excitement to come home to those I love.

I am a blast furnace heaped with sounds and music and words, each session stoking a heat inside me that consumes all the impurities in my world, apathy, cynicism, and hubris. Each song added through my ears fuels the flame hotter and hotter. Instead of consuming my heart, the metallurgy remakes it, steels it, anneals it. From coal to diamond, I am re-made by everyone I meet, and every thing I hear.

Everyone in New Orleans, everyone in New York, is always on their way to another gig, paying the rent one measly performance at a time. It makes us all forget that simple moments of fellowship and giving can pay the ontological rent. We are all here for such a short and dizzy time, and very rarely do any of us truly own ourselves. Very rarely do we own a moment that arrests time.

We etched a moment like this onto our lives last Monday night outside 841 Carondelet as everyone sang to the end of Never Records New Orleans with banjo, harmonica, trombone, guitar, drums, and tambourines. We sent Conor and Stu back to the Ireland and England with as much love as we could muster.

I never want to forget this. I never want to forget you. I never will forget the music we make together.

We are the ones who believe that through joy we can forever(live).

From the 6th floor of a studio with no heat.
Ted

phostos by Ryan Hogdson-Rigsby
music Silo Homes