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JEN PAUL / JEANS WILDER



Written, Arranged and recorded by Jen paul (new jersey) and jeans wilder (san diego) in 2009.

33 rpm
Side A - Jen Paul
Side B - Jeans Wilder

Photography Jen Paul
Layout by Fleur D
Cover sleeve printed on white card board with a flap.


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"With even guitar, down tempo pacing, and delicately strained lyrics,
Jeans Wilder produces a collection of unaffected, diffuse,
and melancholic lullabies. Simple strumming merges with warbling vocals
and the result is heard through a fuzzy, manually-tuned, distant a.m.
radio that stretches thesesounds as best as possible from the source.

Jen Paul shapes motifs gathered from the middle of the ocean and
the sky above it, a possible soundtrack for the interplay these natural entities sustain.
Her reverberating chords and soaring vocals yield a straightforward,
steady float and occasionally a more turbulent ride, though at times more
organic and earthly instrumentation surfaces among the fluid echoes."


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TRACKLIST

FACE A - JEN PAUL
1. sailors ball on ghost at sea
2. eght dollr keyboard
3. buried farm
4. cab hail
5. swollen bloques
6. thank god for mental illness
7. home drone
8. leg spit
9. planes

FACE B - JEANS WILDER
1. pretty bird
2. catalina
3. miss yr scent
4. bunny
5. be still
6. navy blue
7. sleep tight

33rpm
300 copies
Out, September 2009.

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LINKS

JEN PAUL

JEANS WILDER

 

 



REVIEW

20 JAZZ FUNK GREATS
My fortress is a collection of rituals, and every ritual is a secret charm protecting me against anything bad happening. I step through the world in perfectly measured ellipses, navigating the cracks of the pavement like a tightrope walker whose life hinges on not taking the wrong step next. I stare into the ground and continue sliding into the curvature of this cycle with my hands in my pockets. Ensuring that I am where I should be at the right time every time so that the same thing will happen again requires concentration. But sometimes I get distracted. Someone gets on my way, the whole day is thrown into disarray. Those are the bad times. But there are other times. My shadow projected over the pavement, long and murky and lonely, and then suddenly another shadow blending into mine, and beyond, I raise my head disregarding the strict plan, a bird soars towards the spires of the cathedral under whose mighty structures I walk every day, and I am blinded by the sun. The scaffolding of signs and symbols surrounding my body shakes, a spider crack appears on its side, a rain of dust, I smile because I am one beautiful moment closer to being free. This wonderful reverie is included in a split between Jeans Wilder and Jen Paul also available from La Station Radar.
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