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War Footing

by Andrea Mazzariello

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1.
Lying Down 04:26
War footing means no contact The drawing of a circle Measured by my body lying down At least--at last--today. Broadcast the next directive Depends on who you follow Up and running, take it lying down We'll weather it ok. Yesterday someone loaded bags into my car War footing means we live like kings My house is on a hill Three floors and a bunker I leave a gift to some charities in your name. War footing tears the contracts And stitches them together Redline the language lying down Approved from home someday. Broadcast with reservation The daily serpent's sermon Scan the lowlights midnight lying down What does your sleeping say? Yesterday someone asked if we could make a deal War footing means hold out holed up for days My virtue is for sale Three floors and a way out I leave a mark in cement before it dries. This is how we build a bridge This is when we leave the house This is why we stay away. Roll back to how it started The closing of a circle Stand up the bodies lying down Like any other day.
2.
Said a Thing 02:54
I keep track of my consumption For use in later math Let alone my core assumption That it clarifies the path I monitor my vital signs Noticing the trends I'm coloring inside the lines And straightening the bends I don't just wanna burn it down unless I do Someone's beat me to it All of you Thanks for choosing in a block Your serpent-headed friend Until your other figurehead Decides to come again I'll be counting while you wait The beans against the thaw But nothing I can calculate Trumps what you think you saw You made a wish to burn it down and it came true Start dancing til it catches up with you And it will and when it does That we all said it would won't make a sound Except to lock us out Of all those cities you built underground Did you sanctify the water, Or is it there to keep your kids alive? While I run mine into the light You were right that something would arrive My numbers came back yesterday This new routine is clever "keep it up," the doctors say You'll live for fucking ever.
3.
That was a bit much I got carried away I guess I was just having a bad day Everything’s fine now Even everything’s cool I put my headphones in and walk to school I work in a tower It’s pearly and white I get paid to air my laundry in plain sight It’s hard to believe how Lucky I’ve been I knocked on every door and i got in I know a good farmer I’m a pretty good cook A consequence of all the pills i took That was an outburst You shouldn’t have said Focus on your gardening instead Or take a vacation Go up to the shore Spend all our money at the record store I’d rather be selling What I’m determined to buy The limit is a slightly lower sky I won’t get despondent That i made a good plan Professional distinguished also-ran It doesn’t cut like a razor That my friends are in lights A consequence of slightly longer sights Or a quieter mind frame When I was scared of the dark Or my story might just have a longer arc It bends in its own time It grows like a weed It knows the difference between want and need I need to say something But that doesn’t mean That i am being heard or being seen I fly under the radar I use invisible ink And anyways the writing helps me think I think about old songs And i think about you And all that you believe that i can do So I will do some things On the days that i will And hopefully that holds us both until Something bigger should happen Like you knew that it would And it’ll be because you said i could That’s a bit much I throw a little too long But tomorrow is your birthday, here’s a song It started out about me And ended up about you As I would want my better days to do.
4.
Speaking of better days this garden has seen The previous ownership, compulsively competent It lulls us to sleep then explodes into green My mode of address more impulsive than confident I have these ideas how it can vibrate and breathe The eye ought to travel how the body negotiates The movement we built into intricate weaves The mind comes to rest as the water free-associates At first then eventual cut of a path An irrigation masterpiece, half predetermined arteries The rest is as easy as drawing a bath Honoring the gravity, becoming what it wants to be But as it stands it’s just overgrown It goes the same way I’ve always known Some visionary seeds go to ground Then I forget where I set them down. Speaking of better ways I might practice thinking The concept exists in all the brands that I buy They say that just sitting there inspires an unlinking Between the machine and what’s in front of the eye I have these ideas of more inspired ways to see Or maybe that striving suppresses the untainted Looking then running all the code that I need My mind like a river, my eyes clear, my gaze painted On to my face to subdue any following What passes will pass, unconcerned with its measure Like sediment sinking, like gunpowder hollowing Out of a bullet, like unburied treasure It’s in my mouth but I overblow Nice to believe, harder to know I spit every seed down to ground But there’s no water in this town.
5.
43:1 05:30
Making things masks sickness, I will have to give this back 43 days for this 1-day attack That’s the deal presented from before I had a choice That’s the cost of having any voice And when it comes I lean on systems that I put in place An action plan to follow and the habits to replace That’s the deal I made with you when you still had a voice That’s the price of leaving me a choice Could be worse my good days could be bad at least I make A thing for you before the earth quakes And when it does you lean on rails you wrapped around the place And lifelines that you strung between the sharps that you replaced With healthy ways to spend my time, with things that might restore Dynamic equilibrium, before I’m out the door. And on to bigger, better, more Beyond what kept me here before And on to higher, faster, new My aim consistently post true Hit the mark if only there were anything to say Besides a recreation of the low day And how it almost fucked up everything but then instead I wound up getting resourced and well-read In terms of how to think about the steps I need to take To start to know the nature of the lists I always make To organize the landscape and flatten all the peaks Raise up every valley, plug the slow leaks I’m an airtight capsule, I’ve depressurized this place And filled the walls with mirrors from a safe space That won’t reveal my face in ways with which you might agree From being on the inside of what no one else can see Walls can talk and tell you everything you need to know Reflecting back how danger turns to boredom in the snow And back to smaller, worse, and less From games of chance to games of chess And back to lower, slower, old Just sleeping, keeping out the cold Hide the mess the company is almost at the door Ring the bell and get up off the floor.
6.
I hear about the changing of the guard it won't come soon enough That is if it should come at all I can't get unstuck on that thought No rest unto the wicked maybe that's the reason I wake up To check the progress on foregone conclusions running in reverse Count your breaths Really be there Retrace your steps Fair is foul, foul is far They say it's only sound and fury fuhrer's fuse is fuming out A dying animal last slash enclosure keeping us apart Perimeter that's closing down unless it's growing all the while What's set in motion goes to ground in time just have to watch the clock Count one breath Really see where Embrace your steps Fair is foul, foul is fair I hear that fair is foul and foul is fair we're upside down this year They say to keep the faith and spread the faith I'm trying half the time When I breathe in I try to know that I am taking half a breath What goes up must come down not if but when not if but when oh when Take one breath.
7.
Pre-Post 07:36
8.
Post Nova 02:47
So much dust covers all the tables Suffocates the cables Static in the line hums, 60-cycle noise, thumbs, All my grip on swivel bearing Loosen drop to stop the staring Spirit of the stairs, look back before my cells cook. After it settles I'll draw in the particles of star dirt Now that it's settled I'll build you a ladder out of space sand. Lean it like it's real Metallic in its feel Steady for the faith climb, overhanded pull I'm Managing my expectations Accurate about my station Blocking out the head rush and everything my hands crush After it settles Collect all the pictures that I scattered Now that it's settled The images form into a canvas. There is something being born where there was nothing there before. Something's being born where there was nothing there before Something's being born where there was nothing.
9.
80s Death 02:32

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I started these songs alone. Voice, keyboards, synthesizers, programmed drums. Cascades of words, thick swaths of sound. Writing through political horrors in abundance, a virus going viral, domestic concerns, a tethering in place. How to lock down and with whom.

I finished these songs with friends. Co-composers, really. They found space to breathe, in and around the work that I had done, sonic answers to an invitation: listen, play, see where you land.

Friends who play rock, improvised music, fiddle tunes, avant percussion—they all make contact here. The individuals, their histories, their ways of making, wound together around an expressive core steeped in too much language and too much sound. Trying nonetheless for just enough. Tempered by collective effort.

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released September 16, 2022

Andrea Mazzariello (words, keyboards, synths, programming. Drums on “Aspirational Gardening,” “43:1,” and “Post Nova”)
Brady Lenzen (bass)
Jason treuting (drums and percussion)
JC Sanford (brass)
Dan Trueman (strings)
Mike Williams (acoustic guitars)
Andy Flory (electric guitars)

Matthew Zimmerman recorded acoustic piano on the kracum stage at carleton college.
Andrea Mazzariello made initial mixes that he checked and revised based on consultations with Reid Kruger.
Matt Poirier ran re-tracking sessions at miner street recordings, then mixed and produced the album.

Andrea Mazzariello is a fiscal year 2021 recipient of a Creative Support for Individuals grant from the Minnesota State Arts Board. This activity is made possible by the voters of Minnesota through a grant from the Minnesota State Arts Board, thanks to a legislative appropriation by the Minnesota State Legislature; and by a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts.

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Andrea Mazzariello Northfield, Minnesota

Andrea Mazzariello (he/him) is a composer, performer, writer, and teacher.

He writes songs, makes electronic music, and works in notated traditions.

He writes about listening.

He teaches composition at Carleton College, directs the composition program at the Sō Percussion Summer Institute, and mentors young musicians at The Key, a youth services organization in Northfield, MN.
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