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Home All Day, Home All Night

by The Furious Seasons

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changeng "HADHAN", the latest release by Furious Seasons, is another collection of beautiful songs by David Steinhart that sneak up on you. Steinhart writes songs that put their arms around you and whisper naughty suggestions in your ear. The album becomes panoramic upon multiple listenings. Jeff Steinhart on bass and Paul Nelson on guitars make a sound fuller than an acoustic three piece should be able to make. Gorgeous stuff. Favorite track: A Puff of Smoke.
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DBCinCA What an awesome collection of tunes to carry us through a time of dislocation and unease. All the songs are solid, but I particularly like the last few, and the Bowie cover is a neat interpretation. Favorite track: The Smallest Beach.
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1.
I can’t get used to these empty streets on the morning drive It feels like someone took a remote control and hit pause on our lives Time measured in years has always felt different then time in my mind Have I seen your face before? Getting used to expecting the wildly unexpected My thoughts are haywire, my priorities redirected She says, “You’ve always had a little trouble staying connected I say, “Well, I can appreciate that”. I’m riding slow, with a roadie tonight I feel the friction of the road, I’m getting lost in the lights Well, we ride this weathered carousel. Is this happening? Is this the new world? Only time will tell Keep your eyes on the road Keep your ear to the ground You know what we have to do For now I’m riding slow, with a roadie tonight I hear the pain in the quiet, the empty streets on fire Well, we ride this weathered carousel. Is this happening? Is this the new world? Only time will tell I’ve long had dreams of a downtown shiny and bustling I was romanced by a high rise, I almost bought in But you know that the wind at my back is largely suburban And I bend to tradition I’m riding slow, with a roadie tonight Well, my love and my life on the passenger side We ride this weathered carousel. Is this happening? Is this the new world? Is this happening? Is this the real world? Only time will tell
2.
Down For Me 04:45
Down For Me A cracked and faded analog image Some things that fell through those cracks That goodbye for now my darling You thought might actually come back Must have left you alone and confused A hole in your history Clouds that dissolves in the mirror A ship through the fog out at sea Did you come down here for me? Did you come down here just for me? I must have left the light on. I don’t believe in the good ole days That’s for people whose eyes are shut tight I’m pretty clear about where we came from How we tossed and turned sleepless nights I know it’s easy lose your balance When everything cycles so fast When each day is a struggle beyond reason The mind wants to live in the past So, did you come here for me? Did you come down here just for me? Did you come alone? Better get on home/Better head on home I’d be lying if I said You’ve never been on my mind But most things that I see in the rear mirror I’m happy that I left behind There are dark clouds up ahead And more past the ones I can see But that trail up over the mountain Is the only one calling to me
3.
We Finally Get Fall We finally get fall By late February The sun is still bright and high But the air has some bite As it finds way through the trees They say it’ll rain A big storm by mid-week When it starts coming down It’s like being out of town It happens so infrequently That’s the weather in LA and (There’s no) And anyway, you would know that That much hasn’t changed Since you’ve been gone since you’re not coming back Since we let the blue sky Fade to black The moonlight peeks over the house Onto the street, and into my car It’s telling me to settle up here, pack a bag and my guitar And follow the road through the night to where you are? You’ve got all four seasons back there in the east Winter means bitter cold and a heavy coat And the snow in the trees But out here in LA we mark time differently Winter is just the season you went to find yourself and finally gave up on me
4.
Lovely Backyard The pictures you sent Are the picture of perfect calm Bend Oregon, It’s a sore welcome home You drove down to LA From the great North West To promptly re-pack your car So, I’m glad you’re someplace Where you feel safe Looking out at a lovely backyard It’s just like LA to welcome you back with a bang This whole virus thang Went and ruined everything It’s a cruel joke when you roll into town Just as they close all the bars It’s worth singing loud I think you saved my life at least once When I was lost and young I was running from everyone Those soft melodies Those chords that ebb and flow Fast and then slow They are so beautiful You got stuck in an apartment in West LA Where they wouldn’t let you play that guitar
5.
We Go Down 04:40
We Go Down Rosalie you’re my girl You work on the production line Let’s slip past the machines Past the whirring of busy minds Past those poor craning necks Past before and what comes next Let’s drive up through downtown In my brothers old red Ford van Past the stadium gates Past the neighborhood hot dogs stand Up that nice quiet street By the police academy And we go down We park the van in the turnaround And we go down Right to this little spot that we found, Rosalie Rosalie you’re my girl A little quiet but oh so sweet Curves like the north hills You’re barely south of five feet You’re the light in my sky You’re the queen of my backseat God knows I am trying But I can barely breathe If I’m not the man I was Or the one I hoped I be I still feel like a man when you’re here with me In this van on this street In the shade, under this tree My Rosalie
6.
Birthday Song The last call lights flicker Your beers half full You nursed that drink all night For the sake of a little company For the chance to set the world just right, for the night The ideas crashing, coming too fast Your agile brilliant mind Your profane tirades, our collective gasp No thought left unspoken Each word opined Happy birthday my dear friend Where you been, Slim? The bowling alley Talking trash Some alley Downtown Procuring stash A trip up north To the other Glogovac Holed up in your apartment Laying down tracks There’s a big hole in the sky this time of year But you know, I’m doing fine I sure do miss collective celebrations Today being yours Yesterday being mine
7.
Long Vacation Coming off the dog days of summer The hard labor of fall begins Been here so many times No surprise you end up here again You never took a breath to consider The product of all of this loss Your place in the new landscape Or how much that stiff upper lip cost You need a long vacation A little time to let go of the steering wheel And when you get back from that long vacation Maybe you should turn around and get out of this town for real You worked it like it was your own Like it’d been the family for years All the while knowing well It would never be yours free and clear And the one thing you’ve come to count on Each season will throw you a curve Never sure which is more What you get or what you deserve You need a long vacation It’s time to negotiate a better deal And when you get back from that long vacation Maybe you should turn around and get out of this town for real You got talked into playing a part Left here to mind the store But after all these empty years No one’s talking about you anymore You need a long vacation Is there a life for you past this ordeal? And when you get back from your long vacation Leave your bags packed, turn around and get out of this town For real
8.
The North Valley Soft hazy days in the north valley You can see the heat rise off the freshly paved roads Roads so wide there’s isn’t anyplace like it At least no place that I know Santa Susana’s north of the newest new houses A mile past our school, the Cagney ranch down the block A shower of stars, nights when the smog would blow away On display from the fields of empty house lots All these forks in the road Some devised Some unavoidable Who’s calling you home? What temps you to stray? To burn white hot, like the North Valley sun Or to live to fight another They say that we could have That we so nearly did But come on kid We never stood a chance We you going to wait around For them to tell us what to do? We had our own plans Summer that year just skipped over fall Into a Hollywood winter that was wet and long The smaillest things played like marathons Until it just made sense to move on Those unavoidable forks in the road There was nothing for you at home Why did you stay? You were born to burn like the summer sun And let come what may
9.
A Puff of Smoke I turn into a sad little Puff of white smoke As I pour into the street? Plainly invisible Not a soul can see me All of these sharp expensive clothes These black shiny boots All this fine jewelry Like a magician’s trick Appear to float on top of me This curious state Did I disappear or come out clean? Will I spend the rest of my days Not being seen? This is no smoke and mirrors No slight of hand or rare disease? I fear it’s just the beautiful years Having had their way with me When the song goes this long After the thrill is gone Such a familiar tune Hey December? Yesterday felt just like June? This curious state Did I disappear or come out clean? Now I’ll spend the rest of my days Not being seen This dubious fate Kid before long you’ll know just what I mean We spend our waning days Not being seen I’m walking ghost A puff of white smoke
10.
Changes 05:13
Changes-David Bowie Still don't know what I was waitin' for And my time was runnin' wild A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse How the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test Don't want to be a richer man There's gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence And so the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're goin' through Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Where's your shame? You've left us up to our necks in it Strange fascinations fascinate me Ah, changes are taking The pace I'm goin' through Ooh, look out, you rock 'n' rollers Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
11.
Did you find your way back home? Did you find that home was back that way at all? Did the waves sweep you away Until the beach looked sad and small? There’s a house on a nearby hill In the afternoon light It shines like a lavish dream And reminds me that houses aren’t always what they seem And when all is said and done It’s not who you are It’s just where you came from Why look back? Why even bother turning your head? Make your way To the better day Right up there on the road ahead It’s good to keep the peace I’m almost always happy to give a little more But I’ve learned when it’s time to Walk away and close a door
12.
7420 04:31
You’ll be home all day We’ll home all night Laying low and abstaining From all of our non-essential activities They boil down to just 4 or 5 things We’re still left here with whole lot of nothing The sun sets slow Over the Hollywood sign Over the empty Boulevard We sit close on the weathered bench In the dirt patch in our front yard Waiting for the fireworks to start Happy Independence Day Baby I sure love you You’re just about the only thing In this broken world that I intend to hold onto You bring out the food I’ll go fetch your sweater The fireworks in the LA sky feel like a wish for something better There’s a nervous chill the July air There’s no point in trying to pretend That we’ve any idea what tomorrow brings Or how this chapter ends Or which way the curve is going to bend Happy Independence Day The sky lights up red, white and blue You’re about the only thing In this broken world that I intend to hold onto I miss my band and I miss my folks And I miss our friends I try to view this experience Through a larger lens A painful means to a better end Happy Independence Day Baby I sure love you You’re just about the only thing In this broken world that I intend to hold onto Let’s raise a glass To love and truth and science The fireworks in the LA sky fell like an act of pure defiance

about

The Furious Seasons are an acoustic trio with stories to tell. Living inside these songs are tales of persons in desperate situations, chronicles of life in 21st century Los Angeles, and stories of quietly heroic individuals, often told with a nod towards the inexorable passage of time. Acclaimed songwriter, singer and guitarist David Steinhart fashions songs that lyrically live on the hopeful side of melancholy, with an approach to songwriting by turns stark and ethereal, and perfect for an acoustic treatment. The supple accompaniment from this small string orchestra generates a surprising tonal lushness, in the end creating a hypnotic universe in which the listener can lose themselves for a time. Listen to these songs and they will change you. Veteran Los Angeles songwriter David Steinhart has distilled decades of songwriting on over 20 album releases, and with his brother Jeff has toured the U.S. and Europe in the '90s and ‘00s in bands Smart Brown Handbag and Pop Art (both still have cult followings).
Now, almost exactly a year after the release of the acclaimed La Fonda comes the release of a new album, the 12-song Home All Day, Home All Night, boasting a sprawling song cycle that includes subjects as disparate as the COVID 19 pandemic, love, ageing, childhood memories and even a David Bowie cover, but which are tied together with the sense of the elusiveness of time, and of its effect on people and relationships.

Like most musicians and bands during the 2020-2021 pandemic season, The Furious Seasons had to adapt to no live shows, no rehearsals and no studio work. David responded to the quarantine times with a new batch of songs, the lyrics of which bloom in exquisite detail and which brilliantly reflect this new situation we find ourselves in. A line from the song 7420 traces the path of a couple in Los Angeles who, in COVID-era lockdown and also feeling the entanglement of the then-current political atmosphere, watch an Independence Day nighttime display and ponder, “The fireworks, in the L.A. sky / feel like an act of pure defiance”. A verse from the same song offers up a summary of the times, as well as the album title:

You’ll be home all day / we’ll be home all night
Laying low and abstaining
From all of our non-essential activities / They boil down to just four or five things
Still we’re left here with a whole lot of nothing


In order to work safely during the height of the pandemic record the new songs, the songs were recorded in 4 different commercial and home studios, one of which was that of long-time Los Angeles studio owner Glenn Nishida. Perhaps because of the ad hoc nature of the recordings, the band members’ imaginations were allowed to wander and new textures were sought: David (as a former full-time drummer) played drums on many tracks, Paul employed electric guitars for both pedal steel-like tones and a ‘50s tremolo vibe, and Jeff, in addition to his sure-handed bass, found his way to piano and Farfisa organ on some songs. Each band member working in isolation often brought about unexpected and sublime combinations of sounds. And with the occasional flourish of violin from Aubrey Richmond and drums on one song from Eduardo Tancredi, the album reveals an auspicious personality all its own. The songs, though, are still solidly grounded in the acoustic guitar/upright bass approach that has brought the group acclaim over the last three albums.

The overall effect of the new instrumentation resulted in a breezy California band feel. Again teaming up with La Fonda’s producer, the 5-time Grammy winner Alfonso Rodenas, the resulting Home All Day, Home All Night is an unexpected jewel in the collection of albums by The Furious Seasons.

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released August 20, 2021

Produced by The Furious Seasons, Alfonso Rodenas, Glenn Nishida
Recorded by P.A. Nelson, Glenn Nishida, and Alfonso Rodenas at various studios and home studios
Mixed and Mastered by Alfonso Rodenas
The Furious Seasons are:
Jeff Steinhart-Bass, Piano, Organ
P. A. Nelson- Acoustic and Electric Guitar, Dobro, Weissenborn, Vocals
David Steinhart-Guitar, Vocals, Drums
Additional Players:
Aubrey Richmond-Violin
Eduardo Tancredi-Drums on “A Puff of Smoke”
Arlan Oscar-Accordion
Layout:
Front Cover Photo: Lillian Bleuze-Nelson
Back Cover Photos: Helga Haraldsson, Liz Steinhart
Songs: David Steinhart- Stonegarden Music BMI
Stonegarden Records 2021
www.thefuriousseasons.com

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The Furious Seasons are an acoustic trio with stories to tell. Living inside these songs are tales of persons in desperate situations, chronicles of life in 21st century Los Angeles, and stories of quietly heroic individuals, often told with a nod towards the passage of time. Acclaimed songwriter, singer and guitarist David Steinhart fashions songs that live on the hopeful side of melancholy, ... more

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