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Manager (self​-​titled)

by Manager

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1.
When I got up from the accident They put me in a police van Or maybe it was an ambulance I don’t know – attorneys confuse me But the facts don’t even matter if the Cameras weren’t rolling when I started my descent into The longest pain I ever knew Now we’re off to the races on crutches with braces and canes And now there’s something that needs discussing by Those who know the game But Im not a player I just hope the jury will follow my claim Now the process is cessing And documents are protesting Courthouse clerks are lamenting The number of signatures required Now there’s 12 angry men Pouring over depositions Wondering if I have visions Of taking all of this in stride
2.
Parades 04:13
From the start I always wondered would you be the death of me Or would chariots and trumpets parade along the street Or would all the adulations heal my open wounds But when New Years was upon us I saw the death of you Could the scenes of all the accidents been much worse? Than a gang of anxious homeless kids chasing down a hearse And the hope of lonely barkeeps buying another round But the hope of fame and fortune was never found Out back the load-out finally Out front the singer signing The engineer says its all about timing As she walks away And the Xerox is running out invites for yesterday But the over served were the only ones that could stay Could the scenes of all the accidents been much worse? Than the longhairs with quadruple stacks Just to go on first And another fist was fighting Over who would be second place As if anybody cared there was even a race
3.
Now the pace of the party was overshadowed By the pace of the drink And the sudden case of the nerves you brought hope You forgot how to think While the overture couldn’t be observed By the way open windows would carry away all the ashes Overnight communication Calling out from parks to stations Overloaded batteries I’m forgiving Saturdays On the platform waits a stranger makes It harder to get up on the train And the thought of arresting would be more depressing Than walking alone in the rain Who’s it for? Who you wanna be? Back on the slope on a mare named hope I have seen better odds at the track When I lose my money it wont be my honey coming back
4.
We stopped outside of Hayes To get another scientist in the making Her entry won first place I should have thrown the breaker Electrical camp it is almost over Edison’s a fighter not a lover Like Thomas could light up a city I wish that I could take her with me Now Franklin had a kite He strung up a key when the weather was shaking I guess its something like When I came across you and my heart it started it’s aching Electrical camp it is almost over Edison’s a fighter not a lover Like Thomas could light up a city I wish that I could take her with me We stopped outside of Hayes For bonvoyagersation she didn’t know my name I should have thrown the breaker
5.
The Match 03:12
The harbor lights they awaken the dream that the city is alive The past is the past and the future’s a surprise Everyone is taking their moment their 15 minutes of shame To show off to the world they drink to hide the pain It’s a fight for those who take the heat under spotlights I’m alright if I can just tell myself to tow the line I’ll be fine as long as Brooklyn shines in my corner With my back against the ropes I see her name in lights I’m wrapped up and strapping on gloves Stepping into the ring I raise my arms in defense as the first round bell sings I like to dish it out but I can’t take it I never want you to know It’s the prize in this fight as my fear begins to grow
6.
Manager 03:10
It’s a bitter resentful weekend As the fire in the office takes charge If the proper process was in fashion We’d be out with our boys in the bar You have failed again to teach them You have failed again to shore Up the holes in this ship that is sinking I have called down below for more The night time is wasted the evidence is speaking The interns are wasted the evidence is speaking When you want to go back home into the cold Though its not quite quitting time Everything that’s on the list is getting old So its not quite quitting time From the startup to the hard up I just want to go home I’ve got too many complaints to file away Who is the manager I am Who is the one who is to blame I am the manager From the deadlines to headlines all leading to stress lines I am the manager As you pace in your prison and ponder decisions Is this how you make ends meet? And your whatever K is not performing the way So you just keep on moving your feet And the clients objecting while you sit reflecting Were approvals made without me? And your direct reports are now singing the words “I just want to go home”
7.
I’ve heard enough its time for bed You’d like to think that you’re inside my head The notes and chords are ringing out So loud I cant hear you shout As experts evidence will fail to find it anymore Everyone in town knows the difference between love and war I don’t know where I’m going you haven’t the guts now do you On the day of the dead, on the day that we met You called me a keeper Honey is that a threat? now I’m willing to bet You call me a sleeper Too many times I’ve had to hold your hair back And science can’t explain the ratings for “When Hearts Attack” Hold all the press hang up the phone I never said I wanted to sleep alone If history could teach us all Mathematics never want to add up at all
8.
There was a motion picture title of a Captain who would rival the odds that were in favor of the sea The order search and rescue the engagement sure to test you Maybe a lighthouse she wasn’t meant to be The west coast paints a story I’m going along for ease of You were always waiting on the shore anticipating Like a story for the ages like directors like to do But perhaps I was mistaken and my bed at home was taken By some other lazy Captain who had made his way inside I should have seen it from a mile away I felt so sick on 10 ft waves I thought I saw a Shoreman off the bow We lost a drowning sailor to a mermaid who had wandered through And somehow I’d given the order to let him go The men are now searching madly She’s overboard seriously You were always waiting for my ship to keep on sailing And to cross over horizons like producers like to do But the town they turned on headlights to guide us back in dark nights And the look across your face was not exactly the welcome wagon You were always waiting for my ship to keep on sailing And to cross over horizons to the bottom of the sea But the town they turned on headlights to guide us back in dark nights And the look across your face was not exactly the welcome wagon
9.
Coming from behind you it was cause for an alarm Knowing that someday the thing would take hold of your arm It’s a wonder you had made it out It’s a wonder you survived It takes an idiot and it takes a genius to get by Holding on to something you wont find And it sounds like me Holding out for something you won’t find And it sounds like me again Well you’ve been there and it’s all the same A tired song about a velvet chair was the comfort I received When the nurses at the hospital said there wasn’t much to see As the haunted melodies of winter came across the line I was over it I was over lit And the speed was hard to find

about

Do you find yourself in the midst of an existential crisis on a nearly daily basis? Do you feel like your sense of self is being encroached upon by federalist forces on one side and the ennui of modern life on the other? Are you at a loss for words but also wanting to scream out a stream-of-consciousness tirade against all the injustices of the world both big and small? Have you, in short, had enough?

You need Manager. Manager knows your pain and is here for you. Manager will do for you what you can't do for yourself. Manager will take the weight from your shoulders. Manager will take care of you.

With its self-titled, this Brooklyn four-piece has created a balm for our souls, a buffer from the hubris of a world gone to shit. In just nine songs, you will find catharsis and relief. You will believe there is still something to believe in.

The healing begins appropriately with “Off to the Races,” an analysis of real-life and metaphorical pain set against a comforting pop hook. Indeed, when singer Jon Chinn sings of notes and chords on “You Haven’t the Guts,” it’s obvious he knows of their curative properties. The centerpiece to the record and the band’s calling card, “Manager” tells of failure and salvation over a criss-crossing of riffs and plaintive guitar lines with office speak allegory. Here, Chinn summarizes our universal want when he admits, “I just want to go home.”

Mastered by Bob Weston (Shellac, Volcano Suns), Manager might remind you of luminaries like Guided By Voices (most of the band shares an Ohio lineage), Bob Mould, and pre-Deschanel Death Cab for Cutie, but there’s no denying that the band has found its own collective voice during its two short years together. It’s an eloquent one at that, an articulation of a 21st century state of being. Someone else once sang about what the world needs now, but Manager has delivered it.

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Blurt Magazine Review:

"Opener “Off to the Races” is a natural, possessing all the above elements and practically daring the listener not to sing along. The actual song “Manager” provides a midtempo changeup that’s still richly melodic, boasting lithe background guitar spirals and an uncommon rhythmic urgency. And “You Haven’t the Guts” provides still more fretboard complexity, one guitar serving up tremolo’d riffs while the other spits out delightfully arpeggiated leads. I could go on, but you get the point—call it power pop with a ‘90s alt-rock vibe, simultaneously soulful and cathartic. One of the year’s best surprises thus far."

credits

released April 20, 2017

Recorded at Degraw Sound by Harper James, and Workbook Studio by Jon Chinn. Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering.

Jon Chinn - guitar, vocal
Ron Hester - guitar, vocal
Lori Cantu - bass
John Dorcas - drums

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Manager Jersey City, New Jersey

Faking it since 2016.

90's style indie melodic guitar rockers.

Jon Chinn
Lori Cantu
John Dorcas

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