Fest 9​-​Holiday Inn

by Jason Kutchma

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Every art and every inquiry, and similarly every action and choice, is thought to aim at some good; and for this reason the good has rightly been declared to be that at which all things aim.

- Aristotle
(Nicomachean Ethics, 350 BC)

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Solo Acoustic set at Fest 9 in Gainesville. FL. The set, arranged by punknews.org and Loose Charms Records, was recorded in Room 205 at the Holiday Inn.

PJ Bond, Garrett and Paul of Red City Radio and Aaron Scott of Attica! Attica! also played.

When the set started, there were 8 people in the room. By the time the set was finished, there were 78.

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'Radio On', 'Pilgrim' and 'Used Guitars' by Red Collar, lyrics by Jason Kutchma except 'Used Guitars' lyrics by Jason Kutchma and Mike Jackson

'Jinx Removing' Music and Lyrics by Blake Schwarzenbach

'Hybrid Moments' Music and Lyrics by Glenn Danzig

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Beautiful people don’t just happen.

- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
(Death: The Final Stage of Growth, 1975)

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credits

released October 31, 2010

Jason Kutchma: vocals, guitar, vaccordion

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Track Name: Radio On (Fest 9-Holiday Inn)
I don't dream anymore or maybe just forget
Or do I turn off that music when angel's dance that duet?
Can I remember the tune? It was so long ago
I turned on the radio but it's lies in disguise
Spies incognito on a transistor radio
I can't connect, it's all static

I live just to give but they take and they break me
Heart full of sorrow, I beg and I borrow
Till my yesterdays become todays
And todays are tomorrows
There's such pain in dreaming, in the failure of attempt
But the sting of disappointment is less than the pain of regret
I won't regret one thing anymore

Turn the Radio On

Goodbye radio
So long radio
I'll take back the radio
It's mine, all mine

Smash the radio and its charlatan hymns
Defining the difference of what is and could've been
We're so alone, such hungry ghosts
Saying sayonara, goodbye, adios
I'm so sick of the cool so sick of the cost
Tired of my heroes always being lost
They can't remember the tune but I do

Turn the Radio On

Scream and shout, let it all out
We can't go back, can't turn back now
All of you cynics, your closing doors
I believed you once but not anymore
To my losers, my dreamers, my in-betweens
Tonight we are legends, we kings and queens
Track Name: Pilgrim (Fest 9-Holiday Inn)
Last year my name struck fear, I was hungry, starving and I ruined careers
They’d say my name and I made them millions
Turf or dirt, the high stakes purse, I was king of the cards filling sports writer’s verse
I was a conqueror!
Glory, it’s freedom or so they taught me but at Honeydew Downs
I saw a hundred doves set free and I thought maybe only the opposite was true
Now the gun will crack and with the snap of a stick
We’ll run and they’ll judge us in quarter mile clips
They’ll say my name, and they’ll say it’s over

I’m at the starting gate while they smoke cigars and sip champagne
I got to play their game from the Derby to the Preakness to the Belmont Stakes, Bye-bye

Busted and broken with saddles on back
They caress our manes and etch our names in plaques
It’s why you’re bred kid but not why you’re born
And losers will be penned and caged, humiliated, then the bolt gun face
It’s a horror, their love for you
Remember the dust we’d kick up in the Western Plains?
We’d run just to run not for some gamblers gain but you got blinders
You’re a slot machine!
You see the low white fence where the hangdogs debrief? Past the evergreens, it’s where we should be
Oh I can see it and I call it destiny!

I’m at the starting gate while they smoke cigars and sip champagne
I got to play their game from the Derby to the Preakness to the Belmont Stakes
Bye-bye and the bravos will fade, they’ll take off the cloth and drop the charade
They won’t cry and they’ll justify saying “All bright lights, fade and flicker and die
Track Name: Used Guitars (Fest 9-Holiday Inn)
I guess this means we’re not on our way.
But the wants that I wanted are the wants that I had yesterday
And there’s a boy looking for a great buy
Just another boy with a dream, he'll be quick to realize:

That we were made, to fail every day
Maybe what we want is just too much to ask
I once reached for stars but now I sell these used guitars
And I wish you all the luck, that I never had

This one's for the songwriter, she left on some business matter
This one’s from a family man who went on to start another
This one’s from a guy who grew up or gave up
They always said what he had to say was silly anyways, he said:

We were made, to fail every day
Maybe what we want is just too much to ask
I once reached for stars but now I sell these used guitars
And I wish you all the luck, that I never had

It was all just a past time anyway, wanting to make you dance
Or was there a fear in what I had to say? Or maybe just circumstance?
Here comes that boy with his great buy
One more boy, one more dream
You're gonna fail every single day
But all the things you need can't be bought here anyway
Reach past my stars and smash all these used guitars
Cause all the luck that you ever had died when you were born

We can’t be everything we wanted to be