As Consolation

by Ward White

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    releases May 30, 2017

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1.
Here's What Happened with Heidi
2.
Crater
3.
Dude
4.
As Consolation
5.
03:37
6.
Hotel
7.
Dog Tags
8.
Parking Lot
9.
Stay Low
10.
Coffee Maker
11.
Which Pain
12.
The Crows
13.
Weekend Porsche

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"Forever an open-minded songwriter, Ward White is a musical chameleon: His decades-spanning career has included forays into psychedelic pop, rock operas, Americana, art rock, baroque pop, and more. He has been likened to Elvis Costello, Wilco, David Bowie, Burt Bacharach, and Todd Rundgren – which is as much a testament to the diversity of his music, as it is to its sheer caliber."
- Atwood Magazine, May 2017
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In his airy, elegant voice, with its tinge of melancholic croon, Ward White is possessed of an otherworldly instrument. On As Consolation, his tenth release, White employs his elastic range to weave plaintive ruminations on the inevitability of change, embracing age, and facing down death - ("a typically morbid writer's toolbox", he says) – through a tapestry of grandiose, hazy pop, impressionist speakeasy improvisation, and the vestigial remnants of Lower East Side rock and roll.

After twenty years writing and performing on the east coast, garnering critical accolades from the likes of The New Yorker, Magnet, and New York Magazine, White decamped to Los Angeles. As Consolation, his first record written and recorded outside the confines of New York City, evinces the heady bleary-eyed disconnect of a stranger in a strange land. “My New York records covered a pretty broad swath over the years, ranging from writ-large cinematic art rock (Ward White Is The Matador), to delicate chamber pop (McGinty & White), to a crypto-entymological opera about mind controlling cockroaches (Bob)” elaborates White. “The sonic palette has been relatively fluid, as well, incorporating string quartet, vintage synths, stacked vocals, but always built around a straightforward rock & roll four piece. You don't necessarily recognize what a profound role the city plays in the sound of a record until you transplant the process. My friends heard As Consolation and immediately pronounced it 'The California Album’". Written during White’s migration to, and resettling on the West Coast, the record feels a little weary, a little wary, and shot-through with just enough cocky skepticism to give the suntanned hippies pause.

Far from his retinue of New York collaborators, White was introduced to multi-instrumentalist/engineer Tyler Chester (Blake Mills, Sara Watkins) whose Paperchaser Studios in the Glassell Park neighborhood of Los Angeles served as home base for tracking and mixing. White assumed his familiar role as producer/arranger, and handled all the vocals, guitars, and bass. Chester played a wide array of keyboards, as well as tracking and mixing the record. “Drummer Mark Stepro and I recorded together in the open room with no click track”, White tells us, “then I took it all home to overdub guitars and bass before bringing it back to Tyler's to finish tracking, and mix. You find out pretty quickly that recording at home in Los Angeles means timing your takes between leaf-blowers and helicopters; In New York, it's the J Train, or that awful band in the practice space next door. At the very end of “Dude”, the guitar mic picked up birds chirping outside my bedroom window. A rare, happy accident.”

Together, this streamlined trio produces an arresting density of sound, crafting a record that pulls the listener at once out of absent-minded reverie. Audacious, compelling, and girded by a fearless creativity, As Consolation is a profoundly nuanced piece of art that disorients even as it enraptures. “I try to create songs that are evocative in detail - in specificity - but are open ended enough for a listener to project their own narrative" says White. “I usually prefer other people's interpretations to my own. I never know how to justify what I do, let alone explain it. Over the years I've learned not to be overly precious about any record I'm currently making; they're all serialized chapters in some shambling story. This record is just the one after the last, and before the next."

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releases May 30, 2017

Written & Produced by Ward White
Recorded & Mixed by Tyler Chester at Paperchaser Studios, Los Angeles
(Additional Recording by Ward White at The Tree House, Los Angeles)
Mastered by Mark Chalecki at Little Red Book Mastering, Los Angeles

Ward White - Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Tyler Chester - Keyboards
Mark Stepro - Drums, Percussion

Album Design by Jim Brown / Officebrown
Photography by Heidi Adams

Copyright 2017 by Ward White, Sutpen's Hundred Music

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Ward White Los Angeles, California

Prolific art-rocker Ward White returns with his tenth album, As Consolation. Employing his signature croon, White's narratives evince the hazy disconnect of a stranger in a strange land. A distinctly cinematic California postcard, As Consolation echoes the melancholy ache of classic Scott Walker, 70's era Bowie, and the heyday of Roxy Music. ... more

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Track Name: Spurs
SPURS

Your spurs are jingling
in a memory of black leather tingling;
Let's find a way to get back there,
and be not afraid

Your bones are crumbling
like the boulders of a mountainside tumbling;
Let's make our way to the ocean,
and be not afraid

of the consequences, and all their paranoid companions
as we snake our way through the canyons
until we bottom out at the sea

My hands stopped quivering
minor seizures that have stopped delivering
messages from just beyond the ether;
We drink afternoons

Gin, Progesterone
and the paralyzing fear that we're alone
makes us almost cling to the humdrum;
The fatted calf's domestic conundrum
Until we bottom out at the sea

(Instrumental Interlude)

...and all their paranoid companions
as we snake our way through the canyons
until we bottom out at the sea

Copyright 2017 by Ward White, Sutpen's Hundred Music