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The Terrible Noise

by Vincent Randazzo

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A.K. Pearson The brass and woodwind arrangements are amazing, the found sounds and post-folkie guitar modest but masterful. The production glosses, doesn’t replace, good songwriting. The songs themselves emanate from the millennial id — boredom, nostalgia, despair, dissipation, reckless behavior — but VR doesn’t try to excuse them with language marshaled from medicine and therapy. In fact, sometimes moral honesty and religious gratitude break through: “I’m not sure fate has ever been as kind to anyone as me" Favorite track: Classically Trained.
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Document 2 02:41
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8 AM Days 05:25
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Peeping Tom 03:49
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Finale 02:20
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about

"This time last year I was living out of a Prius with my partner. We were traveling the country in an attempt to escape the mundane cycle of our then-day-to-day. Childishly, the plan was to sing and dance 24/7 all whilst seeing all there was to see. As we left the bubble of California it was quickly realized that this was midwinter and that survival would be a full time job. My hands were too cold to fret a guitar. We lacked the space to dance. There was no mind left for the writing of songs.

After some time, in the occasional free moment of safety and solitude at some odd cafe, I developed the habit of scrolling through old hard drives and soundbites from my glitchy analog dictograph. Thus began 'The Terrible Noise'. At the time it was bad habit- a rabbit hole. Over the year, and upon returning to California's Monterey Bay, a shape was made out of the indiscernible. It became more thought-provoking a work than any I had yet made.

Much of the record consists of song demos never intended for an audience. The takes have the loose, visceral energy of a first run through after being written and for the most part, they are. Portland composer, Paper Gates, provides horn arrangements- the only dubs made with the intention of making an album. The songs are strung together by a conversation with a friend philosophizing the beauty of learning a new language. I believe that is what listening to this record is. If not, the sounding of frustration that the purest music of our generation must be filtered through infinite and terrible noise." - V.R. 01/09/18

credits

released May 3, 2018

Tracking / Mixing + Fusion by Vincent
but Andy Rayborn (Paper Gates) arranged and performed horns remotely
Mastering at Wolf's Den by Lobo in Chicago
The photographer was Marcus Wade
Rory Glass put that typography on that photo
Nic Jor sort of invented the namesake
Thank you Camrin y Fanshawe

" basically in the beginning

your going to feel like you're

all over the place

and you don't understand anything

so vincent is a musician

vincent = musician

vincent and musician are the same thing

in this case

so

going back to learning Spanish

so

in the beginning you're going

to understand nothing

this morning a black spot

head storming I forgot

the way out of bed turning

and turning turning again

there was bone skin growing over

couldn't be cured I'm not human

that's far too broad a term

there was sterilized poetry

in the sun shining over me

gotta hate these Tuesday's

whatever day is today

and save me in a bottle of vinegar

I'm a goner for sure

there's a beautiful lady

and a beautiful man

it's not their beauty I'm hating

no no one understands

she takes his coat broken

up by

television static

it's so frustrating seeing something

that could have been

if you never decided

then you start listening to the news

if you can

in Spanish no English subtitles

nothing else I just told you earlier

these eight am days

they've got me too tired

to walk it off

and I don't think I was on

in the first place

waking up this early

feels like I'm spinning my tires

or maybe I shouldn't stay up so late

but I developed some film today

with that small amount of money

that I get paid

but I don't think it was worth it

for some more pictures of my room

if someone would call

I swear I'd go out to play

but I think I've stopped trying

to find time

for anyone especially myself

especially myself

and I'm no Einstein

but if I look fine

it's cause I know how to bluff

to help someone else

I'll help someone else

no amount of action movies

could make these days less of a bore

but they've given me some good ideas

rest assured

if I was in a crazy car chase

I'd crash my car just because

they'd get blamed

for me pulling my own cord

but a lady gave me her bag today

cause I was carrying more

than I could take

and right off of my shoulders

you know she took a little weight

and I smiled and it was great

and I smiled and it was great

so why have I stopped trying

to find time for anyone

especially myself especially myself

I'm no Einstein but if I look fine

it's cause I know how to bluff

to help someone else

to help someone else

it's not my day hasn't been my week

maybe it's my sign

it's not my day it hasn't been my week

maybe it's my time

it's not my day hasn't been my week

and I don't think I'll ever be fine

it's not my day hasn't been my week

it must be my time

gradually you're going to adjust

to the speed

and you're going to be able to understand

a little more than you originally thought

then you're gunna have to start producing

and you will never ever then-)/);)/$@

we're making love we're getting fucked

we're making up the story

the inventory of my life

yes the news was soft

and the noise comes off

but the blues came as hard as rocks

down the mountain pass

into the sea

so we climb we reassign

we redefined the story

anyone can have their share

with the right face on

in the right armchair

with the right cigar all the good girls care

about holidays and mandatory rings

but I was classically trained

for this sort of thing

rain and the summer heat

sleeping in tents with sleeping intents

in pangs we're all hungering

praying or just wondering

what will happen next

so let's get drunk just get unstuck

the coffee cup is morning

thriving in such hazy times

but the mourning's sweet

on the hot concrete

and I'm not sure defeat

has ever been this kind to anyone

like it has been to me

but I was classically trained

for this sort of thing

rain and the summer heat

sleeping in tents with sleeping intents

in pangs we're all hungering

praying or just wondering

what will happen next

our eulogies forgot

our last impotent thought

thirty years ago on the pier below

all the clouds of thought

our love went on and on and on

and we were stealing soul

from our dapper cloths

as we slowly sold

all the tax deductible portions of ourselves

and on the mainstream news

the gossip was all gospel

and god's favorite colors blue

and the paints bloomed

and they dazzled all the finest eyes

and left out all the cruel ones

so tell me what is true love

tell me what is true

for me it's a little more difficult

with each of my "-&;@:@/(

I have that -/;;:;( until I

but that's not the point

the point is

to constantly engage yourself

because basically all language is

is experience

it's an instinctual process

in which we communicate

using arbitrary um

symbolic encapsulated meaning

ivy up your leg

some stationary dread

you take the high road

and I'll take the head

lie down in bed

conflicted conscience thoroughbred

slowly settling quickly wed

I'll be the peeping tom

if you trim the hedge and lie down in bed

send the news down the wire

soon we'll be gone

there's still time to try the road

mayflowers and mirliton

spit your blues in the fire

spit out your song

dog your heals in finish your drink son

we're gunna lay in the lawn

and feel mortalities high

honey

drip like the Fourth of July

funny

you're finding your face

on magazine covers

and I'm losing faith

in big books on lovers

rehearsing fate and missing the summer

standing in place like a fool

drunk jumping into the pool

if you wanted to go

then I would go

if wanted to go

I would go

do you hear that it's a train of thought

a train of thought came rolling in today

I dreamt we were running on the tide

all last night

through good and bad just skating by

your lips tasted like honey to me then

we smeared to blend like fountain pens

but nothing could be so easy

nothing could be so easy now

easy now

nothing could be so easy now

nothing could be so easy now "

Quoth the Noise

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