Corsair Press Kit
1. I Saw the Light (For Todd Rundgren) – Gentle Giant inspired ADD morphs into 90s L.A. snootiness during the part about L.A.
2. Sink – Trying to free the spirit of house by attacking it. Shortened by a minute and a half.
3. Berlin Again – Buzzcocks stomp, junkyard journey through Cold War romance.
4. Romantic Getaway Tiger – The proletariat uprising against the pop song. Revving engines and scissors on guitar strings.
5. Dog Day Afternoon – Andrew WK’s self-deprecating reverie.
6. Cross Colas – Rambling monologue with Rick Wakeman and Electro touches.
7. Josta – The pop epiphany, equal parts Jasmine, Wampum, and Lineage
8. Green Darts – The author’s fantasy about having the album fail and getting to hang out with Scritti Politti’s Green Gartside in some sort of creative torpor.
9. Miami – AM radio surf punk anthemic choruses, sung by everyone, part one of "Florida". Shared culture-shock terror.
10. Everglades – The inverse of “Miami”, sung by everyone, but focusing on Megan, part two of "Florida". Reaction to the crowd.
11. Beat by the Beach – Part three of "Florida". Marching band on the beach, reggae evasion, throwing beach balls up in the air.
12. Mohawk Mansion – Obscurity perpetuating obscurity. African guitar pop instrumental.
13. This Year Keeps Getting Heavier – Straight-forward guitar rocker.
14. I Won’t Fight Back – Water balloons and soda pop bottles punctuating heartbreak.
Its useless giving these things out. We need to be a dynamic force, there needs to be some sort of reason for people to listen to us, and we aren't dynamic to people who know us. "Tyler and Conner? Oh, there the guys that are always doing albums. Oh? This is one of their albums? I guess its pretty good". You guessed right, sister. Its pretty DANG good. DAMN good if I may be explicit. The deal is we don't play shows (if we could only find a guitarist that could wrap their brain around Jorge Ben or Fela Kuti we MIGHT be in business) but if we did play shows, they'd be damn dynamic. So pretend that we just played this show where I fired my guitarist for breaking a string and the drummer wouldn't stop playing so I ended up making up three weird songs on the spot. They were supposed to have audience participation sections, but the P.A. was kind of quiet.
I guess the reason everyone else gets away with making albums is so that their fans who go to see them live can have a blueprint of what the songs sound like so they won't be confused when they hear them live again. So if we aren't a live band, we're a static band, we're a dead language, like Latin. And nobody wants to learn their scientific names all over in James Rabbitese.
So just pretend that a good-looking person you know had a copy of our CD in their car. This is the best way to get close to them: share an interest in James Rabbit. Where did they get it? They e-mailed me, just like everybody else.
Hypothetical good-looking fans.