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LATE NIGHT COFFEE & LATER NYQUIL: LIKE A PILLOW SHOT WITH ELECTRICITY.

IN NEW JERSEY (TOM'S RIVER): INFLATABLE NATIVITY SCENES & A JACUZZI: LIQUOR.

SPICER

MY DEEPEST SYMPATHIES TO CHARLES BERNSTEIN AND HIS FAMILY.






HEADPHONES 2008 PART THREE:
FRED THOMAS: JUST ABOUT ANYTHING HE RELEASES. THAT'S FRED HOVERING ABOVE THIS TEXT.

SOME RECORDS BY FRED: FILL UP THE ROOM (CD/LP)
K Records, October 23, 2007

Apple
(Even If You Die On The) Ocean
When I Lose My Eyes
Make A Plan
Peg
Money In The Afterlife
The Americans
Edison Girls
Hands In The Snow
Come With Your Arms
Whitey Hands



SOUND ON SOUND
Redder Records, February 14, 2006

“Sound On Sound” isn’t a new album, but a scrapbook that collects all of our out-of-print singles, CDR tracks, Eps and other miscellaneous unavailable songs. It's 80 minutes long! This CD is available here at Redder Records.

Can't Ever Sleep
Listen To My Heart
Nervous
It Sounds Like They're In Love With You
Liquor Store
Your Small Heart
Summer Doesn't Count (Unless You're Here With Me)
Love Will Find You
Labcoat
Pet Store
One Hundred People
(untitled)
Mistletoe
Lift Me Up
Light Bulb Heart
Diary
When You Go Out Tonight
Girl Of Mine
Until The World Stops Spinning
Hiding
Learn To Live With Your Heartbreaks
This Time Every Year
Blue Christmas
Christmas Blues
Parking Lot Blues
I Don't Wanna Go
Disaster
The Girl's Distracted (First Version)
Last Year
Own



EVERY NIGHT (CD/LP)
Polyvinyl Records, September 14, 2004

The ‘difficult’ third album, recorded during the harsh, wintery end of 2003 by Warn DeFever and Fred at Brown Rice Studio when it was above C Pop in Detroit. The LP and CD have the same songs, but some of them are different versions, mixes, vocal takes, vocalists, etc. Everyone asks “Which version is better?” and it just depends. The vinyl version was made to be more scrappy and rough around the sonic edges. The CD version is a bit more subdued.

Since You Stole My Heart
Until The World Stops Spinning
Keep Walking
All Over Town
The Girl's Distracted
If You Ask
Empty Room
When The Party Ends
Dialtone
We Can't Work It Out
Lift Me Up
When You Got To New York



ALL YOUR SUMMER SONGS (CD/LP)
Polyvinyl Records, March 18, 2003

A patchwork of recordings made in transit across the United States over a two year period from 2000-2002, this album was meticulously arranged and produced, and still stands as a one of our most beautiful, glowing offerings to the world.

The vinyl version was originally pressed with different cover art on clear wax in an edition of 1,100. Later it was re-released with the same artwork as the CD, this time on 180 gram vinyl, and the first 500 came with a bonus 7” of “Christmas Blues” and “Will U Still?”. All versions of the vinyl had two bonus songs not on the CD, “Can’t Ever Sleep” and “Light Bulb Heart”.

(untitled)
Meet Me By The Water
Underwater Heartbeat
Ambulance
The Sun Doesn't Want To Shine
Caught
All Our Summer Songs
No Good With Secrets
Alcohol
You Work All Weekend
Typing
Ultimate Stars
Last Hour



SATURDAY LOOKS GOOD TO ME (LP)
Hereforeveralways, May 18, 2000

Released on vinyl only in an edition of 330 copies.

I Wish I Could Cry
One Step Up On The Ladder
Every Single Obstacle
Everyday
I Would Find It So Beautiful
I Can See No Point To Continue
I Can't Think About Tomorrow
Don't Try To Hold My Hand
I Would Find It So Beautiful

SATURDAY LOOKS GOOD TO ME (CD)
Ypsilanti Records, Feb 2, 2002

This CD re-issued the original self-titled LP, included some songs from the "Cruel August Moon" CDR and a couple extra, newer songs. Some song titles were changed to eliminate the poorly conceived "First-Person" concept that ran throughout the LP.

Ambulance
I Wish I Could Cry
Ladder
Obstacle
Everyday
I Would Find It So Beautiful
Bright Green Gloves
No Point To Continue
Think About Tomorrow
Don't Try
Last Night I Fell Asleep On Your Floor
Car Crash
I Take A Chance Every Time
I Would Find It So Beautiful

Turn it Down (2005)

Sink Like a Symphony (2006)

Flood (2007)

A Feminine Ending/MARK YAKICH

The body of work had such a limerick kind of beauty,
a way of making friendship satisfactory.
One time, with a piece of seaweed that the body
of work had worn as a cummerbund to the prom,
I saw it walking in Central Park with five dogs
on leashes. I knew my sister would have been envious,
amid all of autumn's leaves, so
I didn't bother to say "Hi there, deary."
After dinner, I mostly lay in my bed, like Gogol,
and wrote about the body of work. Expressive,
like the dirt-filled fingernails of my sailor's
wave, I soon grew breasts, sores on my belly.
I needed to cathect my childhood urges
on a new object. But before I had
chance to find a new body of work,
I had some chores to do. In the stable,
I fell through a crack and a horse
sneezed back at me, "Stay in Hollywood a little longer,
Madam Schwitters, you'll be able to act soon.
I mean, look at me, I've not gotten close
enough to find out whether the war
in Europe and those cute little tin can finger
sandwiches can sustain life. Besides, Lady
Godiva ate her horse, which wasn't made of
white chocolate and, I'll have you know,
she didn't even have to chase it."