Happy release day to Oliver Scott Draper on his new album "Cordelia"
It's a beautiful sound collage of different stories, styles, and sounds that are sure to tickle your ears.
Album Release Show May 16th
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Album Review by Merle Tee
A Song by Song Descriptive Analysis of “CORDELIA” by OLIVER SCOTT DRAPER
THIS IS LOVE (AN INTRODUCTION)
You start off in a Rugrats cartoon shake. Banging pots and pans in the kitchen while trying to create a birthday cake for the party tonight. Silverware dancing along until they slowly land in their right spots on the counter shelves.
ONE MORE DAY
The pantry door suddenly flings open releasing a group of figures on red tricycles. They storm off into the living-room, twirling noisemakers and pedaling in unison atop a toy keyboard like in the movie BIG. The 50’s dance pop jangle blasting through the black and white TV, adjacent to all the action. Soda gets spilled on the remote as the controls go bonkers and things go to static.
JUST FORGET
Focusing back on the TV, you swirl into a Western, Cowboy show universe. Our main character jangling along on a drunk donkey, harmonica bleeding in and out as the stars fall down and around this beautiful, sandy desert. Other horses galloping along from cymbal crash to cymbal crash.
TAKE A TRIP
Suddenly a flying saucer beams you up sending you into a kaleidoscope of indie pop. You’ve become weightless matter floating in the atmosphere on this wild trip alongside our hero. Light beams of color darting around you, moons sucking into your orbit, circling in rhythm.
WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN
You get spit out back into reality, slowly picking yourself out of the puddle outside of the saloon. Muppet like figures passing around corn liquor on horseback trotting like cartoon birds around your head.
DREAMS
The TV set is turned off and you zap back to reality. The sky outside has turned to black, storm clouds blowing in, as you crawl under your giant blanket on the couch. A David Lynch gloom crawls into your mind drifting you into dream land.
TOUCHED WITH FIRE
Winds swell, clouds dissipate, the sky begins to clear. The sunlight slowly poking through the broken blinds, as a lounge singer struts thru the room, grazing pictures of a past life. You in awe throwing old Christmas mints into the air.
MUSIC IN MY HEAD
Porch doors slowly swing open with a gentle breeze, hitting the wind chimes, beckoning you outside. A brick patterned porch scattered with gnomes and garden tools, ivy growing around chairs and lawnmowers, birds pecking around for earthworms, as your legs become springs bouncing you around this new world.
OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR
Your springs break and you tumble down on the shady side of the house, cats stuck in slow motion, chasing mice under pallets that you try to climb to get back inside. Booze in one hand, key in the other trying to figure out the door while your soft spoken friend looks out the window at your struggles.
I DON’T WANT TO GROW OLD
The door unlocks into a beautiful sunlit attic with a dusty player piano. The keys dancing as you trudge up the circular staircase, the ghost you singing along. Your eyes start to swirl leading to the stained glass windows overlooking the backyard.
ENDLESS SUMMER
Attic stairs drop and you fall into a sludge down the stairs back into your room. A close friend on the edge of your bed sharing secrets and dreams as you two start to draw laying down blending into the floorboards. Dancing between the floorboards, as a tiny mice circus prowl in and out of the surrounding mouse holes.
Your friend leaves and your inner voices take control leading you to the windowsill. A moping figure elbows down, hands supporting the chin, daydreaming of something else.
WELCOME HOME (A CONCLUSION)
Just as you start to fall back asleep, the window shatters and you fall through landing gracefully into a bed of flowers. The smell of summer bursting in, as the moon rises and a campfire sets aflame. The flames become a bonfire and all your friends and creatures of the forest gather around picking up instruments to join in the jamboree. Red solo cups and marshmallows whirl around the air as the moonlight shimmers down. The tent opens up and you fall back into your sleeping-bag, tightly wrapping up back into love.