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Liner Notes – Much Ado About Nothing

“Ew Wee Ew”

In the beginning there was The Chorus, which resided in a vast emptiness. On the second day a melody was added using the sound “ew”, followed by “wee”, and then once again repeating the first utterance, the “ew.” Yet again there was a vacuum which surrounded and encompassed this chorus with the strange yet melodious sounds. And there in the vast nothing The Chorus dwelt. And dwelt. And sat there some more, solitary, so alone that not even all the other lost fragments of discarded songs had an inkling of its existence.

Until one day, far off in the future, the author decided he wanted to use a lot of words in as sophomoric a fashion as he could muster to begin at one spot in a very mundane situation, only to end up in the very same spot at the end of the experience, having said essentially nothing in the whole process. And thus, from a place far beyond even the remote corner of the lost and discarded song fragments' dark hiding spot, The Chorus was somehow almost magically reconstituted from the ether of all things forgotten. The Chorus found a home with “Ew Wee Ew” as it fits like that last missing puzzle piece at your grandparents' semi-finished basement, you know, the one that's set up on a folding card table and it's a 500 piece picture of a covered bridge in the fall as the leaves are changing. But there's one piece missing from the creek below the bridge that leaves you feeling incomplete and helpless.

The Chorus is that missing watery piece, and you have indeed been rescued. You're welcome.

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I was walking, walking the dog through the park. It was snowing. When I suddenly became aware, so totally cognizant of exactly how oblivious we are to the world around us. While wondering if I should turn left or right at the next corner there was an unseen human drama, we're talking life and death situations here people, going on in our nearby vicinity. Forget about the rest of the world it's all too overwhelming and I felt so minuscule as I took no turn at all and continued walking, walking the doggie, through the park, in the snow.

Chorus: Ew wee ew. Yeah.

There was this one time, back in college, sophomore year, I had a deep thought. But then I got distracted by the hippies playing frisbee in the quad and it was gone. I reflected upon the time I sat in rapt attention for the entirety of a morning as a spider spun its web. I became enthralled by each cast of the purple disc as I imagined them to be connected to the one that came before and attached somehow to events in the larger world. So when a spider spins a web I'll watch for hours, when there was a shift in the breeze that snapped me from the trance. And then I smelled that hippie scent, of patchouli and grassy feet. And we all sang.

Chorus.

Years later, at an ungodly hour, I am snapped awake by my subconscious. For my psyche has remembered that deep thought from back in college, and it goes like this. Since each of the first three dimensions are perpendicular to one another, is time a.k.a. dimension four, then perpendicular to our imaginary 3D cube? I've been pondering that as I fall asleep (yo) allowing my subconscious to solve the mysteries of our multidimensional paradigm (word to your mother). So last night, at precisely four a.m. (drrrrrrt), my dreams have figured out that each of us is an impossible paradox existing in the all that there is (cash money), untethered, yet glued to everything that ever has been or ever will be, which completely changes my plans for tomorrow. But first I'm about to walk this dog through the park. It's still snowing.

Chorus.

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from the five word album title, released April 26, 2016

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Ism f.c. Lyme, New Hampshire

Imagine if you will, the bastard child of The White Stripes and Parliament Funkadelic, with lyrics as quirky as a spelling bee champion. That's us, ISM f.c. The fourth album is in the works.

Under the ISM f.c. umbrella are a few side projects. "The Clearing" is a project based on lost cassette tapes from a bygone era. "Committee on Incandescent Anomalies" is a post rock project. ... more

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