Sometimes there's no substitute for the physical thing. This package — containing a CD with 13 original songs, and a bound, 32-page art booklet w/lyrics — is a like treasure itself, one to keep and revisit.
“I wanted to create the kind of CD that I enjoy owning myself,” Sue muses. “I like albums that take you on a journey: the songs stand on their own, but taken as a whole, the sequencing creates an even larger story. And I appreciate lyric booklets! And beautiful art. So, that’s what I’m going for here. There’s both ear-candy: interesting sonics, musical connections between songs, and stellar musicians, whose parts are sometimes like characters themselves – and eye-candy: artwork by friends, beautiful photos, lyrics you can read and ponder. It’s the kind of album that works on long car rides, when you’re in the open and can concentrate on the music, and also, anywhere you can listen and read the lyrics at the same time.”
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about
My friend “Terry” and I wrote each other messages, from our rooms across the street, with flashlights. If one of us wrote “phone,” Terry would flash his light right before pressing the last digit and so I’d know to pick up before it rang. (Can’t do that on cell phones!) Then we’d whisper, undetected, into the night.
Right after 5th grade, we moved, it was my dad’s decision: different
Suburb, larger house, in fact, a brand new sub-division, all we
New kids forming friendships in foundations, still half-built, walking
Tightrope on cement walls, switching floor plans without guilt
and it was
“Kick the Can” and “Schmear ‘em,” playing “chicken” on our bikes,
sneaking
Underneath the highway by the stream, on secret hikes…
There’s Jamie, yes, and Kate, and me, we’re hanging in the park
Giggling ’bout the boy we like: his name was Terry Clark
Terry’s parents were divorced – not common like today –
He lived across the street from me, his dad lived far away
His dark hair wavy like the sea, his nose a crooked path
His eyes so strangely somber, but we girls could make him laugh
and it was
Terry playin’ basketball, the cul-de-sac his court
And Terry pickin’ baseball teams – he’s king of every sport…
There’s Terry pickin’ pretty girls to practice pre-teen passion; but
I was just his friend, for I had braces and bad fashion
Ten o’clock each night, two rabbits met on our front lawn:
A pre-determined rendezvous, I’d blink and they were gone…
That’s when
Terry’d shine his flashlight from his window ‘cross the street – I’d
Flash back – we’d write messages, and plan a time to meet
and we’d
Sneak out of our houses, hearts thump-thumping at each creak,
We’d scoop up friends along the way: this wasn’t for the meek…
We’d play charades ‘til 4AM, we never did get caught, then we’d
Sneak back home and sleep ‘til noon: wonder what
our parents thought
The wild-flower field near Terry’s house, it was my secret place – well,
Jamie, Kate, and Terry knew – but they all gave me space
When fights at home grew too intense, I’d disappear for hours, to
Where tall grass met railroad tracks among the purple flowers
and it was
Terry showed me how the train could smash a penny flat
And Terry gave me his smashed coin; I think I still have that…
There’s Terry sharing secrets as we walk along the track
He must see my eyes shining, though he’ll never like me back
When I was in the 8th grade, my parents separated
I was sworn to secrecy, things were so complicated
But one night Dad returned, I heard them fight behind closed doors,
so I
Called up Terry for advice: he’d been through this before
and it was
Terry Clark who told me, “Your sisters must be scared
Let them know what’s going on, this problem must be shared…
Then all of you, together, go knock on your parents’ door”
So that’s exactly what we did: we crashed their private war
Our dad spoke of divorce, our mother softly cried
While everybody sobbed and hugged, an anger grew inside
I slip unnoticed from the house – that’s old hat for me – and
By the time they miss me I am where I need to be
and it’s
Dad who calls Jamie and Kate, my secret place revealed it’s
They who search with flashlights through the shadows of my field…
But that’s not where they’ll find me, after hours in the dark: I’m
Safe and warm across the street with my friend Terry Clark…
Yes, his mom let me inside, my friends and family in the dark: I’m Sobbing in the arms of Terry Clark…
credits
from Treasures & Time Travel,
released September 23, 2018
Sue: vocals, guitar
John Abbey: bass
Jordi Kleiner: violin
Bob Long: piano
Meg Thomas: drums
Chicago-based singer-songwriter Sue Fink enchants audiences with her whimsical perspective on the world. Her genre, “urban
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