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The Last Biscotti

The Last Biscotti

Greg Beemster- vocals
Thymme Jones- drums, trumpet, keys, b-vox
Jeff Libersher- guitar, bass, keys, endvox
Sophia Uddin- viper bombs

Mastered by Todd Rittmann

Have the last biscotti
All you can eat
It’s the summa cum laude
Of defeat
A death so sweet
Never sees the forest
Or the trees
When the last limp body
Falls to its knees
In the dream

Have some la di da di
Down by the sea
See the sites nobody
Else can see
And soon you’ll be
A disease that flowers
Never free
To eat biscotti
Drowned in the dream
By the sea

It takes a vast imagination
On the high seas

Have a laugh with Lottie
All you can drink
And become polluted
With the stink
Of life’s mystique
And you’ll be delivered
From the fear
Of the last biscotti 
Bound to the dream
By the sea

5/24/05. Cat In The Cream

5/24/05. Cat In The Cream. Oberlin, OH.

An uncomfortable dialogue, b-fly, desert song.
I guess there’s some sort of unwritten law of
the universe that goes, “if there’s a grand piano
at the venue, don’t expect to see the person playing it.”

Todd Rittmann- guitar
Andrea Faught- trumpet, b-vox, melodica
Alex Perkolup- bass
Jeff Libersher- guitar, near-trumpet, b-vox
Eorl Scholl- drums
Thymme Jones- drums, piano, vocals

Star Wars 2019


A few weeks ago, CHEER-ACCIDENT’s 20th album was released…

EPISODE XX
Summer Tour 2019

8/1. Louisville. Kiaju
8/2. Knoxville. The Pilot Light
8/3. Athens. TBA
8/4. Columbia, SC. Curiosity Coffee
8/5. Chapel Hill. TBA
8/6. Richmond. TBA
8/7. DC. Rhizome
8/8. Baltimore. TBA
8/9. Philly. The Rotunda.
8/10. NYC. Ceremony.
8/11. Pawtucket, RI. Machines With Magnets
8/12. Boston. ONCE
8/13. Kingston, NY. Tubby’s
8/14. Cleveland. Now That’s Class.
8/15. Indy. The Pioneer
8/16. Dayton, OH. Blind Bob’s
8/17. Chicago, IL. Martyrs’ (w/Bobby Conn and Akosuen)


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RE:Entries

RE:Entries (2017)

 
A book by Scott Rutledge.
 
Foreword


    In 1990, I moved from a coach house in Evanston, IL to Streamwood, which happened to be a mere five miles away from where Scott lived, in Hoffman Estates. We’d known each other for three years at this point (having met at the wedding of his sister, Milissa, and John Zerndt, an old friend, with whom I’ve lived during “Streamwood Phase I”, six years earlier). Scott and I had a potent chemistry right from the start, and this dynamic was based largely upon a penchant for finding the absurd in the present moment on one hand, and a passion for diving deeply into the philosophical on the other. During these first few years, we would occasionally spend time on the phone together… but we weren’t within the “20-minute radius”, which Scott had referred to as some kind of sweet spot, in terms of thriving-relationship-nearness, so we seldom saw one another. Well, something suddenly shifted when I made my move to a much closer suburb, landing me well within this 20-minute zone. Our time together suddenly increased exponentially. On one of our Wednesday nighttime walks through my neighborhood (a 2-year ritual that I still cherish when it enters my mind), Scott revealed to me that he had been doing a lot of writing recently. Given that I happened to have several hours’ worth of wordless melodies lying around (having spent much time singing at the piano in the past four or five years), I asked Scott if he would like to “put words into my la’s”. He quickly obliged, and rather prolific songwriting team was born.


    During this time of proximity (when we both delivered pizzas at a Rosati’s in a neighboring town), our friendship evolved and flourished. This friendship was inextricably linked to the work, and we would spend hours discussing all manner of ideas, many of which ended up in the songs, and many of which did not; but the important thing was that we discovered a way of doing things, and I know that this process positively impacted the flow of every single creative endeavor which U embarked upon. It would be impossible to overemphasize the enormity of Scott’s role in terms of enabling a song’s completion (be it in the context of CHEER-ACCIDENT, Stopped Clocks or my solo work). There are literally dozens of songs that would have never come to be, had it not been for Scott’s uncanny ability to ply music with words, and albums like The Why Album, Not A Food, and Enduring The American Dream (to name just a few) would have never existed.


    Suddenly, thirty years have gone by, and, while our friendship/working relationship continues to evolve, it does so at a slower rate. (We no longer reside within that “20-minute zone”, nor do we deliver pizzas together). You will find in these pages, however, that there continues to always be something brewing between us: for instance, that future CHEER-ACCIDENT album which will be unlike any other CHEER-ACCIDENT album? Of which we both have apparently fully visualized? While it would be tempting for Scott and I to simply enjoy its presence inside our respective heads, I sincerely hope that we find the time and energy to coax it into existence… because think you’ll like it as much as you’re going to like this book that you’re about to read.


Thymme Jones
Chicago, 2017

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Bonk

Bonk

Bethany Smoker- vocals
Thymme Jones- drums, keyboards, moog, trumpet, handclaps, pump organ, guitar cord buzz
Jeff Libersher- prepared guitar
Cory Bengtsen- tenor and bari sax

Mastered by Todd Rittmann

12/19/98 (#2)

12/19/98. Lounge Ax. Chicago, IL. #2

“Salad Days” foundation performed all the way through
(two weeks before recording it for the album).

Jeff Libersher- guitar
Phil Bonnet- guitar
Dylan Posa- bass
Thymme Jones- drums, trumpet

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