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TEA

by Plumes

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1.
Ripping through a bed of weeds, All their hopes of growth are dashed What a pleasure That my newfound treasure Is the master gardener’s trash Three little oak seedlings To be uprooted by my hand Living by the grace Of the indifference laced In her questioned command Potted twiggy trunks support The same proud promised leaves Sprouting from The greatest ones That stand 100 feet So sing along like it’s your favorite song Honoring the might Of a seedling’s destined height So sing along like it’s your favorite song Weeding out the small Forgets chance of growing tall We are near a decade now Since our roots began to grow Yet the sprout, ‘Spite roots that reach far out, Has been as steady as been slow Still I see the likes of us In other soaring nurtured heights Mighty oak Continue to evoke Preemptive pride at seedling’s sight Potted twiggy trunks support The same proud promised leaves Sprouting from The greatest ones That stand 100 feet So sing along like it’s your favorite song Honoring the might Of a seedling’s destined height So sing along like it’s your favorite song Weeding out the small Forgets chance of growing tall Close as we’ve become You’ve been eclipsed by some Yet not too late To substantiate The mighty oak of us Already pictured as so strong So sing along like it’s your favorite song Honoring the might Of a seedling’s destined height So sing along like it’s your favorite song Weeding out the small Forgets chance of growing tall
2.
Is it true that you find the water blue? Could it be that you see a different hue? Color wheels off by just a spoke or two World of eyes any others never knew Can I know when I see a sky aglow And I want to share the view, that you’ll see the beauty too? Could it be that the glory you will see Couldn’t cause my pause in you and no substitute would do? I know all the affairs you’ve struggled through Racked with doubt about partners to pursue Was a “there” there for you to grow into? Null and void ‘yond your paranoid purview To what end is a matter to contend As the bruises still accrue on the wills of them and you Can I know even with a love to show That you’ll also see the blue if it ever comes in view? Weather the storm, there may be hope for you still Weather the storm Bobby Blue Wait for the warm, you can’t be certain until Wait for a May Connie Sue Weather the storm, there may be hope for you still Weather the storm Bobby Blue Wait for the warm, you can’t be certain until Wait for a May Connie Sue
3.
Amory 02:57
I’m halfway home When the walk gets miles longer It was already gone And this chill proves summer’s over I’ll bend your ear You’ll sing bout eyes half open But you will see in a year And I will have warmed up and spoken The sunlight slips through the trees September sounds spillin over from Amory Before we face the bile I’d just like to sit here for a while I’d just like to sit here for a while
4.
Mirror 04:48
Ever clearer, as the kid grows nearer, buying him a mirror would just as well fulfill his goal "Justify it," but he stays quiet- I’d ask him again but then my empathy’s alarm is pulled Smash your chromosomes against mine honey, wouldn’t it be funny, your acne and my temperament I’ll make something up and sound real snooty, about my duty, a fulfillment of a god’s intent Can’t help wonder if it’s really wanted or a retroactive rationale to justify an accident Should one envy, though, a plan’s intention if, indeed, it was conceived as just a big experiment? We know the sons and daughters, They do resemble you How could we live without them? Without you what’s a world to do? "Is it true that what you plan to do is to give a better life to someone? Plenty living folks apply" "No this gift must be delivered to a future Adam 2" Adam 1 can’t let all Adams die "What kind of world to have devoid of Adam?" Well Adam had’em, a lineage of little guys All of whom will fill that social stratum, with dreams that madden, escaping death between her thighs We know the sons and daughters, They do resemble you How could we live without them? Without you what’s a world to do?
5.
We're Home 05:10
Humbled in me that you chose to confide Hesitant early for calls to your side We made the most of domestic divide As much a home as the space could provide Despite that whole mess we kept our corner clean And stored in it all the stray greats we could glean I knew you were glad abandon your bed But until then I was glad to have said You’re home, you’re home, you’re home, you’re home You traded the flurries for sun on your back The snow here has fallen unmoved by your tracks Melting it won’t wet your canvas footprint And the streets will be dry once you’re back from your stint Come home, come home, come home, come home Under the same string of lights we will live To the same jokes our howls we’ll give We’ll share an address but it’s then that we’ll know It’s not just the space but the us that’s a home We’re home, we’re home, we’re home, we’re home
6.
Least a year has passed Since I sat behind you last Drifting off in class Anxious to enact my crass Thoughts of you and me Sinking in a sea Of couple’s company But I was foolish then Minute muses totaled nine of ten Class was over when Later me’s turned into better men When she joined me in that sea I fell into preemptively She finally rescued me I don’t expect you to recall The one who I wanted that Fall The fix that left me in withdrawal The one I would get after all Thoughts that raced only round one Aimless once autumn was done Searched for a spring course to run And of many tried preferred none Mind to tantalize Stood against a gut that empathized Bridges burned down by the time Stomach’s true virtue outgrew my eyes And now it’s her and me Holding hands adrift the sea Of ever company I can’t wait to go home to her each night We discover, honor, yield and broaden boundaries with each fight We’ve joined each other’s families but they don’t confer the right For us to endure the plight of an ever future bright I’m no longer in want when I wake up Morning eyes remind I’m lying by my greatest turn of luck Unrequited then at cycle’s end but now I feel unstuck Cause she came to interrupt That regretful time of shallow pines where you arrived and I was briefly struck
7.
Back on 17 02:46
Different looking seventeen Confidence in being mean Knowing many could be seen Looking at me looking lean But I can’t go back on time Getting treated like a straight Who would ask? Would I date? But I can’t go back on time Can’t go back on mine No it wasn’t so bad Time I actually had But I wanted to know How it’d go hetero Would my fingers have run through her long curls? Would I have known totally different girls? Would my parents not have been so ashamed? Would it have been pretty much just the same? But I can’t go back on time Can’t go back on mine
8.
It's much darker on the floor, within a within's space Come to study the decor, as absent as your face Standing on my shoulders, just us two, I feel days older Evening turns to night, turns into now We move fast and time moves slow, we wish it would move slower I'll remember this when time runs out Painted picture on the wall, painted tissue in my hand Missing canvas for to stall, that which the painter planned See you there my hind-brain's lighting up, pull up the window Air comes in and pauses the affair Three AM, the bell's at ten, and when the next day's over Where will one of us a space prepare Waiting for a knock to knock, waiting for a shout to knock Waiting for a knock to shout, waiting for a shout to shout Shitty food, a lively mood, admits of some discomfort Why should I feel nervous in my space? Catch a groove before the move from November remember Pace to solitude I couldn't face?
9.
California 02:49
I’m out of plans and out of money Dodge questions of concern with jokes that aren’t funny If we’re to justify our age How bout a brand new set for act II’s strange new stage California, California, California Let’s learn to surf and drive in traffic I bet the watermelon’s gonna taste fantastic Coastal highways and redwood towers Let’s crush some roaches with our bare feet in the shower In California, California, California
10.
Today 05:46
I think I fell in love today Anyway, that’s old news to you Was watching you run through the waves It’s cliché, but I know it’s true I finally felt a part of us result in trust I could not doubt in self-conscious moments alone Watching me sing Little Grace Different way for you to feel it too And I know you see what you do to me I think I fell in love again Sometime when I woke up next to you I might have thought to say it then But 10 of 10 times you already knew Looking at the year of time we made an “us” from “they” it’s hard to say when it first felt so strong Cause at the height of this parade I’d believe that we were marching all along And I know you see what you do to me And I know you see what you do to me I think I’ll fall tomorrow too But we know that’s old news to you But I won’t stop saying it I won’t stop saying it I won’t stop telling you I won’t stop saying it I’ll keep relaying it As long as that feeling’s true And I can’t imagine it Ever having it Not constantly renew Cause we keep building it A growing will for it A perfect space for two

about

Two years ago I was still working at bfresh, a grocery store on the southern boundary of Allston. I'd started in the "Replenishment" department in the summer, just a few months earlier. Despite my relative newness, I was called upon to train a new hire named Claire. We were refilling dispensers in the bulk section when, as we struggled under 30 pound sacks of almonds, I learned she was an audio engineering major at Emerson.

That was the first of many times when Claire and I would discuss music together. Eventually I asked if she might be interested in helping Plumes record an album. We had only just begun to record our first album "In Lieu of Essays" with my god-brother, Fred. Still, the chance to record with Claire seemed like a bad one to miss and I already knew there was another album I would like to soon record. It would feature songs arranged somewhere between the electric rock-frowardness of In Lieu of Essays and the sparse acoustic sounds that, a few months later, I would release as "The Acoustic Microwave Background."

Claire and I decided that, eventually, we would record drums for this album in Emerson's student studio. (This is why, in March of 2018, we unceremoniously posted the "Emerson BPMos" album; it was the easiest way for Ben to access the new songs to practice/arrange drums.) Unfortunately, but unsurprisingly, Claire's school work and our focus on playing out and finishing our first album kept the recording at Emerson from ever materializing. Before we knew it the school year was over and then, in the summer of 2018, Claire and I left bfresh.

All the while, though, the prospect of recording gave focus to developing the album. Not knowing, at first, what to call the project, I started to refer to it as "The Emerson Album." This, of course, is part of where the name for the album comes from; the working title, made into an acronym, is TEA.

The other reason for the name comes from a happenstance theme. Nothing about themes or lyrics has ever directed the track listing of a Plumes album except on our first two EPs (no small exception, but keep in mind that all the music we've yet to share is also being grouped this way). These songs were only placed together because they all sounded like they should be arranged around acoustic rhythm guitar but also drums. They also represent a great time-spread through the Plumes catalogue; Out of the Inn was written in 2014 with Mirror coming shortly thereafter, while Running Into an Interim's Crush and The Mighty Oak were only finished in late 2017, around the time I met Claire.

It just so happens, though, that most of these songs are about friends. It seems most Plumes songs, and perhaps songs in general, are love songs. TEA is an album mostly about platonic love, though. This includes (but not limited to) that shared between the members of the band. One symbol of that bond is our ritual of drinking tea together before every live show. As much as it serves to warm up our voices, it also centers our focus away from pre-show nerves and, instead, on how grateful we are to collaborate together musically and enjoy each other's company. It was conveniently fitting, then, to stick with the name.

The chance missed to record with Claire, we didn't actually begin recording TEA until May of 2019. We had challenged ourselves to play 25 shows in 2018 while recording In Lieu of Essays. After a welcome lull in the winter of early 2019, we started practicing the rhythm tracks. We had an excellent experience recording with Dan at Pink Noise--I really recommend any of you looking to start another recording project consider going there. The rest of the summer was spent recording electric guitar and vocals in our apartment, with occasional remotes to Ben's family oasis in Smithfield, RI. (This was a nice return to our roots for Ben and I, as our first times ever playing together were in that same basement our sophomore year of high school.) As much as recording can be painstaking, patience straining work, this process really felt like our own and served as a great celebration of one another--just as the songs are. We're very proud to finally share it with all of you.

credits

released November 26, 2019

Tim Green: Acoustic Guitar, Baritone Ukulele, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocals, Organ on Today, Lead Vocals on Amory and Coastal Views

Ben Long: Drums, Auxiliary Percussion, Backing Vocals, Piano on Today, Lead Vocals on Summertime Autumn Breeze

John Thorsen: Bass Guitar, Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocals

Shawn Davern: Trombone on Today

Katie DeMouth and Savanna Illinger: Gang vocals on The Mighty Oak, Bobby Blue and Connie Sue and Coastal Views

Rhythm tracks (Acoustic Guitar/Baritone Ukulele, Bass Guitar, and Drums) Recorded live at Pink Noise Studios in Somerville by Engineer Dan Thorn

Mixed by Dan Thorn, Josef Thorsen, Alasdair MacKenzie, and Plumes (especially Tim)

Mastered by Derek Blackburn at Quiethouse Recording in Bedford

Album Artwork and Posters by Leo Bertelli, featuring photograph taken by Monica Brova and logo by Sophia Richardson

Singles Artwork by Melina Illinger

Special Thanks to The Long Family, our roommates, neighbors and others who tolerated the repetitious noisiness of home recording!

Also a very special thanks Clio Fleece

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Plumes Boston, Massachusetts

Plumes is Ben Long (on the drums!) Tim Green and John Thorsen. Music- listening to it, learning to play it, writing more of it- has been one of few things we've taken really seriously for the last 7 years. These songs grew through many late nights and missed appointments. Our songs are all really about something. It's sincere and sometimes naked. Hope you like it ... more

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