Sadie Dupuis - production, engineering, arrangements, guitar, bass, synth, organ, piano, vocals, lap steel, marimba, glockenspiel, percussion, drum programming, resonator, electric sitar, baritone guitar, autoharp, theremin, toys, trash, ephemera 
Zoë Brecher - drums, percussion

Sarah Tudzin - mixing (Sonic Ranch, Tornillo, TX); engineering, “Oops…!” and “Good Grief” (New Monkey, Van Nuys, CA); microwave 
Maryam Qudus - engineering, “Hysterical,” “Ghost (of a Good Time)” and “Ruby Wand” (Tiny Telephone, Oakland and San Francisco, CA); handclaps
Erin Tonkon - engineering, “WTD?” and “Market Hotel”; drum engineering, “With Baby” and “The Crow” (Studio G, Brooklyn, NY)
Lily Wen - engineering, “Into the Catacombs” and “Take Care” (Figure 8 Recording, Brooklyn, NY)
Anne Gauthier - engineering, “With Baby” and “The Crow” (La La Land, Louisville, KY)
Emily Lazar - mastering (The Lodge, New York, NY)
Chris Allgood - assistant mastering
Audrey Zee Whitesides - bass, “WTD?” and “Market Hotel”
Roberto Lange - vocals, “Into the Catacombs”
Merrill Garbus - vocals, “Ghost (of a Good Time)”
Satomi Matsuzaki - vocals, “With Baby”
Rick Maguire - vocals, “Take Care”
Camellia Hartman - violin
Anna Takeda - violin
Joshua Gomberoff - viola
Eva Lawitts - double bass
Alexander Davis - bassoon
Hillai Govreen - clarinet
Kana Miyamoto - flute 
Shun Katayama - flute 
Samuel Weissberg - conducting, score revision
Cover painting by Diane Dupuis. All other art by Sadie Dupuis. Art photography by Natalie Piserchio.
All songs written by Sadie Dupuis, July Was Hot (BMI)

$1 per album sale in 2020 will benefit Prevention Point Philadelphia, a harm reduction organization providing free medical care, syringe exchange, shelter, overdose reversal training, and other vital social services. Learn more about them at ppponline.org.

Haunted Painting

No Cover: Carpark's 21st Anniversary Covers Comp

Psychic Trauma

x actually (demo)

Written, performed, recorded & mixed by Sadie Dupuis, Philadelphia, PA
♥
It’s October 23. Better mock up your inventory of every track on repeat. If you don’t, it was meaningless—keys that settled your mind, harmonizing that helped you not die. If it’s not the list, why’d you bother with listening? Year end lists, teenage-y & tragic. Plant your flag, fight for its battalion.  Print it out, play it to the rafters. Year end lists are permanent forever.

When he solos, it’s meh. They got the gated snare every band used since 2018. I wouldn’t playlist it publicly. Fell for their labelmates’ tape but wrote the side person’s press release...it’d be conflict of interest. They are boycotted from my top ten song list—it really, really matters. Fly your flag, fight as its defender. Rip it up but it’s staying on the record. Year end lists are permanent forever. They’re permanent.

It was the battle of ages making it through the whole year unscathed.  I’m scathed, but I wrote songs for the album you asked me for. Thanks if you listen at all when it gets pressed in like 33 months. Teenage-y & tragic isn’t bad. Have fun where you can have it. Who’s the best? Who’s so bad you’re laughing? Year end lists really, really matter. (Year end lists are permanent.)

Wrapped

People I once loved have taken off their masks. So I begin this season with a boycott of Scream 7, breaking up with friends who used to act with care, and—as of this Christmas—I won’t ever vote for Fetterman again. Journalists, doctors, children and poets. How could you think one single death is worth it?

Hark how bells ring just like an alarm. Love of war is life without a heart. Call for it to end or I can never hear your call again. Hark how bells ring, hark how bells ring.

Scribble it or scream though nothing turns the sands back. Despair’s not ethical. Does it push you to make the call? Artists and teachers, kids and their families. How could you think their lives are less deserving? 

It’s the first day of the light lasting longer and a new day to put that light to work, to flood our streets and neighborhoods till everybody’s sure.

Boycott Scream 7

Sixteenth Minute

Sixteenth Minute (Instrumental)

Dr. Christmas

back in summer '16 you follied with the mainstream. november was a brainfreeze. the world could end next year. you managed to avoid thanksgiving in post-election deep depression. ...ask em how they voted when you're going home this year.

brother don't you know your fallacies and folderol of making christmas great again? hark, i need herald alcohol. it's so textbook unchristian espousing men's rights activism. don't you have a schism. you're going home this year.

ooooh they want the world to be white white white. i guess that's just how it goes with the alt-right. it's passé to say "PC" when you mean tolerance and decency. barring an injunction to figure skate spaghetti junction, save it for the muchkins. hey shawn could you just eat the muffin?

will this feel different? will we ever a conversation where you disavow conversion therapy, stand for prison abolition, or free and unrestricted abortion rights? and holding sexual predators accountable and not electing them into the most powerful office in the country? hold the police accountable for their systemic brutality........ et al.

MCGA

we hit this planet a long time ago. i’m sooo underground but i come up for snow. i just called to say i’m off of work today, and i really wanna see you. come over! wrapped up in tinsel in case of the worst. got change in my bill fold and cash in my jean shorts. what the fuck? you liked it once. i really wanna see you, come over. hooray, vacate the premises. spent 12 months on the job, staying inside’s a gift. vacation with me. i really wanna see you, come over. we hit this planet a long time ago. i’m up to my earlobes in blankets and bad shows.

music etc all that stuff by sadie dupuis. wreath photo by julia leiby! julialeiby.com

no gift

...a long time ago 

cover of The Dandy Warhols - We Used To Be Friends (Veronica Mars theme edit)

we used to be friends

written/recorded in bed 4 pm - 8:30 pm december 24 2019 lol
ghost arm - lucy stone

This is just like every December, sipping back a cold breath. Remembering you in your winter hat, scrimshaw in the quilted flaps. What a child, anointing my tenderness.  

Fluid on the lung, kitty catch your tongue. I could be the one who walks home.
 
Doesn’t it feel good in this weather? Whittle down the bones in a temper. Prop you up with vitriol and milk in the alcohol. Playing ball with bare mitts and embers.  

Fluid in the gun, aren’t you having fun? I could be the one who walks home, and walks you home. 
   
Winter takes so long just to come here. Don’t you call me back til the next year.

121212

Sadie Dupuis - production, engineering, arrangements, guitar, bass, synth, organ, drum programming, vocals
Zoë Brecher - drums, percussion
Merrill Garbus - vocals
Maryam Qudus - engineering, handclaps
Sarah Tudzin - mixing
Emily Lazar & Chris Allgood - mastering

from Haunted Painting, out September 25, 2020

Ghost (of a Good Time)

Sadie Dupuis - production, engineering, arrangements, guitar, bass, synth, vocals, cow bell, electric sitar, baritone guitar
Zoë Brecher - drums, percussion
Audrey Zee Whitesides - bass
Erin Tonkon - engineering
Sarah Tudzin - mixing
Emily Lazar & Chris Allgood - mastering

from Haunted Painting, out September 25, 2020

WTD?

Sadie Dupuis - production, engineering, arrangements, guitar, bass, synth, piano, vocals
Zoë Brecher - drums, percussion
Sarah Tudzin - engineering, mixing
Emily Lazar & Chris Allgood - mastering

from Haunted Painting, out September 25, 2020

Oops...!

“Hysterical” from Haunted Painting, out September 25, 2020
Sadie Dupuis - guitar, bass, synths, organ, marimba, prepared piano, drum programming, vocals, production, arrangement
Zoë Brecher - drums, percussion
Maryam Qudus - engineering at Tiny Telephone, Oakland and San Francisco, CA
Sarah Tudzin - mixing at Sonic Ranch, Tornillo, TX
Emily Lazar & Chris Allgood - mastering at The Lodge, New York, NY

Hysterical

Market Hotel

Take Care

Good Grief

Into the Catacombs

from Simply Having A Wonderful Compilation, Father/Daughter & Wax Nine Records (2021)

Written, performed, recorded and mixed by Sadie Dupuis
Mastered by Carl Saff
Art by Ilana Hope Friedman

Lyrics:
I’m not doing shit for Christmas.
Season’s cheer leave well alone.
Makes me scream like Halloween
to see angels in the snow.

I’m not buying shit for Christmas.
Yule log, wreath, menorah, coal
won’t arrive out of my tithe.
Come ye be alone, oh ho ho ho.

Lights on. Carolers digging my fire. 
They can stay out in the cold. 

Lights on bungled and blust’ry desire
like ornaments shattered on floors. 

I’m not taking shit for Christmas.
Send me pics or toss the phone.
In denial, I wrap it up tight.
Can’t stand to want you close.

Don’t you feel like shit for Christmas?
Winter solstice, Hanukkah, all of it.
Wake me up when you’re ready to midnight kiss.

Sad13

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