Your Bad Self: Live at the Stone

by Ted Hearne

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This album is a live recording of Ted Hearne's nonet Your Bad Self, from September 2008 at The Stone in New York City.

Music by Ted Hearne

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BONUS TRACKS by Ron Wiltrout, Nathan Koci and Bill Carson

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released July 26, 2013

Your Bad Self is:

Bill Carson, voice
Miki-Sophia Cloud, violin
Chris Coletti, trumpet/keyboard
Ted Hearne, piano
Nathan Koci, french horn/accordion
Taylor Levine, electric guitar
Eileen Mack, clarinet/bass clarinet
Ron Wiltrout, drums
Matthew Wright, trombone

recording engineered by Stephen Harwood
produced by Ted Hearne

album art by Nathan Koci

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Ted Hearne Brooklyn, New York

Ted writes and performs music. He lives in Los Angeles.

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Track Name: We Didn't Know
blood blue hands in winter in twilight in winter and ice
cracks
under our feet as we run to the house in the winter
light
trees that look bigger that weren't there and sirens
screaming
scheming
we didn't know
how fast he would go
red blue hands in winter in nighttime in December ice
slides
under the sled as he tore through the trees in the winter
night
all of his head in our hands like an eggshell
screaming
screaming
we didn't know
how fast he would go.

lyrics by Meghan Deans
Track Name: All the Things
all the things I love
just make me feel guilty like
god and country and you
and movies where we all die
look to your left and to your right
one of us won't make it out
I'm sure it won't be me
Yeah, I'm sure it won't be me.
because it's only a movement
'till you're big enough to profit
and it's only the better
'till you're old enough to know
all the things I love
just make me look guilty like
red students and little books
and movies where we're right
look to your front and to your back
one of us won't make it out
I'm sure it won't be me
Yeah, I'm sure it won't be me.

lyrics by Meghan Deans
Track Name: Never Said Nothing
I never said nothing
-from Never Said Nothing by Liz Phair