Seventh Season is Brother Lee's new solo LP for Dime Records. It was recorded in Brighton just prior to his leaving for the South of France. Lee's perhaps best known for his work with his band Discodor, and also The Prescriptions, The Peas, Inner Space Quartet, Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra and so on. Seventh Season was recorded at home on a Tascam 244 cassette recorder with a Radio Shack microphone and his wife's guitar and piano. Some sonic enhancement provided later. In the end, Lee played guitar, piano, Hammond organ, Wurlitzer piano, melodica, bass, drums, Vox repeater and a sensational backwards guitar (- to look out for) on the record.
Take it away, Lee.
The first part is about having no choice other than to surrender entirely to the moment. The second part is about when I burned my friends house down. I fucking wish things were different every day of my life.
Written in the Chelsea & Westminster Hospital, London SW10. I only ever sang it once and that was when the tape was rolling.
People can argue forever about how many seasons exist, but the trick is to know which one to inhabit, I guess.
Well, it’s not an instrumental ‘cause I’m singing on it, and it’s not #1 either. The guitar is tuned differently. It's alright, there's no rules.
WAITED BY THE WINDOW
Every word of it is true. I still hear it.
HANG ON TO YOUR HALO
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t real, although nobody’s perfect in any reflection.
It all happened in a 24 hour period, then I just sang about it in chronological order. Love can exist in every place or time, at any moment.
Everybody makes their own mistakes. I love mistakes. But I hate making them.
DREAM OF A DREAM
When your situation is fucked and everything is gone, you still have your dreams. But when your dreams are gone all you can do is dream of them.
SLEEPING SO LONG
The medication was so strong that I could sleep 15 to 18 hours a day, easy. For years. It’s really designed to take you out of the game but I’m on top of it now, I promise.
I wrote this sitting at home, listening to records alone at night. “Voodoo Ray” is my favourite record but I like all records.
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