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Five years before becoming co-founders of Fort Apache Recording Studio [along with Treat Her Right's Jim Fitting & Sex Exec Paul Q. Kolderie] Sean Slade & Joe were introduced to one another as "the punk rock guy from Yale" & "the punk rock guy from Harvard", and quickly formed a friendship based on shared musical tastes and an admiration for one another's work. Joe's band, the bones [formed Dec. 2, 1979] shared bills with Sean's group Sex Execs, & before that with Mod Lang & the Reader, both of which featured Sean &/or other future Execs, so it was natural in '82 that they team up to produced the bones first LP.

Of a dozen or more basics recorded live to 2-track, eight songs were eventually finished by adding vocals & a 2nd JH guitar track & sequenced for 'Discover'. A ninth basic from the session, a cover of the Fugs' "Couldn't Get High", would surface on Joe's 'Buy American: 1984, the Year at So-So' in 1985, bounced from a rough mix cassette to the 1/4" Fostex 8-track at So-So with vocals & a drunken crown subsequently added. The original, vocal-less basic track is included among other instrumental tracks from the Discover session on the Bandcamp collection 'the bones Story'.

When completed less than a dozen cassettes were copied from the master 1/4" four-track tape - i.e. there was no mix-down stage, & these tracks are taken from one of those cassettes, found & transferred by Steve Nickerson in 2011. The LP has never been released, until now.

Sean Slade went on to produce Dinosaur, Jr., Hole, Radiohead. Men & Volts & Warren Zevon among many others, often in partnership w/ith his old band-mate Paul Q. Kolderie. It was their 4-track basement-and-attic recording operation that inspired Harvard to open his own 1/4" 8-tr studio, the bedroom-centered So-So Studios in '84. As So-So became too busy for a domestic environment to sustain, co-opting the upstairs living room and often the kitchen as well, Joe's room-mates became increasingly restive. By 1985 he sought other options. The loss of 82 Kenwood, the Sex Execs' Dorchester HQ, plus the expense of opening a dedicated studio space, made joining forces an obvious move. They pooled resources & opened a warehouse room at 169 Norfolk Ave in Oct., 1985, adding Jim Fitting as fourth partner. Both the original room -- Fort Apache South -- & the newer 24-tr facility Fort North at 1 Camp St. in North Cambridge would become pioneering indie facilities.

Joe used Sean's '66 Ampeg Reverbrocket on this LP, which Slade later traded to him in '87, & which has been JH's main amp since then. JH used a red '66 rosewood neck Teli & a heavy-ass, rosewood neck Teli copy w/a DiMarzio Bridge p/u for gtr sounds, assembled by Aerosmith guitar tech Neil Thompson. Dave Bone used a maple-neck P-bass w/a lefty neck that he & Neil Thompson put together.

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released August 6, 1982

Produced by Sean & Joe Harvard. Recorded by Sean at Contempt Studios, Dorchester, MA in summer 1982, on a Teac 1/4" 4-track.

All songs by Joe Harvard except "Lonely" [Joe Fagan & James Straight / Mick Abbott] and "Can't Spell Romance" [Frank Rowe].

Dave "Bone" Pedersen bass
Richie "Cunningham" Madallo drums
JH gtr & vocals
Sean Slade [alto] & John Dunton-Downer [tenor] arranged & play the saxophones on "I Hate to Wake Up"

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Joe Harvard Asbury Park, New Jersey

"VU & Nico" author, producer-artist-musician
LP creds: Dinosaur, Jr, Pernice Brothers, Throwing Muses etc; spiritual midwife to tons more as co-founder/owner of Fort Apache '85-'93.
An East Bostonian based [One Banned Man, Dub Proof, Doctor Danger, Cockwalkers] in NJ & MOTH NYC Storyslam Champ '01; loves cats. Asbury Music Awards: Top Americana '09/Top Multi-Instrumentalist & Top Avant-Garde '10.
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Track Name: Corner
Sittin’ at ,my desk I was drinkin Tussionex Listenin’ to T-Rex on my little Panasonic
I can’t complain, I’m feelin’ no pain and I don’t see the need for additional histrionics

I’m gonna go down to the Corner and do just what I wanna
Go down to the Corner and do just what I wanna

Pillsbury dough boys dance in my head
Some days I wish that I could just stay in bed
Sittin’ at ,my desk I was drinkin’ Tussionex I was listenin’ to T-Rex on my itty-bitty Panasonic
I can’t complain, I’m feelin’ no pain and I don’t see the need for additional histrionics

I’m gonna go down to the Corner and do just what I wanna
Go down to the Corner and do just what I wanna


SOLO

Some times it’s difficult to et what I need So please don’t be difficult I’m down on my knees ‘n I need to get what I need [repeat x3]
And I need to go down to the Corner and do just what I wanna
Go down to the Corner and do just what I wanna

Put a little heart into it, from home
Track Name: Hate to Wake Up
[recorded]:
I wake up, I just can’t shake the sleep out of my head, I hate to get out of bed

It’s a rat race that I can’t face today.

Wake up Eve, it’s eight o’clock too late to bereave
the passing of our sleep
Me and you, we sleep as one until the morning sun
Cuts us in two

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[as played live]

I wake up, I just can’t shake the sleep out of my head,
I hate to get out of bed
Me and you, we sleep as one until the morning sun
Cuts us in two

It’s a rat race that I can’t face today.

Wake up Eve, it’s eight o’clock too late to bereave
the passing of our sleep
Me and you, we sleep as one until the morning sun
Cuts us in two

It’s a rat race that I can’t face today.

SOLO

It’s a rat race that I can’t face today.

I hate to wake up [repeat]
Track Name: Drugs Make Me Smile
Whiskey makes me dizzy but I drink. Good things come in yellow, white and pink
Can’t stand up but now I can’t see you. Passed out on the floor – so what’s new?
Satisfaction guaranteed, well that’s a phrase for everybody but me

Rather read – about Marilyn, or Che – stay in bed and snort cocaine all day
Local anesthetics make me gay! Smoke some reefer, stay in bed and play.
[You don’t want to do what I want you to do.
You don’t want to do what I say I want you to do]
Satisfaction guaranteed, well that’s a phrase for everybody but me

Drugs make me smile. Drugs make me smile.

Solo

Satisfaction guaranteed, well that’s a phrase for everybody but me

Drugs make me smile. Drugs make me smile.
Drugs make me smile. Drugs make me smile.

There are every kind of drug in the world that I just love to take.
I like amphetamines! I like barbituates!
I like anything that ends in ‘A - L’ or ‘I – N – E’! I want to eat ‘em all!
I have the solution to the world’s drug problem: I will selflessly eat all drugs
‘Cuz drugs make me smile
Track Name: Fire, Fire
Well if I had a … well if, if I had … if I had a … if I had a … if I had a face.
if I had a face, if I had a … if I had a face like yours
If I had a face like yours I don’t know what I’d do
I don’t know what I’d do

Fire, fire is my friend, my one and only
One on whom I can depend when I get lonely
Light it up then pretend that I’m at home again
Fire, Fire

Well if I had a real dad. If I had a real dad.
If I didn’t have to call my mother by her first name.
“Judy” what are you’re doing to me?

Fire, fire is my friend, my one and only
One on whom I can depend when I get lonely
Light it up then pretend that I’m at home again
Fire, Fire

Well I’m confused again. I blew a fuse again. Well what do they expect?
Well what do they expect from me?

If I had a face like yours I don’t know what the fuck I would do
I’d ask ‘em to put me in a freak show I’d ask ‘em to stick me in the zoo!
Then I could be with people who looked like me, or at least some kinda thing that looked like me, some kinda organism thing.
I don’t want you to be my father, I don’t want you to be fucking anything to me.

Fire, fire is my friend, my one and only
One on whom I can depend when I get lonely
Light it up then pretend that I’m at home again
Fire, Fire [repeat]
There’s a fire in the house mom, better come home right now
Track Name: Red Skies
Say goodbye to Baudelaire. Say avoir to savoir faire.
I’ll say ‘goodnight’ to you my dear, here I go.
Land of the Rising Sun. Upsetting when the day is done.
We don’t know what we’ve begun, where we’ll go: back or forward?
Two souls are one. Red skies over Tokyo. Red skies.

We have lived by sun and steel. Sitting over our final meal, tranquility is all I feel today.
Please do give my mother love. Passing over up above she will feel that I am near, and she’ll know – yes, she’ll know
Gazing down in the snow at the Golden Temple it’s lying below
Red skies over Tokyo. Red skies.
Track Name: Lonely
*as with all Joe Harvard covers, certain lyrical changes have been made, intentionally or otherwise. The best source for the true lyrics are always the originals

Sittin there in your chair.
Position here, never there.
Pull on your cigarette in the dark
So lonely. [I’m] So lonely. [You’re] So lonely. I’m so lonely

I’m sick of this and I'm sick of that.
You say ‘his’ I say ‘hers’
Light another in the dark but whoa whoa baby no place to park
So lonely. [I’m] So lonely. [You’re] So lonely. I’m so lonely

I like the pain, I must be insane. Maybe baby, you’re to blame
I’m doin’ this and I’m thinkin’ that
The problem is that I’m getting’ too fat and I’m …
Lonely. [I’m] So lonely. [You’re] So lonely. So lonely

Lonely lonely, you’re sittin’ in that chair
Lonely, lonely baby think I need some air
Lonely lonely, well you don’t really care
Lonely lonely, baby think I need some air!
Track Name: Wonchew 4 Myself
I don’t want to name names I don’t play games I don’t want you holdin’ hands with any more of my friends. I just want you for myself
If you were in Moscow I’d get to you somehow
Out in Arizona maybe we could have a pow-wow
All alone all by ourselves

There’s no question of it, there ain’t a doubt within my mind
There’s no need to argue, I’ll be yours just you be mine all mine
And let me love you for myself

If you lived in an igloo I don't think we'd need heat
We’d stay pretty warm just me and you, too
All alone all by ourselves
If you were in Moscow I’d get to you somehow
Out in Arizona maybe we could have a pow-wow
All alone all by ourselves

There’s no question of it, there ain’t a doubt within my mind
There’s no need to argue, I’ll be yours just you be mine all mine
And let me love you for myself

I don’t want to name names I don’t want to play games I don’t want [to see] you holdin’ hands with any [more] of my friends [repeat]
I just want you for myself
If you were in Moscow I’d get to you somehow
Out in Arizona maybe we could have a pow-wow
All alone all by ourselves