The Big Listen E​.​P.

by J. Marinelli



released August 6, 2018

Tracks 1,2, and 3 recorded by T.J. Hall at Studio Anatomy in Traverse City MI via 8-track analog tape, January 2018.

Track 4 recorded digitally by T.J. Hall at Right Brain Brewery in Traverse City MI, February 2018.

Track 5 recorded by J. Marinelli via 4-track cassette, November 2017.

Mastered in Broadway, VA by Tucker Riggleman, July 2018.

All songs/sounds (C) and (P) Pertnere Music 2018

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J. Marinelli is a one man band like no other. The sound and fury that emotes from his haunting Appalachian echoed yowl falls somewhere between Guided By Voices, a lost mountain troubadour and a classic 70’s punk outfit from your dreams.
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Track Name: The Big Listen
Process is motion, product is rest
Repetition is a form of change
Honor your intent as a secret mistake

Rest unassured it stumps the best of us
Your situation is hardly unique
But it weakens your stride
All in the same
You try to retrace your steps
Which is to blame
for the big piss-take
Piss-take by the lake?
Track Name: Citizen Science (acoustic version)
Like a child of Eden I let it trace my chin
Sap from the good Tree of Knowledge
We lambs defame slaughter in His name
And tyrants made in His image
O comrade o comrade
Think not of me a knave
'Twas traces resolved
From which we evolved
Found in the Lascaux Caves
No Hellmouth below
No means of control
No reward for earthly kindness
No lambs more sincere
Than we, I fear
With only empathy to guide us
O comrade o comrade
How might I bend your ear
'Twas dun mastodon
And not black demon bones
Found in the pits of La Brea
Alas, alas, our race it won't last
Yoked to your ancient mythos
Depraved, enslaved, we shall not be saved
From thine Apocalypso
O comrade o comrade
Save not for me a prayer
The cosmonaut found naught, no god
In the heavens when he was up there
Track Name: Teenage DNA
Spike your step
There's a big day coming
No chance to walk
When you're in the running
Steeper cliffs give to awkward slips
You best not lose your traction

Closer to fifty now
Than to twenty
You've not sold out
If you've got no money
The adult crash left you unabashed
To adjust your expectations

So goddamn lonesome
I'm gonna drop a truth bomb
This is the bed you made, son
You'd best un-fuck your head some

Motorik clicks out motivation
Harmonic breaks your hibernation
The crash subsides
The big grump hides
And won't come out to play

They’ll assume at once
You’re just being clever
But your stance is on
A chromosomal level
Life's more fun
When you can't outrun
Your teenage DNA
Track Name: Telephone Teeth/8th Grade (live)
Let's take a torch
To this torch song of yours
The fire's gone out
Extinguished by self-referred
Text upon text
Shouldn't you know what comes next
A ruin of self
Parody parody parody parody
Let's take a drill
To these telephone teeth
Your bites weren't too sharp
Nonetheless your disease-ridden
Spit upon spit
Though you'd never admit
Has been passed around
This here
Quarantine quarantine quarantine
Quarantine town

Got a job in a hotel
That sits atop an old landfill
Cleaning rooms for minimum wage
I'd do it anyway so I may as well get paid
Former location of an old strip mine
From '78 or 1979
Back before they had laws against it
Like I learned in a class I took about it
Called West Virginia History
Taught by one Mister Tomkowski
Way back when I was in 8th grade
I hope they're nice to me on my first day
Track Name: Mistake By the Lake (4-track demo)
With lungs of lake-silt on that Bland Traverse Shore
We heap praise on anything we can ignore
And fade it to the background like no much pink noise
Drowned by the chiming cash register's voice
And was this not the mythic monolith
We thought we'd destroyed
That noble, naive notion just won't take
For pity's sake
The mistake by the lake
We celebrate all that is safe and mundane
The fashions may differ, the function's the same
No burning ambition to see past this scene
All keen sets of ears with no thoughts in between
And to our great embarrassment we thought we'd be the change
That noble, naive notion just won't take
For pity's sake
The mistake by the lake

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