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Seven True Stories

by The High and Wides

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    The album covers for "Seven True Stories" were hand-fashioned from raw paper and printed on the Vandercook and C&P presses at the Rose O'Neill Literary House. Each cover is sequentially numbered and one-of-a-kind. Produced in limited supply and only available while supplies last.

    The High & Wides produced these covers in collaboration with artist Shannon Smulow, printer/designer Aaron Capp, and Mike Hoatson, owner of The Listening Room, who made the printing possible.

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    The album covers for "Seven True Stories" were hand-fashioned from raw paper and printed on the Vandercook and C&P presses at the Rose O'Neill Literary House. Each cover is sequentially numbered and one-of-a-kind. Produced in limited supply and only available while supplies last.

    The High & Wides produced these covers in collaboration with artist Shannon Smulow, printer/designer Aaron Capp, and Mike Hoatson, owner of The Listening Room, who made the printing possible.

    NOTE: CD cover posted here for reference, since LP covers are still in production. LP covers are being printed with linoleum blocks, necessitating a slightly different design.

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1.
Reverie 03:06
Head like an empty hall Where dead echoes hang and fall The voices speak but don’t give on to you Say they knew you at all Wedded and passed away Where my head rests, I lay But don’t the seasons rise in front of you Open up and give their secrets away Don’t stop my reverie It speaks but doesn’t sound If you can read the words Why don’t you write them down? Far away from me This path opens up to the sea Where everything that’s said and done Becomes one reluctant stream These waters drag us on And make the night run long But if they move, I’ll break my waking dream Just to hear the murmur of an old song Don’t stop my reverie It speaks but doesn’t sound If you can read the words Why don’t you write them down?
2.
A brutal sun, an august breeze Shook the ribbons in the dogwood trees Branches bowed in the wake of the thunder We shrank from the sky of an angry summer Tell me you love me, I'd probably miss it Show me again and I still wouldn't get it Years after, I can wait on a punch line Haven't changed so much, except I'm trying Laid low Beyond Below Just a memory now Distant as a cloud over Idaho In the eye of a hurricane Staring there you’ll feel safe again While the whole damn world Splinters with rain You'll spend all your days Getting whole again Who mends your wounds, bends your will Holds your hair when the poison makes you ill Who wrapped your world in a silver ring Who makes the cage bird sing Who blots the ink from her wings
3.
Real America 03:47
Fire up the sirens Every time the home team scores Waving flags like we won the war Cheer like a mob, wail like a whore Rooting for the company store Giving all we've got and more for Real America The Faithful of the heartland Waiting on the end of days With how things go they'll get their way Those wide rusty boulevards Stretch till the West just fades Make me want to pray for Real America Real deal tried true Red white black blue You can ride a cadillac The back of old King Kong The long white line to Babylon Whip our mules from east to west Back where we belong Wondering what went wrong with Real America Real deal tried true Fall season jackboot Red white black blue
4.
Burning Well 02:05
5.
A frost on the kitchen window A hush upon the world The homesteaders let their fences fold And wandered long ago But I'm no more a traveler than The blackjack pine That stands about my home Place no stone on me Place no stone on me Might be time to rest I ain't done just yet Place no stone on me Mother fell to fever Father did too Or grief for all we knew And both my brothers Were younger than me So I raised them as we grew When I had other plans for life It was the right thing to do Place no stone on me Place no stone on me Might be time to rest I ain't done just yet Place no stone on me My daughter was just three years old Startled from a dream Saying Daddy you're gonna get older and older And older, till you're free Wish it didn't hurt me to say She's a lot like me Place no stone on me Place no stone on me When I move on To the great beyond Place no stone on me
6.
Reprise 01:28
7.
Noah's Ark 04:23
Sweep up the dust Put it in a bin Raise the beams, there’s a void that must be filled Treading a path that’s clear Yeah we’re gonna build Noah’s Ark right here We’ll put up a sign To tell the times The end is near, but everybody’s doing fine Treading a path that’s clear Yeah we’re gonna build Noah’s Ark right here There’s a steady rising tide But please don’t pay no mind So many years We’ve sung this song Temptation in the wilderness grows strong The day is done The time is nigh This scaffold needs a sacrifice and I’m Treading a path that’s clear Yeah we’re gonna build Noah’s Ark right here There’s a steady rising tide But please don’t pay no mind Yeah we’re gonna build Noah’s Ark right here
8.
Cohasset 02:36
9.
O Yulia, don’t be a fool, this tide will turn on you A mother pretending, no way to mend my broke up childhood But if the augury that haunts your dreams don’t turn you nothing would There’s a head, washed up on a shore White bone, rolling on the ocean floor It’s late, but darkness becomes dawn in time And now that hour’s mine Money seeks what it can’t speak, but what else could I bring? Oh Dmitry, don’t look through me, I fear you see one more thing There’s a head, washed up on a shore White bone, rolling on the ocean floor… There’s a head, washed up on a shore White bone, rolling on the ocean floor It’s late, but darkness becomes dawn in time And now that hour’s mine
10.
Self Made 03:21
Well I never really made my way Oh Lord I tried Worked hard and a got my pay But first there’s things and then there’s others The whole show starts to drag Trying to fit all what you love In a slowly shrinking bag The deacon said he knew what I need A little prayer and faith And all the good things would come to me But them that have are given more Was the verse they read I’m not someone to ignore The sermons in my head I’m gonna get straight Before I’m in the ground When it’s too late I’ll turn round To watch the last train Heading out of town Then set the match that burns that station down Them that have are given more The whole show starts to drag Tried but I just can’t ignore That slowly shrinking bag First there’s things and then there’s others Was the verse they read Trying to fit all what you love With the sermons in your head
11.
Raven sky Did the moon close its eyes Have the stars fallen to sleep Has the wide mouth of heaven Spoken its prayer Promised our souls will keep I know your nighttime Must seem like a lifetime Mine moves much too fast A moment alone A hope... a home A dream the time would last Though I would like To lay here all night I leave you to sleep alone To have a child Is a smile and a prayer And years of letting go A morning's tremble Memory’s quake Nightmare shaking The world awake Eyes swollen Like a harvest tide A moonlit shiver On the great divide Cradle of heaven Arms of a schoolyard Veins of a river Through the heart of a graveyard Child I have dreamed you In color... in sound What I mourn you have given What I lost you have found

about

The old farmhouse where we recorded this album was known by many as an old boarding house, while others swear it was a brothel. Most recently, it was home to good friends who were kind enough to let us make a record in their living room as they prepared it for sale.

We chose to engineer and produce the album ourselves. While we all enjoy working in professional studios, DIY recording afforded a freedom of experimentation that we never could have achieved while working by the hour. Some of our favorite material on this project was neither performed nor rehearsed by the full band before our recording sessions, but came together through trial and error, both in front of live mics and while taking breaks outside to enjoy the stillness of Maryland’s Eastern Shore.

In keeping with this DIY aesthetic, we fashioned the album covers from raw paper and printed them on Vandercook and C&P presses at the Rose O'Neill Literary House, a collaboration with artist Shannon Smulow, printer/designer Aaron Capp, and Mike Hoatson, owner of The Listening Room, who made the printing possible.

We are drawn to stories imbued with a sense of place, and those stories are what inspire our music. Over generations, genuine and apocryphal stories merge into a single, collective memory about a place's homes and institutions. Many of the stories on this album are mostly true, even the fictional ones, and all are rooted in memories of places we love.

credits

released December 13, 2019

The High & Wides are:

Mike Buccino – Bass
Marc Dykeman – Guitar & Vocals
Nate Grower – Fiddle
Sam Guthridge – Banjo, Mandolin, & Vocals

Vocals on “Lullaby & Postlude” performed by all the High & Wides
Slide guitar on “Cloud Over Idaho” performed by Sam Guthridge
Drums on “Cloud Over Idaho” performed by Ray Anthony

Engineering – Marc Dykeman
Mastering – Philip Stevenson (nightworldrecords@gmail.com)
Album Symbol Art – Shannon Smulow (shannon.smulow@gmail.com)
Jacket Design and Printing – Aaron Capp & Michael Hoatson
Band Photo – Walter Bowie (walter@loblolly.biz)

The High & Wides would like to thank our families, fans, and friends for all of their support during the making and release of this album, and in particular, would like to acknowledge the following: Randy Ball, The Bluegrass Marketer, Walter Bowie, Michael Buckley, Aaron Capp, Charm City Bluegrass, Phil Chorney, The Creative Alliance, The Dykeman Family, Julie Eckels, Sarah Ensor, The Garfield Center for the Arts, Julia Golonka, The Grower Family, The Guthridge Family, Mike Hoatson & the Listening Room, Brandon Hoy, Kristen Jones, Mike Kaylor, Adam Kirr, Brad Kolodner & Charm City Junction, Frank Lopez, Philly Bluegrass, The Rockshop Performing Arts Center, The Rose O’Neill Literary House Press at Washington College, Matt Royles & Man About a Horse, Brook Schumann, Leah Schell, Shannon Smulow, Philip Stevenson, Tonal Park Studios, Bill Wright

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The High and Wides Baltimore, Maryland

The High & Wides draw on their backgrounds in bluegrass to take the music to a place of their own with inspiration from the days when old-time, rockabilly, western swing, and proto-rock'n'roll mingled in a murky soup of hillbilly string band music.

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