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Voltage & Pressure

by Jeff Arata

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1.
Trying 04:22
Our song would still exist if and only if the infinite could be conveyed If only my analysis could interpret the product of your palette all you paint I’m trying, I’m trying oh Oh I’m trying… to solve On paper what belongs on canvas You’re much more of one to paint I’m trying with numbers anyways Staying steadfast to our colors Even if I math it and find a number, approximations are, just a bummer (a bummer, a bummer oh) Oh I’m trying… to solve On paper what belongs on canvas You’re much more of one to paint I’m trying with numbers anyways Staying steadfast to our colors (Solo) Oh I’m trying… to paint On canvas what belongs on paper You’re much more to cipher your shades I’m trying with a brush that’s dull and gray Staying steadfast to our colors (dull and gray) Staying steadfast to our colors 📝 🖼 👩‍🎨 🎨 🦆
2.
Purple Green 04:35
Feast your blue stars on me green and growing In my desert red comes your warmth and purple royalty Fresh picked for your paletted parties Paint your tongue purple green with me Oh Great One, Conqueror of Egypt I just hope to please Your Highness (with) Grapes, olives, purple green Regale with, purple green I'm the grapes, your soft and sweetness I'm the olives, your flowering keenness I'm the salt, your salary I'm the stone, your centerpiece But am I still the star of your feast? I am just your stepping stone You leave me lay in salt desert My flavor’s the same your tongue may change What can some mute sack of fruit say? Feast your stars, I’m turning green Purple imbued with ambivalence The Great One’s moved on to Babylon Grapes, olives, purple green Molding and rotting To you, the grapes, once sweet turn sour To you, the olives taste bitter To you, the salt's not quite your flavor And so the feast all comes to a halt. Grapes, olives, purple green Regale with purple green Molding and rotting Paint me purple green Purple green Purple green Purple green Purple green 🍇 🟢 🧂 🗿 ⭐️ 🦆
3.
We could talk endlessly we’re starting out so complete There’s no gaps or points missing we keep moving fast and free But suddenly we found a hole When at first we were radical Two fractions might make a whole But they’re just rational just rational just rational just rational Is it natural to now move slow and only show what’s positive and whole? It’s integral to me you see to reveal what’s negative underneath But now we just seem so dull When at first we were radical Two fractions might make a whole But they’re just rational just rational just rational just rational Show me You’re Rational Irrational Show me you’re Rational Irrational Your real side Show me You’re Rational Irrational Show me you’re Rational Irrational Your real side Show me you’re Rational Irrational Your real side Show me you’re Rational Irrational Your real side Real side Real side 🔢 🖩 ½ 🦆
4.
Pairallel 03:58
We’re dancing in parallel Through time like we’re a pair as well Constantly at arms’ length A distant sense of that warm embrace If two lines never intersect Will we ever be close enough to pair and connect? Will we ever be close enough to pair and connect, when we dance? I lead and lay rise to the steps Your feet follow the coordinates Hands run along our shirts Cotton’s never been stickier If two lines always parallel Will we ever be far enough to halve and decouple, as well? Will we ever be far enough to halve and decouple if it ends? If two lines have no solution, Then why in unison do we keep the two of us moving? If two lines never intersect If two lines always parallel Then why the hell do we still dance? 💃 🕺 🦆
5.
So you're back to your boxes, you rummage through the drawers You’re stuck on this stone but you’re using all your tools You sculpt your solutions slowly chipping them apart Take care and time cause you won’t be able to put ‘em back together again So you’re bent over backwards, you’re writing on the ceiling Attack all your angles trying to crack the code But you lose all your logic if you haste through all the steps You pour your heart and soul, into what you sculpt, just don’t chip it to a pulp 🧰 ⚒ 🗿 🦆
6.
I come upon a feast Abandoned but bountiful With nothing to preserve Such a shame to waste Can’t let this feast be lost I’ll just take one bite I’ve lost all self control And eat even though I’m full I’m afraid I have to help myself to This feast full of fear How can I help myself? How do I help myself? When I can’t stop myself? I am what I eat I eat this lost feast With nothing to preserve I’ve lost all self control And eat even though I’m full I’m afraid I have to help myself to This feast full of fear I’m desperate to stop But I can’t let this feast be lost Then I find Some grape And olive preserves But they’re painted purple green They’re molding and rotting I’ve lost all self control And eat even though I’m full I’m afraid I have to help myself To this feast full of fear 🍇 🟢 🧂 🗿 ⭐️ 🦆
7.
I’ve done the math Found the number I wrote it down You hear its sound Bummer of a number (yeah) We’re a heat map cold and blue You’ve sketched the sound Brushed out the map You dried the paint I hear it fade Bummer of a number (yeah) We’re a heat map cold and blue Even this song It just paints time How we once did We’re now silent 🧮 🎨 🦆

about

Voltage & Pressure likens art, math, love, effort, song & sound into one

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I wrote these songs years ago. They were always something I figured I would turn into Voltage & Pressure eventually and well, eventually happened with 2020. The project became a way for me to stay mentally engaged/stable as the pandemic settled in. In a lot of ways, it’s like that meme of the person who’s been working on their bedroom folk ep of sad songs for 3 years, with it always being 2 weeks away from being done. Except, I actually finished it/am releasing it. + I’d consider it more of an album with how complete it feels to me.

The album looks at the end of a relationship between two people who thought about and approached the relationship completely differently. One forever analytical left-brained over thinker & one free creative right-brained artistic spirit. The album works through this end from the analytical perspective, trying to reconcile/justify/explain/understand all that’s happened. It’s like that conversation you finally have where you pour over everything and try to figure out what happened, what went wrong, how you got here, why it’s over. Of course, it never ends in a tidy logical manner. This album tries to express that feeling, that experience, my experience.

Art & math intertwine in these songs. A problem solver preferring to work things out pencil on paper opposite an artist preferring to brush color on canvas. A free thinker in love with solely the weird against someone who concludes people must logically have both normal and weird parts to their personality. Two dancers who move in parallel, seemingly never closer yet never farther from each other. A stone sculpture artist who obsessively sees their craft as a problem to solve and dwell upon instead of larger positive creative expression.

Love & effort appear as a celebratory feast. Effort works hard to be a part of this celebration, offering the fruits of their labor as centerpieces to the feast. But effort does not necessarily oblige love in return. So effort’s fruits may spoil and rot unreciprocated, turning to fear and jealousy. Facing this fear means returning to this now abandoned feast, revealing that the fear was of helping oneself. What one might find is that helping oneself may mean finding love for yourself within yourself first, without having to rely on others for it.

Voltage & Pressure mean a number of things. Of course there is the electricity and excitement one feels in a relationship as well as the pressure of protecting it long enough until it can endure on its own. But voltage and pressure are themselves two measurements of sound. In the air, sound is a pressure wave. In the digital domain, that same pressure wave is represented by a voltage waveform. Voltage & Pressure is an album of songs, but is ultimately just sound. A sound pressure wave I made in the air and captured digitally as a voltage waveform. Of course, at the end of sound, there is silence.


The mathematician solved the problem, but found the answer to not be a number, but a song.
The artist painted the song, but found the sound had already faded.
Together they heard the art in full color, but only in time past.
The silence arrived a cold cold blue, and so accepted the current end.

credits

released April 22, 2022

Trying:
me - guitar, vocals, dark swoopy noises, deep fried ghost chorus, broken turntable, pencil on paper, mixing/mastering/obsessive tweaking
my brother - brush on canvas (ty)

Purple Green:
me - guitars, vocals, percussion, table flip, glass shatter, storm out, door slam, EDM atmospheric pump, field recordings, mixing/mastering/meandering
serendipitous bird chirp - bird
old school hardly audible christmas jazz album - my neighbor

Rational Irrational:
me - vocals, guitars, gratuitous bg vox layers, percussion, car driving by turned longest snare, general math nerdery, mixing/mastering/yada yada

Pairallel:
me - old timey grandpa guitar, vocals, percussion, infinite hums, mixing/mastering/massaging
serendipitous chirps - birds in my back yard
dancing recorded from under the dance floor - my friend Nick (ty)

Back to Your Boxes:
me - guitars, vocals, hammer and screwdriver on rock, my own thoughts coming back to haunt me, ominous hums, mixing/mastering and all

Feast Your Fears:
me - guitars, vocals, tr0n synth, wild FX automation, percussion, ultra distorted guitar, hums with the lungs of Jeff Mangum, autotuned bg vox ala Bon Iver, mixing/mastering/mangling

Bummer of a Number:
me - guitars, vocals, psyched-out spoken word vocal rant, percussion, pencil on paper, deliberate silence, mixing/mastering/meditating

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