ANDREA MAZZARIELLO
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​ F U T U R E  S E V E N S  N U M B E R  O N E  TWO THREE FOUR FIVE


Notes


Lyrics

Not This Day

I have a taste for other worlds
I know these eyes are not my own
I'll come back down, I'll sink down low
I'll turn to fire, I'll turn to stone

So I'll just jabber in this closet
Throw some ink up on the page
I will study this unfolding
Mark my progress, note the stage
Declare with clinical precision
I'm no danger to myself at all
Not this day
Not at all
Not this day
I have a taste for other worlds
I know these eyes are not my own
I'll come back down, I'll sink down low
I'll turn to fire I'll turn to stone
I transubstantiate without
Holding myself up to the sky
I know today is just as good
As any other day to die

I overblow, I undersell
Or otherwise I miss the mark
I have this problem with my vision
Tinting everything so dark
I'm getting better every day
But on this day I'm not so sure at all
Not this day
Not at all
Not this day
Things As They Are

Feeling better all the time
Feeling better all the time
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
An honest man is hard to find

Lead the rats right out of town
Lead the rats right out of town
Walk like you mean it
Walk like you mean it
Like you don't see what's going down

Watch it happen in a jar
Watch it happen in a jar
Odds on the mean one
Odds on the mean one
I want to see things as they are
I want to see things as they are
I want to see things as they are

RSVP. Actually Don't. You're Already Here.

I played these songs for Dan (Trueman. Adviser, Mentor, Friend, Fiddler, Composer, Programmer, Professor, Et Cetera), hijacking him away from the coding help he'd generously offered. I opened with "Things As They Are," and the kick drum through his studio monitors sounded more alive than I was used to. I was taken aback, kind of worried about the kick drum, to be honest, but Dan was in his listening zone. This is my favorite thing about playing music for musicians or music lovers. They listen reverentially over the space of the work, no matter the ultimate verdict when the sound stops coming. It's an act of generosity to listen that way. The music is speaking without the context of a halfassed elevator pitch. "Yeah, it's kind of a bent blues, I don't know." I don't say that. Even before his assessment I feel I've already won: his eyes are closed and he occasionally smiles or chuckles or nods.

Because ultimately this is a battle for attention, we presume, a way to make it through the noise, through the clutter. Will Someone Please REALLY Listen?

Put a more generous way, music has never been so abundant and readily available. Those of us who make it wring our hands over this, because we're thinking like economists, thinking about supply and demand. But what if we spun our heads around and saw it as some kind of grand collective move towards everyone becoming an artist? Supply and demand break down and we're left with conversation, contribution--and finally, celebration.

That's the word that does it for me. Dan asks "what's the plan for these recordings?"

It sits in the air between us for a beat or two.

Then I wonder aloud, What Does It Even Mean To Release Music Today?

And he's off. One of his projects, Sideband, is doing a kind of monthly release thing: music, software, other collateral, an answer to a new question:

"How do we celebrate the creation of new music?"

He doesn't italicize it, just rolls right through it, like it's a perfectly obvious concept that making things ought to be celebrated. But it's not immediately obvious, not to me, and so the word hits hard and reframes some big questions that I've always, I realize, couched in wholly inadequate terms. It's not really a question of standing out, of buzz, of how many cookies I can get into my jar. Maybe it looks like cookie-collection, retweets and likes and downloads and riches beyond our wildest dreams. But I think those metrics are signals, symptomatic of something larger: making a generous and genuine contribution to a larger conversation, and being comfortable enough in our own skin to subsequently throw a party, to say that there ought to be a ritual around this effort, that this occasion ought to be marked.

I remember when Radiohead released Amnesiac. At midnight on Tuesday morning of release day the little store in Ann Arbor that is probably now out of business started playing the record over the sound system. All of us who had gathered in line to buy our limited editions heard it together for the first time. It was a school night but there was other work to do, a pursuit in which to engage. This year m b v fell out of the digital sky and it felt the same way. Something had happened. I want something to happen around this release. I want to throw a party.

Building this page felt a little like hanging streamers. Especially when I got into the html, which I do not speak at all, and successfully erased the navigation menu that  Christine (Williams. Writer, Planner, Thinker, Listener, Co-conspirator, Bright Light,) felt was cramping her style. I reached out to James (Reeves. Former Writing Partner, Agitator, Author, "Motorist.") and he gave me access to hundreds of photographs. Dan sent a New York Times article about Rabbit Rabbit Radio, a subscription release model, and I suggested we have a race to our own novel methods of getting the music out. "You will win that race," he declares, but I am not so sure.

We are throwing a party. If you're here you've been invited. Welcome.

Andrea Mazzariello
09.24.13



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