Golden Year

by Husbands

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about

Golden Year is an album that Danny and I again cobbled together in our home/apartment studios from late 2014 until summer 2015.

Some time in 2014, I got the idea that after getting my MA in English at Georgetown in D.C., I wanted to find a way for my wife and I to move back to Oklahoma City. Though Danny and I had been recording music remotely by sharing Ableton sessions on Dropbox, I got excited about the idea of us being able to record our music together, and more importantly, to play our songs live. Previously, our music hadn’t really been performable: Achin’, for all its sample-weirdness, probably wouldn’t hold up too well in a live setting.

We set out with Golden Year to write tight pop songs that we could feasibly play with a four- or five-piece band, and we named the album after the idea of a single ‘golden year’ that I’d live in Oklahoma City to work on music as much as possible before moving on to the PhD program. It was a tremendously exciting idea; unfortunately, it didn’t pan out. On a positive note, though, Danny and I wrote, recorded, mixed, and mastered more material than we’ve ever done in faster amount of time than ever before. Also, by limiting our sound to something that we could reproduce live, I think we set up for ourselves some ‘rules of the game’ which made the writing process challenging and exciting for the both of us.

Our writing process is a sort of trust exercise—I’ll send Danny a guitar or drum machine track, and he’ll sing a melody over it, or Danny might have a near-complete song and I’ll just destroy it by playing terrible guitar parts or weird Moog iPad sounds over it. About 95 percent of the time, we’re really pleased with the new layers we put on each other’s songs, and we repeat the process about eight or nine times before we’re happy with a song. It makes for a pretty efficient process, especially since I can work in the daytime when I’m not studying James Joyce or digital humanities or whatever, and then Danny can kick in after doing super-top-secret stuff at his engineering job. There’s something special about having a friend who you can deeply trust creatively—honestly, I would have never started singing if Danny hadn’t given me the support to try it out. I apologize for Danny if you think my singing is horrible: though, one time, Wayne Coyne told me it was okay to sing even if your voice is terrible, so again, I’m trusting the process here.

Maybe my favorite thing about Golden Year, though, is that our lyrics reflexively turn back on our writing process—these are some of our most personal yet. A number of our songs deal with relationships with our wives (or whoever Danny’s singing about), about trying to grow up gracefully while still doing this childlike thing of making music, and about friends, addictions, and other stuff. But the best part to me is that we ended up singing a lot about actually writing music—about this collaborative process that, honestly, gives me a lot of comfort while going through the solitude of scholarship at a university in a city that doesn’t have near the community-mindedness of Oklahoma City. So it’s a touching thing to hear a song like “Phoenix,” where Danny sings about the first time we started playing music—the sorta-awkward-first-date-ness of sharing creative stuff but compensating for it by just hitting it off as quickly as possible. “Getty” sort of tackles the ever-looming presence of self-doubt and insecurity, and I end up telling myself that things aren’t really that bad.

Danny and I are already at work with two new albums—we’re producing material at a far more rapid speed than we can actually record, mix, and master ourselves. I think that Golden Year is our best and most cohesive musical offering yet. Luckily for us, we’re already excited about what we have coming next.

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released 02 July 2015

cover art by eli khoury.

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Danny lives in Oklahoma City, Wil lives in Washington, D.C. Despite living 1,300 miles apart, they continue to record pop songs and share them via internet.

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Track Name: Smoke
SMOKE

as i was waiting, i thought
maybe she just plum forgot
can't help but think where did all our time go?

girl come on over, we'll talk
businesslike, just punch the clock
discuss your angles, look at those angles
oh don't you know it was me
open your eyes, can't you see
i am the one you've always been dreaming of

you cannot know

you know backroads so well
do you think that you could take over?
I'll be down for a spell,
sometimes it's necessary

cross off the ones that you hate
to some degree, i relate
the black dissolves, do you feel inspired?
translate for us if you will
smoke signals over the hill
darling wake up, that's a raging fire

you cannot know
Track Name: Phoenix
oh sweet music comes, up the stairs to show ya
after we met on a plane in phoenix arizona
crackin ice, it breaks like I already know ya
nonetheless i'll do my best to make you feel like home

we're spending too much time with our girlfriends
forgetting every reason we got in
it's always more fun when we pretend
just don't waste all your money on amends

i don't want to laugh about it
but the truth is we could do without it
he's been calling all the shots cause he's firstborn
doesn't that leave you feeling forlorn?

oh sweet muse, she comes from her eyes to show ya
heaven's always had a place inside of your head phones
melt the polar caps, year round swimming hole yeah
we'll walk down to the new beaches now in oklahoma

we're spending too much time with our girlfriends
forgetting every reason we got in
it's always more fun when we pretend
just don't waste all your money on amends

i don't want to laugh about it
but the truth is we could do without it
he's been calling all the shots cause he's firstborn
doesn't that leave you feeling forlorn?
Track Name: Criteria
I know how you feel right now
My insides are turning out
I used to dream out loud
Things you don’t care about

Find a way to let your feet hit the ground, oh

Don’t care about your criteria
Right here, that’s where I feel ya
Come get what you fear to hear
You don’t have to pick your poison, dear

Find a way to let your feet hit the ground, oh
Track Name: G.O.A.T.
sensory overload
spin it as recreation
i will be yours alone

sent for me
she's the GOAT
titillating sensation
chilling me to the bone

spent as she checked her phone
and cursed the shoddy reception
i will be yours alone

couple hours of heaven
now no one is behaving at all
can't stop counting seconds
just waiting til the weekend to call
wonder if she's missing me
that's not wishful thinking at all
everyone's in love
and now nothing's quite as hopeless as before

sent for me
she's the GOAT
spin it as recreation
Track Name: Getty
I feel it sinking, my head inside of me
Let’s try to smooth things this time
Sometimes it’s outside, around among the leaves
We lock the doors and stay inside

Work hard
Play nice
Stay calm
Sit tight
Understand it’s for the best

Settle slow now
Lay your head now
Find your heart now
(I only want to see you)

I don’t care if my desires go unrelieved
Don’t wanna lose things this time
I know I keep to myself, so out of reach
Love is the thing that makes us whole
(I only want to see you)

Work hard
Play nice
Stay calm
Sit tight
Understand it’s for the best

Seems off
Think twice
Take your
Sweet Time
Burn these words inside your head
Track Name: Some Surf
now how are you gonna live with that secret baby?
just exhale and feel the symptoms reverse
a magic one is levitating
don't question, you'll aggravate him
hold up, that's not how we rehearsed

there is no life worth living without you
but there is a whole life i think you'd like to see
seal it up with your hot plastic
trust me girl, it's automatic
every day, you'll wake in a dream

said you didn't want it
i know that you wanted it all
said you wouldn't have it
and that's why no one likes you at all
said baby please don't leave me
or pretend that you need me
I'll be fine
maybe when i see you
i'll pretend i need you
i'll be fine

so long! i kid myself
i'm broken up
i'm sure that i'll see you come next thursday
and hate myself for being in love

said you didn't want it
i know that you wanted it all
said you wouldn't have it
and that's why no one likes you at all
said baby please don't leave me
or pretend that you need me
I'll be fine
maybe when i see you
i'll pretend i need you
i'll be fine
Track Name: Twink
Don’t antagonize me
I might walk right out the door
You know it terrifies me
It shakes me at the core

And in the morning now,
We don’t listen
Come down further,
Calling me back home, baby

Scorchin’ the earth
Because you feel it
Needles left their mark
Now it’s nothing
Track Name: Stay Gold
the lights are down inside the house
no friends around
the music sounds
how about we start the last one over
it all comes down to seconds now
i watch the words slip from your mouth
i love you
now do you feel any closer?

never meant to hurt you but you're never gonna see
and in due time it will hit you the way that it hit me
i think we were happier before we got this deep

darlin would you wait for me?
i swear
darlin would you wait for me
i swear
in the morning when you call i will be there
every morning when you call i will be there

skipping to the good part now,
erase it all,
forget about whatever i said when i wasn't right
the constant droning in your ears
repeating phrases, can you hear me?
are you down to start the whole thing over?

never meant to hurt you but you're never gonna see
and in due time it will hit you the way that it hit me
i think we'd be happier if you'd just get some sleep

it's every other day for me
i swear
every other day for me
i swear
in the morning when you call i will be there
every morning when you call i will be there

please, it's fine
fawning over me for watching out for thee
Track Name: Frenimals
Free animals
Flying high above the world
Once were all just boys and girls
Tiny fingers start to curl
But they don't know what it means
Or if it has a meaning anymore

And with their eyes leveled at the floor
Patiently awaiting whatever
lies behind the door
Nothing is for sure, but you know you want to

Free animal
Think you might be finally done
Even if you had it once
guess it wasn't good enough
But now you have nothing to lose
Nothing to lose with or without it

If you must go through it,
That's all well and good
To me, it's feelin old

Get off all fours
Finish the chores
Bum from the rich
And mix with the poor boys
Hallelujah

Stifle a moan
Sinners come home
Fluttering eyes won't leave us alone
Oh hallelujah