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The Algebra of Need

by Damaramu

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1.
Sonata form does not transpose To somatoform in any foreign key Your unflinching devotion strikes discord I must insert a fermata before you build a rapport Takes a symphony of three movements to move me Rather stay on hands and knees with my 88 keys Lucy, leave me, leave me please You must see that I’m a nihilist Self-composed and without cowardice I will resist I never meant to string you along Exempt from heart, exempt from song These notes are not meant to belittle Or assign your chair as second fiddle But music is my only fire Forgive me for my piano wire Lucy, leave me, leave me please You must see that I’m a nihilist Self-composed and without cowardice I will resist
2.
Improv 04:05
Yeah, the pavement’s chant is quieter now But you can feel the drums throb Wordless through this paper milky streetlight haze Some lonesome trumpet wail, crazy liberation ricochets Rattling old tired walls somewhere Just a few blocks down It’s part of your skin, standing here at the center Of moments like these, it’s all a close-your-eyes carnival Everything here has the scent of secrets Why not see what we can do with it? Hey, let’s make this one loud Hey, let’s leave the night’s ears ringing Why not see what We can do with it? Hey, let’s make this one loud Hey, let’s leave the night’s ears ringing
3.
[instrumental]
4.
A nervous amalgam of comedy and sentiment Metacognitive moments poorly spent While I stew in your exclusive company I hem and haw to brand new exponents Through eyes embossed with frosted glass Seep only ambiguous hints So afraid those magic words Will be transduced as dissonance Walking on eggshells, and tripping on my cape My step spry, my mouth taking furtive shapes The greatest manifest excuses For making the slightest latent advances Just because I can’t muster the courage To open the drapes Through eyes embossed with frosted glass Seep only ambiguous hints So afraid those magic words Will be transduced as dissonance
5.
pc 05:07
Gravity is stronger here Beside the curve where green has conquered ground Succumb to the velvet So real you can hear it grow You will never move again Nature’s velour equals bed times ten Succumb to the velvet So real you can hear it grow
6.
Arithmetic 03:38
Subtraction problem on the board The static kindergarten chalk white metaphor But he’s crunching numbers in his sleep And you will wear the number, prodigy skin deep Aren’t you the kid That’s supposed to be really smart in math? According to the calculus He’s done it in his head, it figures freakishness Statistical anomaly His brain is just big-boned, it’s acromegaly Aren’t you the kid That’s supposed to be really smart in math? Aren’t you the kid that’s supposed to be a human calculator? Aren’t you the kid that’s supposed to be a super-brain? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
7.
Yeah, the day had faded fast Slipping by buildings and tired clusters The sun had fled and vanished Behind the woods and Japanese gardens We kept going Working and driving and getting online Hurtling our bodies Wondering how things will turn out in the end Hey, what are you doing Staying up late and driving all night? The wheel fell off again Four months in this halfway house that is now our home The sounds of Record Hospital do battle With the evening’s chill And we’re wondering how things Will turn out in the end
8.
Put a quarter in the slot The black shield dissolves, revealing you in basest form Going through the motions tracing the felt footsteps on the floor Hardcore, terpsichore, they call it Where you are felt by invisible hands And hungry glares leave shadows On all your secret spots But I don’t buy it, it’s just an act Exuviae to be wrapped around a skeleton in the closet I’ve got a suggestion Let that be your last pirouette It’s time to furnish you with an overcoat And blanket your silhouette There’s so much you need to see tonight As your tour guide I suggest we begin With a G-rated picture Put a quarter in the slot The window unveils an empty room And there is much cackling From our audience The cacophony of lust Just then another steps in, and all is quiet Her hair’s a different color, she’s six inches taller But no one knows the difference Let that be your last pirouette It’s time to furnish you with an overcoat And blanket your silhouette There’s so much you need to see tonight As your tour guide I suggest we begin With a G-rated picture
9.
Hive queen sits, millenniums pass in the seconds between Her thoughts rising up from the ansible Human must remain Shrouded behind electric walls The fence cloaking the stars And keeping our hatred in Ender! Ender! Hive queen waits, millenniums pass And then there’s a chance all three break down the fence Keeping the stars out And keeping our ignorance in Ender! Ender!
10.
Trains in suspended animation Enter the entrepreneur Ambition unbottled, ties their throttles open For all the fans to observe He provides the entertainment Attempting to make two forces collide People travel just to witness the explosion It’s so poetic, prophetic, kinetic Doesn’t take a physicist to see this Coming a mile down the track A pioneer of pioneers Crush thinks he’s fancied himself A joule of an idea Has no idea People thought to plug their ears But no one wanted to shield their eyes Trains hit like like 100 pounds of TNT And then the debris began to fly Looks like someone forgot to do the math It's coming a mile down the track
11.
A sentence scratched upon The name of apprehension Inside jokes and glances Underlined with the sweetest intention It’s all epiphany, taking you in as a priority Can’t make a decision Without taking accord of your reciprocity It’s all in the symmetry Look at me, I’m all questions aren’t I? Unmistakably, but only because The ink of these words will dry And roses pass away Chocolates digest But single evenings like these live in infamy When metaphors on the heart have grown cliché And rings have turned your fingers green The perfect moment will have come and gone And that’s the one scene to be etched in my memory Suspense multiplies, I’ll not force these words out From my lips while my tongue is tied Second-guessing definitions of ‘all in due time’ To a quandry so sublime Before I write this down and put it on pamphlets and flyers And paste it all over town The wording and timing required has to be perfectly sound Without a doubt around Look at me, I’m all answers aren’t I? Unmistakably, for one reason The ink of these words will dry And roses pass away Chocolates digest But single evenings like these live in infamy When metaphors on the heart have grown cliché And rings have turned your fingers green The perfect moment will have come and gone And that’s the one scene to be etched in my memory A sentence scratched upon the name of inflection Inside jokes and glances Looks like the whispering campaign Is back in full session
12.
I went down to my river And stretched my spine across The stony ribs Of the riverbed Tired, so tired, I felt The dryness, yes the dryness But this earthly vein was flowing still A deep hole, waterless rush Tired, so tired, I felt The dryness, yes the dryness And the pregnant clouds Gathered over me Gathered slowly I knew that I'd be able to wait They gathered and the naked trees began to vowel The wind into a scream
13.
Subtraction problem on the board The static kindergarten chalk white metaphor But he’s crunching numbers in his sleep And you will wear the number, prodigy skin deep Aren’t you the kid That’s supposed to be really smart in math? According to the calculus He’s done it in his head, it figures freakishness Statistical anomaly His brain is just big-boned, it’s acromegaly Aren’t you the kid That’s supposed to be really smart in math? 1,2,3,4,5 1,2,3,4,5
14.
Yeah, the day had faded fast Slipping by buildings and hostile clusters The sun had fled and vanished Behind the woods and Japanese gardens We kept going Working and driving and getting online Hurtling our bodies Wondering how things will turn out in the end Hey, what are you doing Staying up late and driving all night? The wheel fell off again Four months in this halfway house That is now our home The sounds of Record Hospital do battle With the evening’s chill And we’re wondering how things will turn out in the end
15.
Soundtrack fades, the record skips Upon its scratches As twelve year old takes his fingers off With a firecracker A gift left in his old room Cauterize a long since clotted wound With echoes of embraces By wraiths with fast hands Elders for whom respect Truly was earned X still marks the scars Every anathematic scourge To be burned clean through Where promises touched you Fingerprints leave positive ID On virgin sheet stock Hollow dermis Tattooed with bile and sweat Dead skin that can not be shed just yet Twelve year old takes a breath As he achromatizes The painted and jaundiced faces Caricatures that he at last erases With his friend M80 Twelve year old disseminated And he is happy
16.
I like Legos Building blocks, building blocks of life Cells, biochemistry Honors Chem 12, Hell, Heaven Westminster Abbey London, Sting Dune: The Movie Worms, slugs Pouring salt on slugs The inside-out baboon in the movie "The Fly" Jeff Goldblum "Earth Girls Are Easy", hairdressers Having your hair washed out By a woman with long fingernails Orgasm, dark chocolate truffles Truffles, truffles, trufflegasm Gliding and floating Past liquor stores and sundry Indian restaurants Shows floating along smoke-filled staircases A single cello grinning out a basement window

about

In December 1996, Todd Fogle, Gordon Withers and I started a band. Todd, who then played drums in Mid Carson July, had set up a practice space and recording studio in a converted barn in Kratzerville, PA; the previous spring, he had engineered an album there by Claude’s Dog, Gord's and my former band. We were back in town for four weeks on winter break, and armed with a handful of songs and the warm glow of the kerosene heater, the three of us recorded an EP's worth of demos. We mixed down on our last night, and Gord and I left the next day for spring semester.

The following May, we reconvened at the barn, now with our friend Ethan Page on bass. After considering names like Schroeder and Escher Tennis, the group officially rechristened as Damaramu, a reference to our beloved Dragon Half anime. Over the summer, we practiced two nights a week, reworking songs from the earlier sessions and writing a few new ones. We also arranged a cover of Jawbox's "Mirrorful", fitting as Gord would later move to DC and join J. Robbins in Office of Future Plans.

We played a few shows around Pennsylvania, including a festival at a Pittsburgh VFW with the infamous “Weird Paul” Petrosky and our friends the Beach Blanket Blastoff. BBB guitarist Jeff Irwin put us on the bill, and the band's other guitarist Doug Wright and I would eventually team up in the early aughts in the Boston-based Score One for the Fat Kid. In August, Damaramu laid down all of our songs, dubbed the results to cassettes for friends and went our separate ways: Todd moved onto the Grey AM, Gordon played in Betwixt and I started Idiot Savant Garde.

Twenty-odd years later, stuck at home during the coronavirus crisis and on hiatus from my practice space, I began to go through my old recordings. Using my trusty tape-to-USB deck and Audacity, I was able to restore, remaster and resequence the Damaramu album. For someone who never threw away an old cassette, I somehow had misplaced my copy of the original three-piece demos, but thankfully Gord still had them and Dropbox’d them to me. I refashioned some of those for bonus tracks, along with an extra song he and I had recorded in his garage back in the summer of ’97.

We called this album "The Algebra of Need” after the William S. Burroughs book, a fitting title for a collection of tunes with names like “Break Me Off Some Math” and “Arithmetic”. Only a few people heard it upon its original release, but some years ago it was Gord who introduced me to Bandcamp, which I've come to think of as the great online record store of the 21st century. I'm grateful to share these songs here, and I hope you enjoy them. Thanks for listening.

--Andrew Wagner, August 2020

credits

released September 4, 2020

Damaramu:
Todd Fogle: drums, background vocals
Ethan Page: bass, background vocals
Andrew Wagner: vocals, guitar
Gordon Withers: vocals, guitar

The Algebra of Need:
Recorded by Todd Fogle at Fullerton Studios (aka The Barn) in Kratzerville, PA, August 1997. Mixed at Fullerton by Todd with Damaramu.

"Schroeder's", "Minefields", "Arithmetic", "Exterior" and "William" written by Andrew Wagner. "Improv" written by Gordon Withers with Ben Piwowar. "pc", "Escort" and "Planet" written by Gordon Withers. "Break" written by Ethan Page. All songs arranged and performed by Todd Fogle, Ethan Page, Andrew Wagner and Gordon Withers.

Bonus tracks recorded by Todd at Fullerton in January 1997. Mixed at Fullerton by Todd with Andrew and Gordon. "Expletive" recorded to 4-track by Gordon at home in Lewisburg, PA, July 1997. Mixed by Gordon with Andrew.

All tracks remastered by Andrew Wagner at home in Somerville, MA, August 2020. Album art by Andrew Wagner and Pete Linforth.

Originally released on cassette, September 9, 1997, on Aunt Judy Records (AJR005). Reissued digitally on September 4, 2020, on Secondhand Clocks (SHC005).

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Damaramu Lewisburg, Pennsylvania

Damaramu was Todd Fogle (The Grey AM), Ethan Page (UPC), Andrew Wagner (Ghosts of Sailors at Sea) and Gordon Withers (Office of Future Plans). They raised a ruckus in a Pennsylvania barn in the late '90s and shall ever regret this.

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