Limited edition run of 100 (Unless you guys rapidly convince me otherwise! You read that right....CASSETTE!!! Pressed through NYC's own Cryptic Carousel.
The tapes will come with download cards and you'll still get to download the album to all of your favorite devices, but this album just felt musically and aesthetically like it belonged on something odd and nostalgic and a little old school. Plus, let's be honest you don't primarily really use your CD's beyond a download anyway and I needed something quirky and physically enticing! This is my first cassette release and it will be a limited run so pick them up now, only 100 available!!
Includes unlimited streaming of I've Been Thinking...
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A tragic, puzzling narrative inspired by and adapted from a vignette in the astounding Paul Thomas Anderson film "Magnolia".
P.T. Anderson borrowed and elaborated upon the fictional story of Ronald Opus, created and originally told by Don Harper Mills, then president of the American Academy of Forensic Sciences, in a speech at a banquet in 1987.
When I first saw this in Magnolia, my immediate thought was "that is a brilliant narrative that I would try to write, and wish I did." So I borrowed it for my purposes.
The year was 1958
Los Angeles the cityscape
Seventeen was Sydney's age,
the motive was a quick escape
he simply hated
his parents Arthur and Faye,
could hardly wait to get away
whatever way the wind would take him.
See,
Mr. and Mrs. Barringer
were simplistic bickering characters
disinterested in it's bearing on
their kid, they'd hardly cared for him.
Tight budgets and too tight quarters
might cut their fuses' light's shorter,
tense, turbulence, tend towards testy cursing fits
that steadily worsen to render the term “domestic disturbance”
to “tender attempts at encouragement”
Arthur, was a worthless lush,
Mother, was a termagant,
her words would rush and work him up
to, sure enough, a hurtful drunk,
he'd redden quick, clench his fists,
leave her eyes with purple lumps,
she'd threaten him, a deadly risk,
her screams aside, preferred a gun.
So said Syd' “this settles it”
he devised a terminal jump.
He felt like a lost son,
beaten down more than brought up,
seemed slaughter was all they want done
in the long run,
then Arthur cut his chore funds off just
to afford more gut rot?
That was the last straw,
plucked from a haystack
whose needle is Mom's love.
These thoughts rush on while
he's loading the shotgun.
Then scrawled a note describing
why he'd climb to the 9 story
tall roof he'd choose to take
that fatal fall from.
Not even a week elapsed
the bonds that were weak collapsed,
we could ask “why?”
we've seen the classic “good and evil” clashing
inner demons battle inner peace in eons past
if only powder kegs
that sparked the heated flash
arguments in that apartment
would thaw the frigid shoulders
their titanic seething madness
would inevitably be crashing
perhaps the tragedy
wouldn't have even happened.
The Barringer's bicker back and forth,
tit for tat of course, this and that endured,
“bitch” and “bastard” roared,
pissing match procured,
brick-a-brak has soared,
Syd just grabbed his mournful
disturbing note and fled,
a whisper out the door,
enraged from that violent portal,
meditating he'd preferred to go
ascend to the diving board roof,
fight escalated as he's curling toes,
in no way is this child support!
trembling vertigo,
never saw down that 9 before,
his place just a third below,
despite his suicidal thoughts
terrified to build courage to go,
but when he heard them both,
this pushed him over the edge,
as he stepped off the ledge,
his father's back was pressed
against the wall on the same side
from which his son just stepped,
Fending off Faye's firing squad impression,
an unprecedented accident,
the gun kicked back and by awful chance
the bullet missed Arthur and
hit Syd, ripped apart his chest
as his body plummeted,
this was the cause of death,
since in a believe Ripley or not event,
had it not been for the shot connecting
Sydney would have fallen yes,
but been safely dropped into a window washers net.
Since he loaded the shotgun you'd guess
the suicide was a success
forensics figured it Fayes' fault and said
Sydney was an accomplice in his own end.
credits
from I've Been Thinking...,
released May 3, 2016
All lyrics written and performed by Bruce "AllOne" Pandolfo
Produced by No One (www.noonemusic.com)
Recorded and mixed by Paul Fakatselis
Mastered by Frank Bones (Down The Drain Productions
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
supported by 4 fans who also own “The Case Of Sydney Barringer”
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
