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A Brief History of METERMAIDS As Told Through Pre-Order Extras.

A Brief Metermaids History (To Be Included with Pre-Sales)

A Brief Metermaids History (To Be Included with Pre-Sales) by SWELL.Order your copy of “We Brought Knives” on CD, MP3, & limited edition Cassette HERE.

[Editor's Note: The Metermaids Archive Pack giveaway is over, all of the extras listed have been sent out to new homes. Thanks for all who purchased!]

So, I don’t know if anyone will give a shit to receive any of these items included with their pre-sale.  For some reason it was important to me to get them out into the world now, with the release of We Brought Knives.  We Brought Knives feels like the culmination of something; Sentence, M. Stine and I have now been working together for seven years.  In terms of the individual talents we bring to the table, and the combined aesthetic we have been working so hard to find all this time, this record is as good as it gets.

We’ve made a bunch of records that I’m really proud of.  Each of them has hinted at a greater potential.  I think we’ve finally hit on that potential this time around.  If people aren’t feeling this one, I feel comfortable walking away knowing that we actually did the best we could.  In emailing with Sage around the time we submitted the record to SFR, I said that we had finally made the effort to record a defining statement.  We took our time, set the bar high internally, and then didn’t stop tweaking until we all felt like we had nailed it.

I think any effort like that will make a man reflective.

When we were thinking about pre-sales I decided that I wanted to give away as much of my personal stuff as we could.  This record is everything, right?  So if I could have afforded to give away every piece of personal memorabillia associated with the past seven years I would have.  Unfortunately I still do need to have a couple of shirts that I can wear on the weekends.  So, all that said, here is a rundown of the items that you might receive with your pre-order.  Just some context in case you’re wondering why the hell there is a dirty hat included with your order.

1.  New Jersey and California

My first foray into actually doing this hip hop shit was with one of my best friends, Joel.  We formed a group in 2000 that we called MyDogBear.  We self-released an album, got to play a bunch of actually dope shows, and generally smoked a lot of weed and had a lot of fun with each other.  It was awesome.  Eventually Joel decided to move to San Francisco, which put an end to MyDogBear.  He now lives next door to me in Brooklyn, which is the best thing ever.  But I digress.

Without my rap partner, the only dude I ever wanted to make hip hop with, I felt understandably lost.  I wasn’t particularly confident in my rapping abilities at the time (or now), but I did fancy myself a pretty good producer.  So I made a ton of beats.  I knew of Sage Francis’s open-door policy regarding beats, and had had contact with him through Joel and I’s other best friend MC Squared, so I FLOODED SAGE WITH BEATS FOR MONTHS.  Seriously.  It’s embarassing to think about now.  I probably sent him like 50 beats over a two year period.

New Jersey and California is made up ENTIRELY of beats that Sage didn’t want.  My friend Adam opened a studio in his West Village apartment in the fall of 2002 (all of these years could be completely wrong, I have no idea), and he graciously let me record everything with him.  After no one wanted my beats, I just decided fuck it.  I’ll rap to them myself.

Even though it was self-produced (save for one song, produced by Joel’s brother Brant) and had no other rappers on it, I chose the name Metermaids for the project.  It is officially the first release bearing that name.  My friend Tommy came on as a DJ, and we were off to the races.

There’s some decent stuff on there.  The song “Love Song”, which was written for my now wife and baby mama, is obviously particularly meaningful in our household.

The reason why I wanted to include a bunch of copies of this record in the pre-sale is the record is not digitally available anywhere.  So, unless I personally sold it to you at a show years ago, there is no chance you’ve heard it.  In this day and age, isn’t that a weird thought?

2.  Personal Flyer Collection

There are six flyers that I have saved for personal reasons, over the course of the last seven years.  I don’t even think we’ve printed a flyer in the last four years.  Ha.  Here is their significance:

Lucky Cat Flyer: I saved this one because before this show we were interviewed for a show on Brookly Public Access Television.  They recorded the performance as well.  The show itself was dope – but it was Metermaids first appearance on television.  More of a big deal in theory, of course.  I’m sure that ALMOST ten people watched the show.

Style Factory Flyer: I saved this flyer because the show was dedicated to our homey Leftist who passed away tragically a month or so previously.  The show was packed the fuck out and amazing, and made all the better because everyone was there to celebrate this wonderful kid.  I didn’t know him as well as some, but his absence in our little scene was palpable afterwards.  Special people are special people.  I still think about him regularly.

CBGB Flyer: This is included because CBGB’s is no longer around, and we were fortunate enough to play a show there before it all ended.  I actually think it closed down pretty soon afterwards.  It was us and a bunch of metal bands.  Ha.  Perfect.  That’s one of those personal “tick this off the bucket list” shows.  I don’t even know how I came away with the flyer, but it’s the only one I’ve ever seen.

The Bagel Flyer: We were accepted through a Sonic Bids submission (jesus, remember Sonic Bids???) to play North by Northeast in like 2005 or 2006.  Sentence and I played NXNE together as Metermaids the next year too.  This one was special, though, because we were SO PROUD OF OURSELVES for being selected.  Then, on top of that, once we were in Toronto, one of the local papers had given us a write-up as one of the “groups to see”.  We were over the moon.  We printed up like 500 of these suckers and spent the night before running around Toronto getting drunk and passing them out.  The show was at an ACTUAL BAGEL SHOP, but it was packed out and amazing.  One of my favorite music memories.

Shangri-La Flyer: In the fall of 2007 the new Metermaids (meaning Sentence had joined the crew) booked a three week tour that we deemed the “Team Rad” tour, after the greatest movie ever made.  Most DIY tours, especially as virtual unknowns, are fucking nightmares.  The shitty shows FAR outweigh the good ones.  There was something special about this tour though.  Every show was dope.  We finished up with a ridiculous show at the Viper Room in LA and Sentence and I drove home to Brooklyn in three days.  That drive home was a physical and emotional endurance test, but man was that tour fun.  MC Squared joined us for the West Coast.  This flyer is for the first show on that tour, with our homeys the Misinformants, in Detroit.  Good memories.

Arlene’s Grocery Flyer: We’ve played Arlene’s Grocery like 1,000 times.  Not joking.  Love that place.  I saved this flyer because it was one of the first “showcase” shows that Sentence and I ever did.  Notice the early time – gotta make sure you get those industry peeps right after work.  It’s meaningful to me now because fuck a showcase.  Tip to rising artists – if what you’re doing is dope, the industry people will come to you.  Never feel like you have to set up events to impress them.

3.  Pirate’s Hat

This hat held me down for the bulk of our “we really want to be famous” phase.  What a workhorse.  You can see the sweatstains on it yo.  I wore it during excruciating industry-style interviews like this. Man, I can barely watch that.  And no, the crowd at the Fabolous show didn’t boo us.  They just let us know, emphatically, that they only wanted us to do ONE more song.  Not two.  Hahahahaha.  Sentence and I were really into the black and yellow color combo back then.  So the Pirates hat seemed perfect.  Lotta mileage out of that one.  Glad that it will live on in someone else’s household.  Because it no longer fits my GIANT HEAD.

4.  North by Northeast Market Table Laminant

Again, some of my favorite memories are from the festival up in Toronto.  I don’t know if it’s become hella commercialized in recent years, but the two years we played it were beautiful.  Just great bands playing great shows.  During the day they set up a music market in a square in the city where you could sell merch and meet people and bands, and it was awesome.  This item means so much to me because that second year we played the festival it was a full family affair.  Me and my wife, Sentence and his wife, M. Stine and his wife, Tommy, and our manager Matt (who is one of my best friends) were all up there together.  I’m getting nostalgic right now.  I want to call everyone.  Ha.

5.  King Stampede Hat

So, we had a friend who worked with King Stampede back in the day.  As such, we were given a shit ton of free KS gear.  It still makes up the majority of my wardrobe.  What a sad realization that is.  Anyway.  This hat has logged more miles on the road than any clothing item I have.  I think two full tours.  So many shows.  You can see the evidence right on the hat.  It’s documented, too – check out this video from the “Traveling Circuits” tour – there he is, holding me down in Ft. Wayne Indiana.  Again, happy to think that he might find a life elsewhere, now that he no longer fits my enormous head.

6.  King Stampede “Stampede” Shirt

Another workhorse item of clothing from a tour-heavy period.  Not much to say. I wore it for some of the highest highs and lowest lows of my life.

6.  Traveling Circuits Tour Poster – Humboldt

Like I mentioned before, most DIY tours are a nightmare.  This tour was a nightmare.  We were on the road with our good friends Bisc1 (now Bisco Smith), Domer, and DJ Halo for about a month.  The whole idea was to tour to get to SXSW where us and Bisco had showcases.  But it was hastily put together, and most of the shows were wack.  Bisco and his crew almost died in a car accident in Washington state, we started in-fighting soon thereafter, and it just wasn’t worth anyone’s time.  The reason I saved this poster is because Bisco is one of the illest designers ever, and put together such dope collateral for the tour.  The Humboldt show was terrible, but the venue printed up these posters at least.  So I swiped one.  ALSO – the show happened in 2008, and this poster stayed in my car (that we toured in) until last week.  I’m not joking.  Six or so years in my car.

7.  Transformers Shirt

Remember that showcase flyer from before at Arlene’s?  We were so set on impressing people that our manager actually took me out to buy new clothes for it.  I have always been a bit of a fashion liability.  Ha.  This shirt was one of those purchases.  More representative than anything else, in terms of this collection.  But for what it’s worth, it has the least wear / tear/ Sean sweat on it than any of the other items!

8.  Brooklyn Hip Hop Festival Artist Pass

We were able to play the BHHF in its fifth year, which was one of the awesomest experiences of my entire life.  It was a rainy, disgusting day, but that actually worked to all the artists’ advantage – the organizers set up a tent which forced all the attendees to be centralized for the performances.  Must have been a couple thousand people in front of us.  Easily the largest crowd we had ever rocked for at the time.  The feeling of walking out on that stage… maaaaaaaaaaaan.  I thought I was going to fly and puke at the same time.  We killed, though.  And got to meet Raven who is still one of my favs I’ve met doing this shit.  Another amazing memory that I hadn’t fully thought about in a long time until I typed this up.  So, whoever get this – please take care of it!

9.  King Stampede “NY” Shirt

One of my favorite shirts I’ve ever owned.  This is the toughest thing to give away, considering I still was wearing it regularly.  It was given to me the morning of the “Turn the Lights Out” video shoot.  Obviously I decided to rock it in the video.  Little known fact about that video: I am not in it that much.  You wanna know why?  I blacked out drunk on the pavement outside where we were shooting!  One of the least proud moments of my entire life.  Love that shirt though.

10.  MY “Metermaids” Bandana

This is an artifact from the happier recent years of Metermaids.  Sentence designed these dope bandanas, which we’ve never been able to keep in stock.  This one was MINE, though.  And I wore it during my favorite show we’ve ever played – with Sage Francis at the Independent in San Francisco.  I wore it the next night too, in San Diego.  Man that little tour was so good.  So whoever gets this, you are holding onto my link to the happiest hip hop period of my life.

Nov 30

Sage Francis tour dates in Asia, California, Oregon

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The North American, European, Australian and New Zealand tours were FUCKING AWESOME. We did over 75 shows in 2014 and there’s still 4 left in South Korea and Japan. Thank you so much for the continued support.In the meantime, THE HOLIDAY SALE IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW AT STRANGE FAMOUS.

I return to the California and Oregon in January for 7 shows:
1/24 – Indio, CA at The Date Shed: TICKETS
1/26 – Fullerton, CA @ Slidebar Cafe (FREE SHOW) 122 E Commonwealth
1/27 – Santa Ana, CA @ The Observatory ($5 – ALL AGES)
1/28 – Fresno, CA @ Fulton 55 (21+) TICKETS
1/29 – Sacramento, CA @ Harlows TICKETS
1/30 – San Francisco, CA @ Mezzanine TICKETS
1/31 – Portland, OR @ Alhambra Theatre TICKETS
2/1 – Bend, OR @ Domino Room (Doors at 8 – ALL AGES – tickets at Ranch Records)

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SOUTH KOREA TOUR DATES:
Dec 19 Daegu, SK at Jeng-iy Collective: TICKETS
Dec 20 Busan, SK at Club Realize TICKETS

JAPAN:
Dec 28 Osaka, Japan at Conpass: http://www.conpass.jp/5748.html
Dec 29 Tokyo, Japan @ Shibuya Plug http://shibuya-plug.tv/schedule/203/

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Nov 25

METERMAIDS: The Stories Behind the Songs of ‘We Brought Knives’

SWELL of Metermaids tells the tales behind the songs on their newest album “We Brought Knives”, out NOW on SFR!

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Here is my breakdown of the first song on our new record, We Brought Knives. It’s called “The Legend of Mal Hombre”. I really like it.

11 days to go y’all.

1. The Legend of Mal Hombre

1. The Legend of Mal Hombre

The intro music you hear as the album begins was recorded live in Ecuador by M. Stine’s sister in law, walking down some alley in some town.  A passing marching band, which as I listen to the record more becomes creepier and creepier.  She emailed it to Matty during a beat-making session.  We all just loved it, and wanted to use it somewhere on the record.  So now it is the first sound you hear.  I don’t know why, but I love it.  It sets the tone for the record.

Sentence and I did the bulk of the writing for We Brought Knives in one night at my parents’ house while they were away.  Two subs from Jersey Mike’s (delicious).  Sun chips (delicious).  Cigarettes and some whiskey.  Basically the same formula for every record.  We wrote from like 6PM to maybe 3 or 4AM?  I think we got seven or eight of the songs done in that one sitting.

While we wrote this song, trading lines back and forth on Sentence’s laptop, whoever wasn’t writing would be working on a different song.

I don’t want to give the impression that the record was haphazardly put together; the opposite is true.  Before we sat down to write anything we talked for months about what the songs would be about.  I was just a big fan of the idea of taking our poured over outlines and actually writing the shit in a blur of unbridled creativity.  Which is why it was also important to go someplace where we wouldn’t be distracted.

The song is inspired by a story I heard third hand about an interaction between two rappers that we all know and love.  Somtimes an image is an image.  Sometimes emulating a manufactured image can be pretty goddamned dangerous.

LYRICS:

Mal Hombre that hardbody.  Walk softly.  Talk shit and carry a big stick.  Get lifted when the spliff’s lit.  Got his veins all filled with black coffee.  Drug through the dirt with the mud on his shirt and his nerves all – don’t you dare slackjaw me.  Fights at the bar.  Spiders in a jar.  Sits with a long list of bad hobbies.  Like back off me.  Do you want to die, kid?  Got them bourbon heavy eyelids.  Four door Chevy.  White rims.  They like him.  It’s like this.  Live fast, die pretty in a side ditch.  Don’t care about tomorrow.  Steal beg and borrow.  Still they ain’t never gonna find prints.  

We heard whispers coming from the bigger kids.  They combed their hair just like his.  They dropped their baseball cards and packed their daddy’s switchblades on some fight shit.  Intrigued by the way the police had a thing when see him their hand went to the nightstick.  Instinct.  Every king on the scene has a dream of a million little sidekicks.  I knew as sure as shit I’d meet him.  So I kept my blade sharp.  My peoples ran the blocks so heads knew they shouldn’t be playing in the dark.  Got the name with the spraypaint drip.  Got stomped if you talked to the narcs.  Told them they can’t maintain shit.  Everybody knew better not to start.

The same drugs as him.  Hold up.  The same slugs as him.  Sho ’nuff.  The same bitches on my dick.  You damn right I fucked your friend girl.  So what?  Nothing’s gonna stop what we started.  No one’s going to try and step up.  Worked hard for the spot.  Dog recognize the fox.  We’re both trying to find the next hunt.  Get smacked up.  Slapped up.  Knifed up.  Shot up.  On some BYOB shit, baby boy.  You can think about it kind of like a pot luck.  Think about your outline chalked up.  Didn’t think about getting locked up.  Locked in a battle.  Lost in the saddle.  Never thought the door was gonna lock.  Fuck.

Swing.

Smile in the wrong place, hombre.  You’re rocking a long face with the tooth missing.  Jewels missing.  Shoes missing.  Bust the knuckles out.  Sunk them in a stool pigeon.  You’re screaming like a bitch, son.  Who’ll listen?  No cops now.  No lockdown.  Kind of like romantic pop now.  Check how the moon will make the tool glisten.  Few screws missing.  Couple bolts loose.  Getting aggravated at you, daddy.  Don’t move.  No white lights.  Just blackouts.  Got a game I like to play.  It’s got no rules.

Old shoes.  If I want a new pair, monfrere, then I’m making you a code blue.  I’m like: hold this.  You’re like: oh shit.  I’m like: shut up, bitch.  You’re like: don’t shoot.  I’m an artist and I only paint with flatlines.  Only color in except where it’s green.  I’m a bad guy.  I’m a beast.  I’m a thug.  I’m a scanner.  I’m a chud.  Live forever because I can’t die.

I finally met the old legend down at Johnny B’s.  Mal Hombre.  Big Papi.  I told him let’s shoot a bag out back.  His eyes met mine.  He said yo, not me.  But your the jefe de jefe’s.  Mean motherfucker.  Bone crusher.  Undisputed baddest.  Not one of these fancy other suckers could say a thing to ever touch your status.  I told him I wrote my story in blood.  My blade is your blade, daddy.  I’m you’re student.  He said life ain’t a movie.  If you can’t figure that out -

That’s on you, stupid.

2. House On Fire

House on Fire started as a different song – one Sentence and I wrote in our frenzied night of writing.  Different beat too.  When we were finished with it, though, it wasn’t clicking.  So we did something that Metermaids has basically never done:

We trashed it and started all over.

Pretty fitting when I think about the emotion behind the song.  A lot of life has happened between the release of Rooftop Shake and We Brought Knives.  A lot of life is continuing right now.  Shit that is fundamentally changing Sentence and I as people, and the relationships around us.  As someone who hates chage, I like exactlynone of it.  But I know it’s necessary.  I GUESS.

I’ve never had an issue, per se, with abusing any kind of substance.  My adult life has been about work and reward.  And that has helped me keep a good balance.  Kids don’t hurt in keeping a man in check.  But I know that I am capable of heavy, destructive addiction.  I become addicted to basically everything I touch.  I once, while working as a dog walker, ate a bodega out of its entire supply of Pop Tarts in like a week.  WHY WOULD SOMEONE EVER DO THAT.  I find things I like and I compulsively engage with them over, and over, and over.  Even at work now I will sometimes realize that I’ve listened to the same song fifty times in a row.  Weird shit, too, like this.

My issue has always been, when drinking or doing drugs, I binge.  I have no desire to be a social drinker, or to smoke a little weed with friends, etc.  Same goes for some of the heavier shit I dabbled in during my younger years.  I like to get fuuuuuuuuucked uuuuuuup.  Still do.  Now, I just rarely let myself.  It’s a rare treat.  I have to wake up in the morning and get kids changed out of their pajamas.  I have to go to the park and play.  So there’s a cost associated.  If I’m going to go hard, I have to be willing to pay the price.  It’s basically never worth it.  Spend a day with a three year old while nursing a fantastic hangover.  Do it.  I dare you.

In a fuuuuuucked uuuuuuup state a while back, I started wondering why I had this compulsion.  Here is the conclusion I came to: I have always been an emotional person.  I’m a Cancer son.  It’s in the blood.  Or the moon, or whatever.  I’m sentimental.  I get really attached to things.  My body becomes like how my apartment is.  Nothing ever gets thrown out.  Everything that has even the slightest significance finds its way into a closet somehwere, tucked in a drawer, lost in winter jacket pockets.  It builds up.  And builds up.  And I can feel it in my bones.  My body doesn’t feel good most days.  It’s changed my behavior as I’ve gotten older and naturally have less energy.  I feel sick when I have to leave my apartment to attend a social function.  A part of me feels like I don’t have the excess energy to spare.  I feel weighed down.  My linen closet probably feels the same way.

The release from truly getting fucked up is like a temporary, warm, beautiful house fire.  Burn it all, start from zero.  I know it’s not actually that.  But that’s how it feels to me.  Fucking amazing.  As amazing as a house on fire.

Sentence’s verse is so much better than mine, IMHO.  His line about witnessing his grandfather’s passing sent a chill up my spine when he recorded it in the studio.

LYRICS:

I’ll keep it all.  Let the bittersweet dissolve on my tongue.  Burn the house to ash.  Save it all in my lungs.  Smash it all to pieces.  The pretty things.  The grimy bits.  Swirl it all around.  Gather round to see what’s inside of it.  I’ll keep high school, for real.  All of it.  I’ll keep the Wu Tang.  The camoflage and goggle shit.  I’ll keep my first records.  First raps.  Wack beats.  Makeshift Gods.  Voicebox records and rap beef.  Putting guts on the street.  Sneaking over fences trying to duck the police.  The day we watched Grandpa’s last breath – I’ll keep it.  Little James with his hand on his heart like the pledge of allegiance.  I’ll keep the painful times.  The ones that made me toughen up.  The times I fixed it all.  The times I clearly fucked it up.  The painkillers.  The black eyes and broken teeth.  Sometimes you just dive in. That’s how you know it’s deep.

Let it go.  Like a house on fire.

You can take all of the 7th grade and most of the 5th.  The taste of white wine on the last one’s lips.  The look on her face and the cuts on her wrist.  Every song I made before I knew to fuck with the mix.  My grandmother’s stroke and dials tuned to the AM.  Basic Lights and whatever keeps me awake at night.  Taking flights without medicine.  Fuck it. Foie gras and venison.  Flourescent lights.  Every time I made my sister cry.  Every night I ever spent with dirty clothes on the floor.  Sleeping in unmade beds.  Losing friends in the blink of an eye.  Pat on the back like a kiss goodbye.  My middle school record collection.  Pictures in the winter.  Broken bones in the summertime.  Bee stings and splinters.  Credits after movies.  Feeling like I’ll never make it.  Opiates and therapy, pretty much the same shit.  Hold the river choked like you’re hydroelectric.  But yo, you can take it.  Trust me you can take it.

Let it go.  Like a house on fire.

3. I’m Alive So Everything I Own Is My Lucky Everything [featuring Sage Francis & Prolyphic | cuts by Buddy Peace]

Songwriting 101, kids – the longer the song title, the doper the song.  Case in point.

This was the final song recorded for We Brought Knives.  It was originally intended to be a bonus cut for the physical release, but when we heard the final mix we agreed it was too dope to not be a full fledged family member.  I’m also not going to write out the lyrics, because our homey Hugo is working on one of those dope lyric-videos that I’ve always wanted.  WORK FASTER, HUGO!  When we release that video I’ll update this post.  Boom.

The idea for the song was inspired by the last few dates on the Copper Gone tour, where we had the blessing of accompanying Sage, Dolan, Lord Grunge, Madge, Irena, and Prolyphic for shows in Philly, Portland, and Providence.

I was inspired during this mini-run, again, by the Strange Famous records aesthetic.  Nobdy’s trying to do anything gimmicky.  Nobody’s going for the cheap PR grab.  To quote Dolan: “They don’t want to grind out on the road like I do.  They just stay home and hope to go viral“.  SFR is made up of people who record and perform really, really well.  Nobody is going to be a blog darling.  Nobody is ever going to excite these finicky Brooklyn kids who rely on Mishka to tell them who is hot.  But you could take the line-up of those Copper Gone shows and put it up against any other group of hip hop artists – if SFR isn’t blowing them away, we’re at least holding our own.  Dead ass.

It’s working man’s hip hop (shouts to Prolyphic).  And I couldn’t think of a higher compliment.  Do your job, and do it well.  Don’t make a big deal out of it.  This is what my momma and poppa taught me.  This is why SFR is the label we fought so hard to be a part of.  After an incredible Providence show to close out Sage’s tour, the whole crew met up at iHop for a 2AM family brunch.  It was fucking amaaaaaaaazing.  Another memory to get tucked away and recalled when I’m trying to remember how good life can be sometimes.

To that end, we reached out to Sage, Prolyphic, and Dolan to jump on the song.  Only Dolan wasn’t able to – but he’s in the middle of writing two records I believe, so it was understandable.  I’ll hold out hopes for a Redux.  The magnamous Buddy Peace laid the cuts down, and voilah: another entry into my “favorite collaborations we’ve ever been a part of” list.  I CANNOT WAIT TO PERFORM THIS LIVE SOME DAY.  WITH BUDDY PEACE.  SOMEONE BUY HIM A TICKET.

I’ll summarize by quoting Prolyphic’s closing line from the song: “Did three shows in a row, but I’m back in time at 9:00 on Monday”.

Damn straight.

4. Profiteer

I’ve said it a number of times, including in an interview with The Bee Shine that we did on Saturday – I think that, pound for pound, this is the best song we’ve ever made.

First off, it’s one of my favorite beats that M. Stine has ever made.  So intricate.  The car noise you hear at the beginning of Sentence’s verse is a real-life binaural recording that Stine made himself.  When the sound cuts out it gives me goosebumps every time.  PUSH PLAY.

Sentence and I discussed this song at length in our car ride to my parent’s empty house for our “album writing night”, so by the time we got started we were both primed and ready to go.  I remember writing a full verse and scrapping it and starting again.  We wanted to make sure we didn’t get over-explainy.  It’s tough though, right?  The desire to make sure that everyone understands what you’re going for vs. your desire to let paint a picture and let people inject their own meaning.

The complexity in being in a group, as opposed to just one writer, is that there has to be a tremendous amount of trust when you’re attempting a concept that’s on the subtle side.  The verse that I was happy with was open ended.  So the success or failure of the song was / is completely dependent on Sentence.  I think his verse is the most impressive bit of writing he’s done since we became Metermaids.  The thing with Sentence is, before I even knew him (he moved to New York in 2006?), I had heard about him.  And how dope he was.  His solo stuff was really, really fucking good.  And even with the songs that we did with friends back in the day, Sentence was also like the varsity dude playing on the JV team.  And I lump myself in with the JV team here.

Go find (I don’t know how) the Business Casual project we did with our homeys Broke, Domer, and Kats – you will hear it.  When Sentence jumps on the track it just sounds different.  He’s really fucking good, is my point here.  And sometimes I still can’t believe that he was OK linking up with me to do this.  He would have been succesful in any format he wanted to move in.  He’s also a really good producer – he produced this for Sage and Slug waaaaaaay back in the day.

Regardless – he brought everything full circle in Profiteer, and he did it in the most subtle and artful way I could have imagined.

The song is inspired by real people we know and some real life shit.  Sometimes the act of remembering a lost icon, or keeping their memory alive, or whatever, can feel preeeeeeeeeeetty exploitative.  Especially with musicians.  Or maybe I just think that because musicians are the group I run in.  Sometimes people get sharp elbows when it comes to shaping the legacy of the deceased.  I have so many issues with death, so maybe I’m sensitive to it.  Whatever.  It’s all in Sentence’s verse.  Remember when I talked about how artfully he laid everything out?  Now I’m trying to undo that.  Ha.

LYRICS:

A hundred dollars plus tax to make them feel me yo.  Typewriter font.  Right arm.  Written clearly so you can’t misread.  She told me it’d be healing slow.  I told her that I lost somebody near me.  You don’t hear me though.  Your room is still just like you left it.  Bookmark in the book.  Sixty pages til the ending.  I read the last page once.  I was sitting on your bed.  The woman leaves her husband for his friend.  The end.

In the sixth grade they packed us up and took us to the zoo.  I don’t remember much.  Cold wind.  Sky was blue.  Winter’s over so the outside world gets reacquainted.  Plain probably just happy that I wasn’t at the school.  So we talked shit to the lions.  Tried to lure the bear out.  Ate lunch in the sun.  Mad fun.  Tried to make the cheetah run but it didn’t seem to care now.  Screamed so loud the teacher almost pulled her hair out.

Amped for the section with the snakes.  Diamond back.  Feel the shiver when you hear the rattle shake.  I saw a great albino python in a cage.  Glass walls.  Didn’t move when I pressed up with my face.  The plaque said it’s too unique for the field.  Pretty markings only make it a predator’s meal.  The snake could only ever survive in the zoo.  It’s bugged out because that snake is you.  You couldn’t watch TV.  Couldn’t sit still in the car. Keep quiet in class.  Work a job and kiss someone’s ass.  So they had to let you out.  I’m still trying to figure out what it’s about.

Got your name tatted on my flesh.  Yeah, we’re bout it bout it.  Story written in my heart.  Yeah, we love it love it.  I’m never going to let you die.  I’m never going to let you die.

I wrote this song about things that I thought were cool and I sang it to you sitting in traffic one afternoon.  When I was done the car started moving and we were silent.  I never asked until this day.  I still don’t know if you liked it.  Push play.  Iggy sang Lust for Life.  And everyone in Attica got tucked in at night.  Man on the moon.  To live is to die.  An angel in harlem.  American pie.

You remember that summer when Jimmy found a dead body?  You said to leave it alone.  They said it was shot to death probably.  And when the deputy finally pulled him out of the lake you looked at me seriously and said when I’m gone remember my face.  I’ll build a monument.  I’ll clear a forest.  I’ll change a river’s direction.  I’ll build a fortress.  I’ll drop my courses.  I’ll build an army of soldiers.  I’ll invade a country.  I’ll build warships.

I’m a mindreader.  I’ll finish your thoughts.  Give me a number to guess.  I’m the boss.  I’m a mindreader.  Tell your mom to call me.  I became a shaman.  You became a zombie.  Because I’m the only friend that you got.  Sit still.  I’m going to finish your thoughts.  I’m the only friend that you need.  Don’t you dare mess with me. 

5. Advice I Know You Won’t Follow

Having kids is a surefire way to bring your own mortality riiiiiiiight to the front of your mind.  I used to be absolutely terrified of death.  I had my first ever full-shut-down-panic-attack the summer before September 11th.  My friend John had died of an overdose the week before, and I returned home from a party and all of a sudden physically couldn’t walk.  It was like someone had hit me in the head with a shovel.  I stumbled up the walkway into my house and somehow made it into my bed, convinced that I wasn’t going to wake up in the morning.

I arrived in London for a semester abroad on September 9th, 2011.  On the morning of September 11th I went with some new friends and bought tickets to Amsterdam, because at the time I was reaaaaaaaaaaally enjoying drugs.  Two hours later my life was very different.  The anxiety that I had dabbled in before just never left my body, ever.  I don’t think I slept for three months.  I went to the hospital a lot.  And I smoked a lot of cigarettes.  I was so scared that I was going to die – in my sleep, of a heart attack, of an anneurysm, whatever.  IT WAS A GREAT SEMESTER ABROAD.  TOTALLY RECOMMENDED.

It took me most of my 20′s to get this crippling anxiety under control.  Eventually you just think, fuck it – if I die, at least I won’t have to deal with this shit anymore.  As macabre as that sounds, it is how I mentally was able to get back to the table to be a functioning human being.  Then my first son was born.

Suddenly my own death was the last thing I would ever worry about.  I had this realization on a plane.  See, I am also terrified of flying.  En route to a friend’s wedding our plane hit some heavy turbulence.  Rather than curl up into a sweaty ball like I usually would, I got angry.  Angry that I wasn’t going to spend more time with my kid.  I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone else.  But I realized in that moment that again, my life was very different.  I don’t care about myself as much anymore.  It’s a good thing, because obviously I’m a bit of a narcissist.

This song (and the album, if I’m being honest) is an effort to get everything important down on record in case I get hit by a bus, or whatever.  When we finished the album I felt a peace that I hadn’t felt before.  We finally went for our defining statement as a group.  I think we did it.  So really that’s all that matters (I REALLY, REALLY HOPE EVERYONE LIKES IT TOO).  And if I drop dead tomorrow, at least my kids will know the somewhat less important shit that they should be paying attention to.  Being a kind, caring person is all stuff their mother can cover with them.  Sentence and I are picking up the slack with the rest.

We have a lovely video shot for this that we will be releasing soon. (Editor’s Note: IT’S HERE!)

I also want to add that Sentence took extra time to write his verse because he wanted it to be really good, and that means so much to me you have no idea.  Lastly, the “Na Na Na Na” in the hook stems from a singing game that I played with my son to kill time on our way back from daycare.  Just a little inside joke for me and the kid.

LYRICS:

Never pay more than $5 for lunch.  There’s always someone more tired than you on the train.  Don’t sample anything but vinyl.  Trust me.  It’s not the same.  Being a dick to girls won’t help to get you laid.  Well, maybe a little bit.  But with shades of grey.  Don’t shave your face in a hurry.  Don’t be so afraid of change.  

Tell the people that you love that you love them.  Make music like nobody will hear it.  If you’re ever at a wedding and the dancefloor is empty – dance hard, motherfucker.  Be fearless.  Don’t play video games in public.  Don’t take shots at people in private.  Don’t hate your favorite bands for selling out arenas even though the club shows are the livest.

Bruce Springsteen is the truth.  I used to sing Thunder Road when I rocked you to sleep.  Remember people’s names when you meet.  Nas is the best MC, he just picks shitty beats.  A driver’s license is a man’s most important possession.  Be confident in everything that you right.  It’s not always smart to walk away from a fight.  Fuck an early bird.  All the best shit happens at night.

What you don’t say says the most about you as a man.  Uncle Six Guns knows better than me.  Don’t drink until you are unaffected.  Don’t think you’re a rebel for smoking some weed.  Jeremy told me I wouldn’t know the feeling til it happened.  I was scared but I see that it’s true.  Don’t smoke cigarettes.  Be nice to your mother.  I’ll be here as long as I’m able.  The rest is on you.

Hey.  You’re going to be alright.

Broke is OK.  Money is way overrated.  And the strangest fucking weirdos are the nicest.  Rule #1: trust your gut no matter what.  Rule #2: the best slang and best style are timeless.  Don’t say something if you don’t believe it.  Don’t believe something just because you hear it.  No matter how upset the motherfuckers on the train make you feel don’t ever let them break your spirit.

Your folks are alright.  You might not know this til your older.  When you do you’ll realize the traits they passed down.  But on some real shit try not to puke where someone else will have to clean it.  They charge you for that in cabs now.  If you ever see Ultramagnetic on wax, cop that.  Don’t ever feel like you need to be part of the dog pack.  No one knows more than those who’ve seen the bottom and clawed back.  And nothing on the internet counts as human contact.

New York City don’t make you a better person.  Either does being atheist or vegan.  You can be a saint no matter who you pray to.  And you can be an asshole no matter what you’re eating.  If you find cash on the ground it’s fair game.  Don’t feel guilty.  Always take a second to breathe, man.  We can write a million stories about how to live your life.  But you can tell it better than we can.

Hey.  You’re going to be alright. 

6. IYAM

Happy Thanksgiving yo.

I have feelings about Williamsburg, man.  Feelings.  Sentence lived in the heart for a long time.  Before that, one of my best friends Matt (and our original manager) lived there too.  I’ve spent a lot of time there.  Now, not so much.  But as an impressionable young-20′s dude, I had my fill.

I hate how the term hipster is used.  People use it to mock kids for the way they dress, or for the music they listen to, or what they read, whatever.  That’s never felt right to me.  Do a combination of these things make someone a hipster?  Is there a limit?  It took me like five years to come up with my own definition of a hipster where I felt I could make sense of it all, if only for my own sake:

A hipster (to me) is someone who needs to pause after ANY experience and decide based on other factors if they enjoyed the experience or not.  Does that make sense to anyone else?  Like, they might hear a Taylor Swift song that is a perfectly written pop song that everyone else in the world likes and initially they might enjoy it too.  Because, again – perfectly written pop songs are to be enjoyed by basically everyone.  But instead of going with that, they think:

1. It is not cool to like Taylor Swift

2. It has not become cool, in an ironic sense, to like Taylor Swift

3.  As a direct result of #1 and #2, I do not like this song

That reasoning, to me, is what makes someone a hipster.  They cannot read a book and determine on their own if they liked it.  They first must WEIGH THE FACTS.  My little discourse here has little to do with anything.  I’m just proud of my hipster definition and wanted to get it down on paper before I forgot it.

The beat for IYAM was based on a beatbox I used to do to make my first son laugh.  Fact: my two sons both experienced their first full-on-laughs to an MC Squared beatbox routine.  The same one.  He used it to win an episode of Showtime at the Apollo.  I have video of both events, and it’s the fucking best.

The beat started off super simple.  Then M. Stine got his dirty little hands all in it.  I think it’s one of the more intricate things on the album.  So beautiful to me.  It’s a microcosm of what we were going for with the whole record – detailed enough that hopefully you can hear new things on the tenth listen, but hard enough to shake your fucking car if you feel so inclined.

I thought of the hook on a train ride home from Williamsburg.  I had drank, in the course of like two hours, an entire bottle of whiskey with my before-mentioned friend Matt.  We were just in his apartment bullshitting too.  No idea why we went that hard.  That’s just to say that when I got on the platform I was already in an emotional state.  Haha.  I was feeling angry and loving and smashy and sad and all the wonderful emotions that wash you out when you’re really, really drunk.

As I rode the train, I was mesmerized by everyone around me.  I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard everyone was trying to stick out just enough from the crowd.  It felt so weird to witness.  WHAT IS MY TWIST ON THE UNIFORM SON.  I grew up in Jersey, too.  It’s not like I haven’t changed the way I dress since I’ve moved to Brooklyn.  My jeans are tighter.  Haha.  But in my head I couldn’t stop repeating “I am not like you.  I am not like you”.  Like I said, I was in a state.

So the song is sort of a yell into the void.  The hook is a declaration of independence.  The verses are an admission that of course we still define ourselves the same way these kids do – with the music we listen to, the books we read, the movies we like.  It was a cathartic exercise to sing (rap) lyrics that have meant so much to us for so long.  SFR family are in there.  How could they not be?  Every line in the verses is taken from someone else.  It’s a collage of music that made us who we are.  And then a scream that we are STILL UNIQUE, MUHFUCKAS.  The lawsuit on this sucker could be tremendous.

LYRICS:

School’s out for summer.  School’s out forever.  Run and scream.  Kill the king and rail at all his servants.  Make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of the snake.  Because I’ve been face to face with the serpent.  Thirteen is my lucky number.  You got bad luck.  Metermaids.  Brooklyn.  Live and uncut.  It’s all over now, baby blue.  It’s been some rocky ground.  Sure shot.  Dead to the world.  Bury me now.

If you got the money, honey, we got your disease.  Number nine should have been number one to me.  You can’t hurt me.  I’m banned in DC.  Because the piano’s been drinking, not me.  I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime.  Trade in my hours for a hand full of dimes.  Because I’m wanted dread or alive.  Nowhere to hide.  Smoke on the water.  Fire in the sky.

I am the only one to ever feel like, look like, do it like this.

No man’s an island.  I am a rock.  Pop goes the weasal.  The weasal goes pop.  With a freestlye like that, you’re bound to get shot.  One hand on my dick screaming fuck the cops.  Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye.  Half of me is ocean, half of me is sky.  I ain’t ever gonna die.  I ain’t ever gonna die.

Where do you go from here my blue eyed son?  Staring down the barrel of a gun.  Son of a gun.  There’s nothing that you could ever do that can’t be done.  They lifted up the son.  A spoonful weighs a ton.  Mother you had me, but I never had you.  Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues.  The angels all want to wear my red shoes.  Anyway you cut it you lose.

I’m hiding out in the big city, blinking.  Leave your ass stinking.  What the fuck you thinking?  Bye bye Miss American Pie.  Whiskey and rye are what the good old boys are drinking.  Marvin was left with a hole in his chest.  The boombox is dead.  It’s seen its best days.  The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves.  The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves.

I am the only one to ever feel like, look like, do it like this.

7. The Contenda

7. The Contenda

The Contenda was a late addition to We Brought Knives.  After scrapping a few songs we didn’t feel were up to snuff, we sat at M. Stine’s computer and listened to some beats he had lying around.  Pro tip: when M. Stine claims to have beats lying around that he doesn’t think are that great, JUMP ON THEM.  Because he is so, so wrong about that all the time.  Ha.

We wrote it like we are telling a story (my pops never left – he and my mother are still very happily married), but I think the emotion at the core is deeply personal to both Sentence and I.  We both sacrificed years and years of our lives trying to become the biggest thing in indie hip hop.  He worked retail, and I walked dogs, because those jobs afforded us the most opportunity for touring and free time in general to write and record.  This is while our friends got master’s degrees, became lawyers, became doctor’s, etc.

We are still probably two of the broker dudes we know.  No regrets though.

This song is us coming to terms with the fact that we fall more on the black-sheep side of things with our families, with our friends.  And while we haven’t been able to turn that corner where music could be a full time career, we put a SHIT TON of work in.  And played shows that most of our peers wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole.  That’s not to say we were particularly smart for doing some of the things we did.  But our mentality was always “let’s just fucking do it”.

Which brings us to the real crux of the song, and the real crux of the album – the idea of bringing knives to a gunfight.  There were ways we could have made it easier on ourselves when we were trying to get this shit off the ground.  We could have taken more shortcuts.  We’ve seen it work (really well!) for some of our peers.  But again, this is why SFR is more than a label to us – look at the rest of the people on that roster, and you’ll hear this same story again and again.  Artists who took a strict view of how you put your work in, regardless of the goal.

On top of that, our experiences give me the continued confidence that you could throw us anywhere, in front of any crowd, on a bill with any rappers, and we will fucking make it work.  That’s important to me.

LYRICS:

Lift if up high.  Set it down slow.  You can measure most men by the things they don’t know. Find out where I’m going when they left me in the open so I ran around the world trailing a million feet of rope.  Tie it to the landmarks.  Long shots.  Bad cards.  Head full of bright ideas.  Pocket full of man parts.

Dust in the wind.  Born with thicker skin.  I’m a big fish.  I just got little fins.  Ending is the hardest.  Middle ain’t great either.  Waiting for the big time. Senioritis.  8th grade fever.  Didn’t ever really know the best approach to take but knew I’d break my back by hoping I could make you a believer.  Right as rain.  Good as gold.  You can’t count on me.  More than just another stubborn hungry mouth to feed.  Wasn’t made up neat-like.  Not laid out for me.  I did my best.  Ma, try to be proud of me.

Put it on my back.  I can carry the bricks.  I can carry the sticks.  I can carry the stones.

Put it on my back.  I can carry the skin.  I can carry the blood.  I can carry the bones.

Put it on my back.  I can carry the weight.  I can shoulder the blame.  I can carry you home.

Put it on my back.  Lay it on my back.

You can imagine a fire.  You can imagine a bomb.  You can imagine a gunshot.  Just not this.  When I was a kid I wrote my script through clenched little fists on a blaze of glory tip.  After pops left I watched all my movies by myself.  Learned every line.  Tony killed Manolo.  Shit burned every time.  I closed my eyes and practiced accents til all their words were mine.

Sisters I’m still the same boy that you loved.  Dancing on the kitchen floor just to make our mother laugh.  I ain’t ever coming back to ask for cash or favors.  A small investment to help me get another crack.  So brother pass your judgements if you want.  There’s a million burned out child’s homes that I can haunt.

There’s still blood under the tracks.  Still breathe under the rasp.  I never left.  I love first – I love last.

We brought knives to the gunfight.  We were told to look people in the eyes.  Bury me in the sunlight.  Tell my mom I still loved my life.

Nov 21

Swell’s Top Five Favorite METERMAIDS Collaboooooooos

As we prepare for the December 2 release of the new METERMAIDS album “We Brought Knives” (pre-order your SIGNED CD, Cassette, MP3, T-Shirt, Snapback package here!), emcee Swell has put together his list of his Top 5 collaborations from Metermaid history. Peep:

No reason to beat around the bush.  Here are my favorite collaboration tracks we’ve ever been involved with.

5.  Vultures by Cas One (featuring Bitter Stephens, Prolyphic, Metermaids)

I met Cas for the first time at Prolyphic’s wedding, so it’s fitting that #5 is a Cas song produced by, and featuring, Pro.  I wasn’t familiar with Cas’s music when I met him.  I just knew that within like ten minutes of hanging out with the guy I felt like we had known each other for years.  The icing on the cake, then, was then going back and listening to his shit and realizing that he is dooooooooope.  Prolyphic’s beat is ridiculous as well.  Matter of fact, Prolyphic has been killing it on the production tip recently.  Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, EXHIBIT A.

I’ve never met Bitter Stephens, but I like his raps.  As is typical with Metermaids, we had to record our stuff with a quickness.  As is also typical with Metermaids, after Sentence laid down his part I wished that I had some time to… improve mine.  Oh well.  Live and learn.

4.  Gold Saturn by Illaborate (feauturing Metermaids and Breez)

I think we’ve known Illab since he was literally like 18 years old.  Back in our touring days, whenever we came through to MPLS we played with our boys Illab and NL.  Back then they were in a crew called Dumpstars. We met those dudes through our Red Lake boys Edge and DX.  The shows were always fun as hell.  Man I love MPLS.

Illab is a special kind of cat.  He presents as sort of grumpy initially – I think NL originally told me something like, “yeah Illab is always pissed off”.  But he is one of the coolest, funniest guys I have met in this game.  I’m always excited to get a chance to see him.  They all came through NYC over the spring and we had a fun ass show.  The thing with Illab, though, is that from age 18 he has been MAD GOOD AT RAPPING.  We take a lot of pride in our live show.  I like to get off stage and think that there aren’t a lot of people on our level who are fucking with what we can do on stage.  Illab is fucking with what we can do on stage.  Ha.  And he has been since before he could drink legally.

His first record (which is still in my car from 2008) is dope, his new record (that this song is featured on) is SUPER dope, and who knows what the future holds for this guy.  Also it goes without saying that his boy Breez has a ridiculous 16 on this muhfucka.  Sentence doesn’t have a verse, but is on the hook.

And my first car was actually a Gold Saturn stick shift.  I love to talk about it if you ever see me in person.

3.  Turn It Up by Metermaids (featuring Camp Lo)

This would be higher if I liked my verse more.  This list is meant to be subjective, after all.  I bet Sentence’s Top 5 would look different.  Uptown Saturday Night by Camp Lo is maaaaaaybe one of the greatest hip hop records ever.  Take a producer who has made almost all of my favorite beats – see this, and this, for example – and put him with two of the weirdest and dopest MC’s my teenage brain had ever experienced, and you get still-fucking-great-mad-years-later shit like this.

At the time we were recording Nightlife we shared a manager with Camp Lo.  They were getting back into the game with their Lumdi single, and we were dying to do something with them.  The hip hop gods smiled, and they were down.  Turn It Up is the result.  I love the beat, and love everyone else’s verses except my own.  In writing this, I’m realizing that maybe I have self-esteem issues.  Either way, that’s what keeps this at #3.  Because, come on son.  If you told 15 year old Sean that he would eventually have a song with Camp Lo under his belt, I would have exploded.  We even got to perform it live with them at the Nightlife album release:

Life is amazing and weird, man.

2. Bad Things Redux by Metermaids (featuring Sage Francis and B. Dolan)

I have talked about this song a lot before, I believe.  So I will keep this relatively short.  When we were finishing up Rooftop Shake we were sending beats to Sage to get his opinion before we did any rapping.  Lo and behold, two of those beats came back with Sage Fucking Francis rapping on them.  One was Kill The Crow (which eventually featured Buck65 as well), and the other was Bad Things.  I remember listening to Sage’s verse for the first time with my lady by my side.  I felt like my skin was on fire.

Later in the year, we had the fortune of doing a mini Colorado tour with the big guy and B. Dolan.  In the green room of the Mishawaka Theater outside of Fort Collins, Dolan was playing us some stuff from his laptop.  I remember he was kicking around the idea of doing this song.  At some point he casually mentioned that he had the Bad Things instrumental, and was thinking of writing some shit to it.  Sentence and I were like… aiiiiiiiight.

Months later he sent his shit through.  And… please.  He is SO FUCKING GOOD.  Seriously.  You want poignant?  Here.  You want some funny shit?  Here.  You want a dude to just rap his ass off?  See above.  This is #2 on my list because after hearing Sage’s verse (which was the first part of the song recorded) we made the conscious decision to not compete.  We just wanted to have fun.  After Dolan came with his shit our decision was even more validated.  If Bad Things Redux is the Chicago Bulls, Sage and Dolan are on some Jordan and Pippen shit.  Sentence and I are on some BJ Armstrong and John Paxson shit.  That’s not to say that players like Armstrong and Paxson are not essential to winning championships, but you know what I mean.

Every time all four of us perform this song I get off stage and think it was the greatest non-child-related moment of my life.  I tend towards hyperbole, but still.

1. Death of the Boombox by Prolyphic (featuring Sage Francis and Metermaids)

Numba One.  Top of the Heap.  In my hear of hearts, I believe this to be true.

Buddy Peace on the beat.  Sage Francis starts the song off in a ridiculous manner, and then goes on to kill it.  Prolyphic kills it.  And, IMHO, Sentence and I kill it too.  I love the beat, love all the writing, love the hook, love the idea of the song.  I have spent days where I listened to it like 50 times.  I remember when Sentence and I recorded our parts I figured out Bryan Adam’s “Everything I Do I Do it For You” on the piano while Sentene was recording.  Random memory, but true.

I don’t know what else to say about it.  Pro and Buddy’s record Working Man is one of the most slept on records in recent memory to me.  Every song is good.  It’s an honor to be a part of it.  To be on a song like this, produced by Buddy, that also features Sage?  Puhlease.

Life is good.
-Swell

Nov 05

RIP Ikey Owens

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The world lost an incredible talent and a genuinely good person today. Point blank. He was also the most badass keyboardist I’ve ever seen perform live. To see Ikey Owens do his thing as part of my own set for 30+ shows on the Li(f)e Tour was a true privilege. Powerful, inspiring, electric…awesome. It was on that tour when I lost my dad actually, and the whole band was not only understanding of my situation but very comforting. As a shit-twist of coincidence would have it, we are very close to the 4 year anniversary of Eyedea’s sudden passing.

It’s stuff like this I dread when I hit the road for extended periods of time. For myself, for others, for everyone…the goal of the road is for it to be tragedy free. It’s a high hope to be sure, but it’s the things you never expect that sock you in the gut while you’re so helpless and far away. I just returned home from a sold out show in Newcastle feeling on top of the world when I opened an email to this awful news. He was found dead in a hotel today while he was touring with Jack White’s band in Mexico. The details of his passing aren’t fully known, but it’s not prudent to speculate or to get hung up on that stuff right now.

One thing I’m grateful for is that we had a chance to hang out last month when he was traveling through RI with Jack White’s band. Although we hadn’t seen each other in 4 years, he hit me up to get dinner so we could catch up on old times and discuss our current projects. We had some laughs, we discussed music, and, what was most important, he was really loving life. It’s good for me to be around people with those positive vibes and the fact that he just wanted to hang out with no official business being part of bargain meant a lot to me. That’s a gift I was given and I’m lucky to have it now that I know we’ll never be able to speak again.

All of the people he’s touched, mentored, or worked with through the years are experiencing shock and disbelief at the moment, just as I am, and there’s not much we can do except grieve and share our memories of him. My thoughts are with his friends, family and bandmates. I wanted to share this photo in hopes that it provides at least a smirk. Especially my friends in the Free Moral Agents. They know that Ikey had a rule about performers not wearing shorts on stage. That rule clashed with my rule about wearing my famous yellow swim trunks when the moment called for it (usually when my only pair of pants were being laundered.) He didn’t say anything about it. I know what he was thinking though.

Love you, homie.

Oct 14

Sage Francis – Australia Tour – Dec 2014

My Australia Tour for 2014 has just been announced!
All details are posted below. There’s also a FB page dedicated to it. So fancy.
New Zealand dates will be announced soon.
COPPER GONE album is AVAILABLE NOW! That’s why I’ve been touring my tail off, don’tcha know? For info on all of my other upcoming shows click HERE.

AUSTRALIA TOUR DATES with TICKET LINKS:
Dec 3 @ Uni Bar – Adelaide http://tinyurl.com/qffhvb7
Dec 4 @ The Corner Hotel – Melbourne http://tinyurl.com/lz8m9jp
Dec 5 @ The Roller Den – Sydney http://tinyurl.com/kxzq66e
Dec 7 @ The Brightside – Brisbane http://tinyurl.com/n7qjl7j

Many thanks to Pat Jensen for the poster artwork. Below are two other size options for you social networks.

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FB header

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MAKE EM PURR was the last video we released:
www.tinyurl.com/MakeEmPurrVid

GRACE was the first video off of Copper Gone:
http://youtu.be/tZFzBKl5ODY

First single – “VONNEGUT BUSY”

Follow on: Twitter + Facebook.

Oct 02

“Make Em Purr” video, lyrics, backstory

VIDEO: http://youtu.be/bjxHy8WTgTs
Video Director: Wasaru. 
Art Director: Jebedaï Couture
Special thanks to Jim Foltice for help with the treatment.

“Make Em Purr” has been one of the most discussed songs from the Copper Gone album, and since the most popular question I get asked on tour is, “How’s your cat, man?” — I figured it would be a good time to give you the song’s backstory. “Make Em Purr” didn’t even exist until a day before my final recording session. In fact, I considered the whole album to be finished save for one legal issue I had with “Thank You.” Out of fear that I wouldn’t be able to use the original music, I harassed a bunch of producers to see if they could come up with something totally new. Buck 65 is the main superhero who leapt into action to save the Francis in distress, bless his kind Canadian heart. He sent me several great beats, but none of them worked quite right for “Thank You”. The last beat he sent me was too somber sounding for for it — but the sad piano, pulsating low notes, sparse percussion and stripped-down feel of the music…it all hit me in a very particular way. It inspired me to write. I told Buck that I’d have a new song for him to hear the next day.

Up until that point I thought that I had said everything that needed to be said on the album. I was very wrong about that, and I’m grateful I figured this out before it was too late. Although many parts of Copper Gone touch upon the grief, depression, solitude, and disappointment that I’ve experienced in the past few years, along with the efforts being made to push forward, I had yet to speak about what I was dealing with in a plain manner. I’ve become very guarded as a person and as an artist over the past 15 years (and, in my own defense, with good reason.) Although that shit can protect you from the wolves, it can also hinder your relationships as well as your art and well being. The goal was not to write about cats, illness, being an introvert or anything in particular. I simply played the beat on a continuous loop, put my pen to the paper and transcribed an inner-debate I was having. I started the song off with a stark naked truth and let the rest of it fold out from there:

“I was a lot more comfortable being vulnerable and open,
When I was younger and it wasn’t clear if I was or wasn’t joking.
But so much has broken…I’m just like fuck it, the fix is in.
If I can’t hide in plain site anymore, I’ll just stay hidden.”

At that point in the writing process the entire spirit of the song basically took shape, and I kept writing until I landed on the final four lines of the song: “My 20′s were a roar. My 30′s were a blur. My 40′s, I’m not so sure… but I’m a make em purr.” That was that. Though there wasn’t any time to make revisions, there wasn’t really any need. It encapsulated everything I was feeling and thinking at that very moment, which was at the tail end of shitty period in my life. I stepped into my studio, recorded the vocals, sent it over to Buck and let him put the finishing touches on the arrangement. I can hardly believe that Copper Gone was almost released without this song on it. I believe it elucidates the meaning of so many other lyrics on the album, and without this song I wouldn’t feel as proud as I am of the entire project. So, again, many thanks to Buck for helping make this happen and a major salute to my lucky stars.

Lastly, contrary to what some reviewers have ascertained, this song is not *about* cats. However, if the main thing you get out of it is that I almost gave up all hope due to a dying pet, and you can relate to that situation on some level, that’s good enough for me.

The cat is doing great, btw.

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shirt image by Pat Jensen

“Make Em Purr” shirts are now available (men’s and women’s) at: www.tinyurl.com/MakeEmPurrShirt

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I was a lot more comfortable being vulnerable and open when I was younger and it wasn’t clear if I was or wasn’t joking. But so much has broken I’m just like, “Fuck it…the fix is in.” If I can’t hide in plain sight anymore, I’ll just stay hidden. It’s been a minute since I left this domicile. No need to change my outfit. I rock it like it’s going out of style. It’s out of style? Ain’t no one here to tell me otherwise. It gets more difficult to stay inside during the summertime. But most of the time it’s just like any other time… Avoid personal interaction and human touch. Shut the blinds. It’s been a while since I left this bachelor pad. I’ll need to go to the market soon because the food is going bad. The food is bad. I’ve found it’s difficult to just cook for one. With healthy recipes. Well, depending on what book they’re from. If you want to eat healthy you’ve got to dirty some dishes. But this frozen dinner is quickly ready to serve… and it’s so delicious. It’s not delicious. It’s disgusting. But it satiates the hunger with a quickness, and hey… at least it’s something. At least it’s something. At most it’s nothing. Fuck’s wrong with me? I don’t know. I’m just adjusting. It’s been a month since I left this cabin. The doctor was worried about a fever and other difficulties I’ve been having. She called me on Christmas. That was my gift. She was worried I might die. I said, “I might die? Well…no shit.” It’s been forever since I’ve said something I can’t wiggle free from. If there’s anything I cherish in this self-inflicted prison…it’s freedom. It comes at a cost so I’m private to a fault, ’til I default on the loan for a home. It’s actually more like a vault. No one knows the combo but little old me. The head honcho. The holder of the key. Alone but never lonely. It’s been a millennia since I left this dominion or been in the company of any women… At least I’ve got my kittens. Spent more cash on my cat than I did myself. When he stopped eating I took him to the vet so they could check his health. They put a feeding tube into his neck. I said, “Please let this work because if it doesn’t…I’ve got nothing left.” I didn’t say that. But they saw that. Cat had my tongue. I didn’t speak at all. They just told me to call back. What, it wasn’t weird that I did nothing but stand right there? With a “FIX this…money’s no object” type stare? It’s been a year since I’ve stepped into anyone else’s private quarters. I’ve been busy self-diagnosing disorders. First world problems. Yeah… USA #1. Top of the world. I’m in a tux and cumber-bun. Welcome, everyone…to the party of the century. It’s sure to be one for the books, no doubt. Medical ones especially. My 20′s were a roar. My 30′s were a blur. My 40′s…I’m not so sure. But I’m a make ‘em purr.

Aug 25

The Sage Francis Interview Invasion, 2014

I’ve done a slew of interviews in 2014, all of which surfaced around the same time. Here’s the comprehensive breakdown…

This is an interview I did with BeeShine on the very first day of the Copper Gone Tour. It’s probably my favorite video interview that I’ve done:
http://youtu.be/SmdzjDfhOpc

Here’s a video interview I did in Pittsburgh on the day of Copper Gone‘s release:
http://youtu.be/7lJ9zlmwvC8

Here are a couple podcasts I participated in recently. It’s a lot of talking. If you’re bored or working around the house, feel free to play them while you shuffle about:

Shots Fired: https://soundcloud.com/shots-fired-podcast/episode-77-sage-francis

Chrome Bills (with Seez Mics): https://soundcloud.com/chromebills/cb53-the-sage-francis-interview

More recently I conducted a Q&A on my Facebook page just to see how something like that might go. Over the course of 24 hours I answered as many questions as I could. If you have the patience of a monk, you can read all of the interactions HERE.

I love talking. Love it so much. Here’s a photo to express my excitement:

Sage Francis photo by Prentice Danner

If you’re still interested in more interviews for whatever reason, I’ve archived them here.

A couple of my favorites are:
Bonafide Magazine
Colorado Buzz Music

Jul 31

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