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Fare Thee Well My Love, Goodbye

by Chandler Trey Johnson

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1.
*What do you think about me reading this poem i wrote*
2.
I miss your brown eyes, with a stare so complex, i feel inside I cant get rid of no howlin' wind, but i can look out my window, see where i been, where we have been, where i been To the bottom of a tree, you and me To the top of a building The 7 leaf clover below my feet, reminds me of when the bee's would bring fear in me The blissful feelings i long for so, they only seem to come when i'm alone, when we are alone, when i'm alone To the bottom of a tree, you and me To the top of a building, ooooooooo
3.
The tramp moves on to the end of the street I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet For some there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind. The world humes on at its breakneck pace People fly in their lifelong race For them there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind. The chances they come, but the chances have been lost Success can be gained, but at too great a cost For some there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind. The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree The rain flows by and moves to the sea For them there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind.
4.
I don't know where ill go You are leaving, finding yourself Where can i find the past, the best feeling
5.
Hang My Head 03:52
Hang my head, think real slow, came this far, can't go home look around and all i see, you and me... Take some steps back to me, once you're here i can breathe Take some steps back to me, pay my dues baby, then you'll see Now you're back, back with me, need a smoke baby? can you breathe? see i'm here, don't forget i only pick the ripest red My nature is true Watch me turn blue A faded wind, A memory The trains track crawlin' across the sea The clouds were gone, but now they cry a tear worth drippin' from my eye Death will grow under a tree, the plants of next year will never see My nature is true Watch me turn blue My nature is true Watch me turn blue
6.
Hobo Joe 01:56
Hobo Joe, walked three thousand miles In planks of leather, in this weather Wrappin' up cigarette filters just to smoke them down, over and over Tiny fingers, pluck them banjo strings Until the moon comes & pardons he Until tomorrow Hobo Joe smoke away your soul Until tomorrow
7.
There is the place, now you know how far we will go Greeting these friends with trust Grieving for whats too fun Fine lines, why would i try? To see this part of an empty timeline Heres a place, a part in me Reaching for nothing Fine lines, why would i try? To see this part of an empty timeline
8.
Lifting up my own cup Dull point knife, i'm still up Where i find the night is blind Opens up, where i find what i'm dreaming Be what they want one day, think yourself away Where i'll be this weekend, i wont feel a thing Wishing for a reason to give you everything Where i'll go this weekend, i wont feel a thing
9.
Ignore what they say, we want to kill everything, possess everything In time they pick where you go Now you wait for the show The way we love They cant see The way we talk honestly The way they eat the food they grow The way they keep their gardens full They warn, tell us to stay at home While they clean up the place alone
10.
There's no stronger wind than the one that blows Down a lonesome railroad line No prettier sight than looking back On a town you left behind There is nothin' that's as real As a love that's in my mind Close your eyes I'll be here in the morning Close your eyes I'll be here for a while There's lots of things along the road I'd surely like to see I'd like to lean into the wind And tell myself I'm free But your softest whisper's louder Than the highways call to me All the mountains and the rivers And the valleys can't compare To your blue lit dancin' eyes And yellow shining hair I could never hit the open road And leave you layin' there Lay your head back easy, love, Close your cryin' eyes I'll be layin' here beside you When the sun comes on the rise I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails And the lonesome bluejay cries.

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The tape recorder rotates, making a soft “click” signaling the start of the song. The music crackles through the speaker, then starts slowly with the muffled strums of an acoustic guitar. It’s this run-down rhythm of tape recording which Chandler Trey Johnson fell in love with.

For his entire first album, Fare Thee Well My Love, Goodbye, Johnson chose to try his hand at recording music old-style. Released in February, he said the worn, effect tape recording achieves the melancholy, western-folk inspired music he is driven to make.

“It isn’t meant to sound crystal clear like computer recording,” Johnson said. “I was just drawn to it, the act of having to physically do it rather than just push buttons.”

Having never recorded music by tape before, Johnson made the decision to spend the extra time focused on learning the complicated process and recording his songs along the way. He recruited the help of a past friend, Adam Gelatt, rekindling their friendship through music. All in all, Johnson said it took around seven to eight months to record the tape.

The painstaking process is well suited to match the carefully-crafted music within. The tracks are incredibly intimate with relatively straight-forward configurations.

“I find it more impressive when artists can create a wide variety of emotion with simple structures of music,” Johnson said. “So that’s what I’ve tried to incorporate into my music.”

Dedicating the time and effort to learn a skill highlights Johnson’s value in the music making process. For him, creating music is simultaneously a form of expression and something he feels he has to do. Monotonous at times and invigorating at others, Johnson said he can take weeks or months to write song lyrics.

This collection of tracks revolves around intense personal struggles he has experienced. The lyrics do not describe a specific story, rather evoke feelings about past lovers and a period in his life involving substance abuse. The raw emotions of isolation and depression flow through his music, creating a melancholy theme that remains prominent throughout the work.

The acoustic style Johnson is drawn to perfectly marries to tape recording, but is something he isn’t completely comfortable portraying live just yet. Armed only with his guitar when he takes the stage for a show, Johnson said there is a certain element of audience banter and artist storytelling expected of solo performances. While he enjoys playing live, creating music is a personal passion.

Johnson said he wouldn’t blame people if they didn’t want to come see him playing love songs on his guitar. “But if I wasn’t making music I don’t know what I would be doing. Music is the only thing I feel like I should be doing,” he added.

Appearing on stage as a solo act is something relatively new to Johnson, but making music isn’t. In high school, Johnson was a part of another band, Croak. A harder punk band, they toured together for some time before breaking up.

“For a while I was feeling the angst,” Johnson said. “Then, eventually I just grew tired of the whole scene. It started to feel stale.”

Following Croak’s disbandment, Johnson became drawn to music edging on a quieter sound – not so “in your face.” Creating music with more space for listeners to connect with their own emotions became a reoccurring aspect for him.

Johnson is already working on creating more content, and experimenting with more multi-instrumental components and further perfecting his tape recording process.

“Some people can get up, go to work, come home, go back to work and be completely happy,” Johnson said. “And that’s great for them, but that’s not something I can do. I have to make music, for me it’s a necessity.”

Published in the March 2018 issue of What’s Up! Magazine

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released February 16, 2018

This tape was written and created during 2016-2017 in Bellingham, Washington
Most songs were tracked on Grant St.

All music written & performed by Chandler Trey Johnson

All recordings produced by Adam Gelatt

Cover art created by Adam Gelatt

Inner art by Chandler Trey Johnson

Cassettes pressed by Theo Krantz @ Cry Like Donna (New Mexico)

Special Thank you to Benford for lending Bells, Adam Gelatt, Theo Krantz, Timmy Sunshine, Nico Shanks, Tyler Gelatt, Roy Nixon, Teresa, Ron, Lane, Justine and Josh Sanders, Thank you to all friends who have showed support and listening ears.

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