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Guma

by Guma

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    Originally released as part of the Big Ego Records subscription series for Spring of 2019, available here in limited quantities with silver embossed numbering out of 500.

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1.
THE NEXT TIME I SEE STEPHEN The last time I saw Ray Davies it was in HD And he was playing those songs that I love to hear And I found 'em online for free And it's not like it's difficult It's something I think anyone can do The last time I heard this record I thought the mix was perfect And I don't even know if you like that band But it's not like it's difficult to ask It's something I think anyone can do The next time I see Stephen I'm gonna thank him for no reason That ship has sailed but I can see it from the beach, and I like what I'm seeing And I don't even know if you like that man But it's not like it's difficult to ask
2.
Final Form 03:35
FINAL FORM What do you want to do with me? I want to watch you eat lemons in the belly of spring I could ask you to do anything He doesn't like when I sing Let the temperature bring what the temperature brings Odor and rain Every day is the same I need you to know that I'm doing it right That I so rarely feel tethered to my final form My supreme way of being Still thinking about the people that I want to be thinking about me Fifth sense on the things that I like I put hours and hours and hours into that bike Time is a piston And I need you to know I can prove it That I so rarely feel tethered to my final form My supreme way of being
3.
Palm Bone 02:56
PALM BONE Great, another public wake under the belts of fools Under the so-called rules of the union Yeah, I saw that too-- the people I follow are cool It comes up in my suggested videos You can talk about anything You can look at any picture of any person You can see what they're all doing You can learn how to do it too But you can never get enough and you will never get it right I struggle to get by stubborn as a mule Why pay too much for school? It's going to be with me for a long while So I give it one time for the ones who've thought about shooting yourself in the mouth It comes up and I suggest you let it go In the desert alone is a palm bone And it stands up on its own In the house on my own is a palm bone And I can't stop giving in
4.
Top Floor 04:59
TOP FLOOR Red strings mean I gotta change Because I want to know her Not enough to know her too Ankles to eyelids I don't want to talk about it If I try, I can remember that everything I want to write is on the top floor of my being No smear of ink But I make it a project Just what are you looking at? Why try to say it, you can trust me I was there And there's quitters to be buried Means I gotta change Just enough to know her too Body to spirit Not without merit I don't want to talk about it I know, and I remember that everything I want to write is on the top floor of my being No smear of ink Fixate on the object Just what are you looking at? As far as I am aware, I can see the top floor of my being Looks so serene I give you best the days of my life
5.
Floor Models 04:38
FLOOR MODELS Days grow up And you make a choice Time takes all kinds Keep your voice It is a physical history The tell of the mood Like a personal museum “Let us eat” I say it all of the time But do you know what I mean Do you? Days grow up Too much for meaning See what you want, do you? Take that one I'm never bothered when I'm out I've seen the big wheels that I've heard so much about Keep 'em moving
6.
ELEPHANT PLANT This is the plan When it's over, take you in my hands Run to the van Cut you in two Elephant plant You look good, and I can't understand Why you give in I'm talking to you In the corner of the room This is the plan I made dinner, and I'm washing my hands Know that I can Know my will and I will let it be you
7.
Spirit Glide 04:06
SPIRIT GLIDE I remember they told us the train wasn't coming through They put us on a bus, but I was happy to tripping with you For a moment forgetting my blues It's funny how life's questions are all about me I didn't think I was the star of a movie, but I know I could be I know I can put up with the depression and the cash money If it's not what you're thinking, maybe you change your mind If it's not what you're seeing, maybe it takes time A stranger and a bride are soon united It doesn't matter if you get me wrong I still think of you as pure and undivided Can you believe that we were there on the back of a round and rippled spine? I was thinking what would he be thinking if he were alive and well-liked Envy the guide Pride of our dreams, Supple and lean, Made in famous magazines A circle to the vine will be provided It doesn't matter if you're doing it wrong I still think of you as pure and undivided
8.
Wild Onions 03:50
WILD ONIONS I'm all squared up with every woman I've loved Each, as in every one Know I keep them distinct I'd given myself all the freedom of motion What a delicate thing I'm headed for the country And this world ain't too big that I can't get around it in time But I've got to get up In the year of decline It's not that I like being high all the time But it's not like I mind So I'm headed for the country He led me outside toward the finest hours Brought to my mem'ry caps that we devoured Like the air of a culture under a rolling pin, I can smell almost everything The grass, the season's pass, And wild onions he had found So we're headed for the country

about

“I want to watch you eat lemons in the belly of spring” reads to me like a Robert Frost character waxing to their unknown lover—cool, fresh, and newly budded. This was the first lyric that really gutted me on Guma. In “Final Form,” T.J. Masters sings about citrus-eating and about thinking of others thinking about him as his guitars cruise over Tabor Allen (Cherry Glazerr) and Ana Barreiro’s soft-yet-certain drum team. Anna Butterss (an LA favorite of mine) agrees on upright bass between melodic phrases that seem like just the right amount of conversation. Like when you’re excited about what someone is saying and you’re letting them speak and you’re listening, but ideas—responses—are forming in your head. You’re still listening intently, observing all the potential replies without feeling so inclined to grab one, and it’s okay to let them pass through you. “Let the temperature bring what the temperature brings,” Masters says, a blasé but somehow hopeful way of giving power over to something or someone else. Which is much like the way the demo versions of these songs, originally recorded in Masters’ bedroom, were crafted anew by a band of musicians hand-picked by Chris Schlarb (Psychic Temple, BIG EGO Studios). Total blind trust is always something I’m after.

The instrumentation on Guma feels indulgent to my personal desires: heavy shaker presence on the whole record, slick, clean and dry guitar, hard-panned snare hits, harmonies as an arrangement technique, and a blanket of trumpet and saxophones. Nothing too flashy; “pure and undivided.” There’s a coy connectivity to each song in spite of the band’s apparent effortlessness. I’m a sucker for a single snare hit as a fill--nothing more, nothing less. The horn arrangements by Alex Sadnik are wide and not overly showy, adding cool and concise stabs and swift, quick, teetering melodic lines to the already witty chordal makeup without hamming up the jazz tropes too much. On the out section of “Top Floor,” members trade fours over chromatic changes that descend, unexpectedly, while T.J. lets us know, “I give you the best days of my life.” (Perhaps a nod to those b-roll classic rock hits; I’m thinking of Kevin Johnson here.)

I asked T.J. a few questions to get to know him a bit more personally outside of the record. We had met once very briefly in NY at a mutual friend’s studio, but I don’t remember talking with him about much. Since then, he told me, he had moved to Austin, rebuilt a 50-year-old motorcycle by himself, and made this record. He mentioned being attached to the idea of his own demise, but to me these songs belie a musical hopefulness. I love the tongue-in-cheek plays on spirituality: in-jokes about death cruise over delicately silly percussion, Steuart Liebig's fretless bass, and almost ragtime piano on “Palm Bone.” Social media is something we all think about now (isn’t it?) and T.J. reassures the lot of us that we’ll never get it right. But I think he got it right with this record. It’s not demanding, and after about four listens I found myself humming melodies from the harmonized guitar lines in “Elephant Plant,” which reads lyrically as a horticultural threat to a house plant.

I wonder who “Spirit Glide” is about. I never asked T.J. because to me, it’s about The Truman Show. I think of those interviews where Jim Carrey tells us that he’s just a normal guy. Masters sings, “It doesn’t matter if you get me wrong/I still think of you as pure and undivided.” Perspective—it actually can be shifted if you try. Did Truman ever come to live as a “normal” human in society after he discovered he was being watched and duped his whole life? We don’t know! But holding something that’s been tainted in one’s mind as both pure and undivided: that is a soft approach to willpower.
- Meg Duffy, Los Angeles

credits

released March 15, 2019

Tabor Allen - drums
Ana Barreiro - drums
Anna Butterss - electric & double bass
Steuart Liebig - electric bass
T.J. Masters - acoustic & electric guitar, lead vocals
Tony Rinaldi - acoustic & electric piano, Hammond organ

with
Doug Fischer - backing vocals (2, 4, 8), shaker (3)
Evan Garfield - conga, bell (3)
Danny T. Levin - trumpet
Sebastián López - conga (3), backing vocals (2, 4, 8)
David Moyer - tenor & baritone saxophone
Natalia Pérez - vocals (2, 4, 5, 8)
Alex Sadnik - alto saxophone, horn arrangements

Produced by Chris Schlarb
at BIG EGO, Long Beach, CA.

Mixed by Chris Schlarb and T.J. Masters

Recorded from May 4th - 6th, 2018
Engineered by Devin O'Brien
Assistant engineering by Jason Chavez

Mastered by JJ Golden at Golden Mastering, Ventura, CA.

Additional recording in New York, NY. & Austin, TX.
Additional engineering by T.J. Masters

Back cover photography by Devin O'Brien
Layout by David J. Woodruff

All songs written by T.J. Masters
Published by Guma University Publishing (BMI)

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Guma Austin, Texas

T.J. Masters is a writer, musician, and community radio host in Austin, TX.

Guma is the name of the group.

Small Cool World airs every Thursday from 4:30pm-6:00pm on KOOP 91.7FM in Austin or online at koop.org
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