First of both, I’m copying-and-pasting from NY Daily News website; second, from Patrick Park’s website. Have a nice day! See ya!
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“Certain things happen to us in our lives and we identify those things as being part of us,” Park explains. “But once they’re gone there’s no reality to them anymore. The past is a figment of our imagination. If you hold on to it too strongly, you can’t see what’s really around you.”
While declining to go into specifics, Park offers: “There are a million ways to self-destruct and I feel like I’ve found a lot of those — whether that be sabotaging relationships, personal and professional, or substance abuse — trying to get away from whatever feeling I haven’t been able to deal with.”
The struggle to confront those emotions defines much of the new CD. Lyrically, Park does so in an uncommonly clear way. Unlike many pop scribes, who seem hell-bent on making their words as inaccessible as possible, Park pens vivid verse that’s poetic, too. “The trick is to be clear without being too literal,” he says. “I want people to know what I'm getting at.”
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In 2000, when Park had a batch of songs, he decided to demo them. He lacked the money to go into a studio, but that didn’t deter him: “I ended up recording in the back of a store that a friend’s girlfriend owned. I sang all the vocals on my knees inside of this couch-cushion hut that we built because there was a cricket in the room and it kept bleeding into the microphone. It was August and it was hot and horrible.” Later that year, Patrick had a chance run in with producer Dave Trumfio (Wilco, OK GO, Earlimart) and was able to give him a copy of what came to be known as the “basement tapes”. “I didn’t expect to ever hear from him again, but he called me the next day and asked if I had any more songs.”
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“Certain things happen to us in our lives and we identify those things as being part of us,” Park explains. “But once they’re gone there’s no reality to them anymore. The past is a figment of our imagination. If you hold on to it too strongly, you can’t see what’s really around you.”
While declining to go into specifics, Park offers: “There are a million ways to self-destruct and I feel like I’ve found a lot of those — whether that be sabotaging relationships, personal and professional, or substance abuse — trying to get away from whatever feeling I haven’t been able to deal with.”
The struggle to confront those emotions defines much of the new CD. Lyrically, Park does so in an uncommonly clear way. Unlike many pop scribes, who seem hell-bent on making their words as inaccessible as possible, Park pens vivid verse that’s poetic, too. “The trick is to be clear without being too literal,” he says. “I want people to know what I'm getting at.”
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In 2000, when Park had a batch of songs, he decided to demo them. He lacked the money to go into a studio, but that didn’t deter him: “I ended up recording in the back of a store that a friend’s girlfriend owned. I sang all the vocals on my knees inside of this couch-cushion hut that we built because there was a cricket in the room and it kept bleeding into the microphone. It was August and it was hot and horrible.” Later that year, Patrick had a chance run in with producer Dave Trumfio (Wilco, OK GO, Earlimart) and was able to give him a copy of what came to be known as the “basement tapes”. “I didn’t expect to ever hear from him again, but he called me the next day and asked if I had any more songs.”
You say life is a dream where we can’t say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we’re driving past
There’s no telling where we’ll be in a day or in a week
And there’s no promises of peace or of happiness
Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And polverize and derrange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you’re scared to sing along
Until the very ending
Oh, it’s time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we’ve been
It’s time to cut ties that won’t ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they’re in
Oh, tell me what good is saying that you’re free
In a dark and storming sea
You’re chained to your history, you’re surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord’s in control
He’s gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You’re gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won’t you tell me why you live like you’re afraid to die
You’ll die like you’re afraid to go
Oh, it’s time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we’ve been
It’s time to cut ties that won’t ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they’re in
From the chains and shackles that they’re in
Well life is a dream ‘cause we’re all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we’re dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all
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