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HISS GOLDEN MESSENGER: BAD DEBT (PoB-11)

N.B.: This record releases on January 14, 2014. 
http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/pob-11

M.C. Taylor recorded this spiritually devastating, austere antecedent to the widely celebrated Hiss Golden Messenger albums Haw (2013, PoB-06) and Poor Moon (2011, PoB-02) direct to a portable cassette recorder at the kitchen table of his pine-entwined home in rural Piedmont North Carolina in 2010. It was the dead of winter and the pit of the financial crisis, a moment when the dire ramifications of debt—in its economic, political, and personal senses—had assumed a rank immediacy and terror for many working people around the world, not least of all in the American South. Taylor, his one-year old boy Elijah sleeping in the next room, was compelled to chart the sacred valences of debt, doubt, and family in fresh ways, in the process stripping bare and reinventing his songwriting idiom. In his own words:

Bad Debt comes from ten dense acres of oak, cedar, and apple trees in Pittsboro, North Carolina, directly south of the Haw River. The house where it was made was built in the early 1970s by a hippie cohort that settled along Brooks Branch; though this may sound like some kind of brag, I offer this to explain just how cold it was during the fall and winter when this record was conceived. Most hippies—except for the most famous one, of course, and probably a few others—are shit carpenters. 

The record is about my God: that is, whether I have one, and whether there is a place for me in this world. I don’t go to church, and I am not saved. I can party too. I can do a saxophone now and again, bang the drum. Bad Debt was my revelation, and there are many for whom I’ll never make a record better than this one.

Ruminating on the riddle of faith, a firstborn son, and thorny existential questions large and small, the album laid the lyrical and compositional foundations for HGM's critically acclaimed releases to come. Half of these devotional songs appear elsewhere in the HGM discography in radically reinvented arrangements and permutations—Taylor’s writing practice revealed itself following Bad Debt as essentially iterative, the deliberate enunciation and re-articulation of koans—but they exist here in germinal, psalmic purity and economy, as unadorned and plain and perfectly ragged as the cedar floorboards in that Brooks Branch cabin. 

Three years after the destruction of much of the first, CD-only edition of the album in a warehouse fire during the London riots, this deluxe reissue, featuring the original gatefold artwork and a download coupon, restores the stark masterpiece to its intended full song sequence, including three additional songs, one of which, “Far Bright Star,” has never previously been released in any form. (In 2011 Taylor self-released three vinyl editions of 100 each, now collector’s items, on his Heaven and Earth Magic imprint.) This moving, intimate document, until now available only in limited numbers and difficult and dear to acquire in any format, is critical for fans and new listeners alike, providing a retrospective in advance of a new, full-band HGM album currently being recorded for release on Paradise of Bachelors later this year.  

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Taylor writes lucid, often heartbreaking songs about God and frailty and the passage of time. Bad Debt—rendered, as it was, in a drafty kitchen on a portable tape recorder—is vulnerable and immediate. There are times, listening to it, when I am splayed by its intimacies, made fully prostrate by them. Bad Debt feels like an apotheosis, almost. It is unadulterated in its portrayal of a person desperate for peace. - Amanda Petrusich, The Oxford American

North Carolina songwriter M.C. Taylor doesn’t describe faith as a safe place so much as the destination across some unbridgeable gulf. - The Washington Post

A thing of gentle charm & unmistakable cosmic American beauty. - The Independent (UK)

Bad Debt

Hiss Golden Messenger - Bad Debt (2010/2014, PoB-11): "Drum"

Make Belief

Fuck KD (Kevin Durant Diss)[1]

Dehydration - Show Me The Body

Whats Life (As Mr Halloween)

Download

WHATS LIFE (As Mr Halloween)

Vulfpeck - Fugue State - 04 Sky Mall

Its an honor to do a remix for them. 
This one's different.

Buy III by BADBADNOTGOOD on itunes https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/iii/id855303931


BADBADNOTGOOD - Kaleidoscope (Kaytranada's Flip)

F?D3d (色あせた)

produced and performed by marlon james
written by mac demarco

OG VERSION

Ode To Viceroy

Vulfpeck - Beastly

(Jeep)

Close my door––don’t touch my stuff 
And whats for dinner––that’s not enough 
And if you call me in the afternoon 
I’m obliged to call you soon 
But I wont call you I’m with my friends 
You can see me once the day will end 

My mommy wont let me eat breakfast in bed 
She don’t think I will clean, Ill just make a mess 
To be completely fair I’m just a big mess 

Buy me clothes and keep me warm 
Ill never thank you––since I was born 
And if you call me in the afternoon 
Im obliged to call you soon 
But I wont call you I’m with my friends 
You can see me once the day will end 

My mommy wont let me eat breakfast in bed 
She don’t think I will clean, Ill just make a mess 
To be completely fair I’m just a big mess

Breakfast In Bed

Pretty girls, 
They never notice ugly boys like me 
Even if I wear my heart on sleeves 
They always seem to put me down 

Pretty girls 
They always seem to bite so hard 
Even when I say don’t play 
Insists that I will stay till dark 

Its okay 
I don’t much care 
For the kempt hair 
That’s just all looks 

And if you say 
That you do care 
What people stare 
Then that’s how you look 

Pretty girls 
They always want to be alone 
But everyone time their by themselves 
They always tell me help yourself 

Pretty girls 
They never deal with sadness well 
And never think about their joys 
That’s why they need ugly boys 

Its okay 
I don’t much care 
For the kempt hair 
That’s just all looks 

And if you say 
That you do care 
What people stare 
Then that’s how you look 

Hey there baby I just wanted to let you know that 
Its pretty hard being so damn pretty 
And whenever you feel sad and blue 
Just know that I am the one watching you while I sleep 
The one that feels your tears drip down to your pillow 
And hears all your dream nightmares and inhibitions 
You pretty pretty girl

Pretty Girls

I know this girl from Georgia 
She's really gorgeous 
Wish you were in California 
And she's not 

But still you should stop by 
Its real nice outside 
And I don’t bite 
So please leave in a haste 
How do you taste 
Don’t make me wait 

I know this girl from Georgia 
She's not much of a singer 
Does that make her a bad kisser 
Probably is 

But still you should stop by 
Its real nice outside 
And I don’t bite 
So please leave in a haste 
How do you taste
Don’t make me wait

The Girl From Georgia

BadBadNotGood - Can't Leave The Night

I do not own the rights to this track. I am simply spreading the sound that needs to be heard by this incredible artist.

Check out TDE's own Isaiah Rashad with new banger "Nelly" 

Nelly - Isaiah Rashad

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBp8YK2ahc8&feature=share

Executive produced by Allan Kingdom, Plain Pat & Jonathan Kaslow 

The Ride (Video in Description)

Animals Have Feelings (March 4, 2016, Stones Throw)
http://stonesthrow.com/samiyam

VINYL

Samiyam - Dartgun

from the album "Hella Personal Film Festival"
https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/hella-personal-film-festival/id1074380694?app=itunes

produced by Paul White
vocals by Open Mike Eagle
Shawn Lee: Drums, bass, guitars, keys, percussion & additional vocals.

artwork by Brad Beatson
Recorded at Office/Space Studios 
Shawn Lee's parts recorded by Pierre Duplan
Mastered by Daddy Kev @ Cosmic Zoo 

I chase my poison tail 
and get so high that voices fail. 
I heard that when you in a fucked up space no one can hear you signal help 
I tried to set 'em straight 
Tell them I self medicate 
All they saw's a glitchy video but then I never show my cards 
Instead I write for stealth 
blah blah blah I cry for help 
All this belly-aching's just to say my belly's hurtin after all 
It's all endorphins though 
Or maybe every Scorpio is predisposed to never feel as cold as the first time they felt a loss 

My addiction, my obsession, my admission, my rejection, I insisted, I accepted 
My prescription carried us away 
carried us away 

Pretend I didn't know who smoked up all the mistletoe 
you'd really be surprised how innovative I can get when left alone 
And once them cravings strike, 
I knew I should say goodnight 
Want for them endorphins got me saying everything except for that 
White knuckle rodeo and failing fills my holy holes 
Staring at my phone wondering how endorphins travel via screen 
As I feel my withdrawal 
I understand them 90's songs 
Rap music has ruined me, I always want to loop my favorite part 

day to day to day is ground zero I'm 20 years im 20 inches tall 
Today today my sky has fallen, I have no resolve 


My addiction, my obsession, my admission, my rejection, I insisted, I accepted 
My prescription carried me away 
carried me away

Open Mike Eagle & Paul White - Admitting The Endorphin Addiction

Louis Armstrong - La Vie En Rose

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