Corpse of Discovery with Bryan Zimmerman

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CORPSE OF DISCOVERY is a recording collective founded in 2009 by Bryan Zimmerman in Brooklyn and Queens. This 6-track, 26-minute record was released on limited-edition vinyl in 2010 by Transmission Arts organization free103point9. The music has been described as "exquisite-corpse-structured improvisations," "modular family band sessions," and "a communal door-to-door adventure collage jam record." It's at least a quilt of some sort, consisting of stacked-up, mixed-up invitations from Zimmerman to a dozen musical friends—plus a cell-phoned organ coda from his mother, Jolene Zimmerman. Intrepidly engineered, mixed and co-produced by Jason Loewenstein (Sebadoh,Circle of Buzzards), via the JakeRock Mobile Recording Unit. Lowewnstein also plays drums, bass, and guitar on several songs.

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released July 1, 2010

MUSICIANS
Seth Abrames glockenspiel, cowbelll
Seth Armstrong acoustic guitar
Shelley Burgon harp
Jeff Conaway drums
Shannon Fields casio
Charlie Hines bass
Travis Millard guitar, field recordings, vocals
Jason Loewenstein bass, drums, guitar
Darin Mickey electric and lap-steel guitar
Laura Ortman casio, electric guitar, hammond C3 organ, violin, vocals
Michael Sump pedal-steel guitar
Bryan Zimmerman vocals, samples
Jolene Zimmerman organ
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ALBUM NOTES & CREDITS
Released July 1, 2010
Musical direction, songs, and lyrics by Bryan Zimmerman.
Produced and mixed by Bryan Zimmerman and Jason Loewenstein
Engineered by Jason Loewenstein
Engineering assistance and tape transfer provided by Charles Burst at Seaside Lounge, Brooklyn
Mastered by Joe Lambert/JLM, Brooklyn, NY
Recorded at various spaces in Brooklyn and Queens, NY, April-June, 2010*

*Travis Millard's guitar and vocals, and field recordings on "Sumptown" and "I Blew a Casket Dreamin" recorded in Los Angeles, CA; Selected radio tuning for samples provided by John Zimmerman in Olathe, Kansas; Jolene Zimmerman's organ at the end of "Liberty Dime" played via cellphone from Kansas City First Church of the Nazarene.

"My Disco Ball" dedicated to Robert Adams.
"Liberty Dime: Flor de Muerto" after Elk City.

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Track Name: Liberty Dime Under the Linoleum, Flor de Muerto
"LIBERTY DIME UNDER THE LINOLEUM, FLOR DE MUERTO"

Stardust
The scrape down to the bottom
Through the credit grime
To the liberty dime underneath the linoleum

I heard crickets ringin
Down the bankrupt hollow

I got a cursive text from a scorpion from Cooley Lake
And all it said was "Keay"

Ah, Stardust
I looked down in the bottoms
I found phantom power in the backyards
And taxidermic movie stars
Yeah, in the bottoms

Stars
I woke up in the bottom
In the fragrant earth
In the afterbirth of petroleum

I heard a dead-man singin
Steady as a sun-dial

I had a heart-attack from a skippin CD
And a rainbow headache from all the Febreze
Down at the bottom, yeah
Track Name: My Disco Ball
"My DISCO BALL"

I took the weekend off from the city, thin and crispy
To the foot of this tree
The cottonwood—"the dreaming tree"
Woah, these leaves are shimmery

Saw a rat in the alternator belt of a Cadillac Escalade
Right off Flatbush
Long black trails through the concrete bayou
Runnin' on Dunkin

Have you ever seen the sparks of a channel cat flippin'
Up from the bottom and into the day?
Yeah, that's my disco ball
Muddy water and bright sunshine, sublime

Surfed the plumes of a mile-deep runaway oil rig
Deep Texas tea
And black-capped waves breakin on the marshes
"The blood of the earth"

Have you ever seen the sparks of a channel cat flippin'
Up from the bottom and into the day?
Yeah, that's my disco ball
Muddy water and hard, bright sunshine intertwined
Track Name: I Blew a Casket Dreamin
"I BLEW A CASKET DREAMIN"

“Straight line”—
I never went that way before
It’s a crooked road
All the time
It’s always been that way
“As the crow flies”—
I don’t believe in that anymore
It’s all switchback rings and oxbow lakes
Circles through the haze

You think I waste time, and spin my wheels all day
But I get lost for breakfast
I'm hard-wired to wander

Rabbit holes
Around every corner
Rabbit holes
Every minute is a new day

Hello, Paradise—the ragged drifting dream
Whitemares and darkmares
I blew a casket dreamin

And the city’s cold
I wanna scratch down to the middle
To the city gold
In this herky-jerky maze

“Straight line—
I never went that way before
It’s a crooked road, all the time
So crooked that it’s straight

“As the crow flies”—
I don’t believe in that anymore
It’s all switchback rings and oxbow lakes
Every single day

(I feel like slow)
Track Name: Sumptown
"SUMPTOWN"

Stars and buckets of blood
Black guitars with mold growin’ on ‘em
Stars—
Check!

I’ll take some extra RF in my coffee
And more ghosts in my electronics
I’m Ozzer than the Wizard
Do you believe in magic?

A rainbow of black
From velvet to shine
And a washboard road to the heavens

Oh, I really love it when the lights go down
Black glow
Under the rainbow in Sumptown
Track Name: "Junkie Observer, Malt Liquor Spectator"
"JUNKIE OBSERVER, MALT LIQUOR SPECTATOR"

Hangin out in a lucid sleep
Cold as a milkshake
Crusty peg-legged sparrows wingin in the gutter
And a prepaid phone that cashed

Clammy janky Queens junkie in a dirty ol tracksuit
At Peter Cooper Park

Oakley blades
And a sparkling cubit zirconia earrang
And the corners of his mouth all folded-in

A river of ink from The New York Post blotter
In deep ailanthus shade
Stop by his McDonald's on St. Marks and Third

“Uh, Tiene el ultimo numero de ‘Malt Liquor Spectator’”
And some cider with a straw
It’s getting bright, too bright to see

(Another car’s parked in front of my buildin)

They found a mummified cowboy in the wall on Broadway
I saw a mummified cowboy at the mall in Reno
And a tree grows from a plastic bag in Brooklyn
With some of those lil' Trees in the mirror so the car smells

But it’s aight, it’s just another hot pixel
Another burnt, under-performing pixel

Hangin out, on a collapsed milk crate
Around the day in 80 worlds
I read the scales on the belly of a kingsnake
And they said
That everything is gonna be alright—
“Just close your eyes”