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Live to 2​-​Track DAT (early solo)

by Val Holler

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1.
Shadyside 06:57
It's a hot and blistery one today In the market and the square A naked wheelchair - try not to stare The acrobats and cool cats play Just a stroll from old Broadway A lone guitar sitting off the fray Down by the rasta football lovin' blood Just a simple pud like Billy Budd He journeys into his own way Just a stroll from old Broadway Just a stroll from old Broadway Get down for a ride Take me back to Shadyside The run is full of sweaty dogs at bay A social circle at its best. Some incense, yoga, books from old East-West Helps me to sing what I can't say Just a stroll from old Broadway Just a stroll from old Broadway Get down for a ride She takes me back to Shadyside Get down for a ride My heart goes back to Shadyside
2.
Holy Mirror 05:07
When you look into the mirror Remember to be gentle with an old friend Blank page really getting you down It gives right back only what you were The novel of man is a stroll down the highway Reflects the blue of the skies then the mud underfoot There are two ways of spreading the light First be a candle lit - second reflect the one When you look into the holy mirror Everything becomes a little bit clearer Hush my darling, lie still and slumber Heavenly angels guard thy bed And the sabbath bell rings so ever slowly In the pebble of those timeless streams. When you look into the holy mirror Everything becomes a little bit clearer Got myself a new home on the hill My bluebonnets grow in a planter of clouds Love to sit and write until the dawn Leaving one sheet blank to soak up the sun Never thought I'd have a proper abode A familiar tune was always enough for me Now the looking glass lines the ceiling and walls And I hardly, hardly ever forget who I am at all When you look into the holy mirror Everything becomes a little bit clearer When you look into the holy mirror Everything become a little bit clearer See the holes in the mirror Check the holy holes in the mirror Got my eye trained on the mirror
3.
Copper Blue 04:27
So they've finished their last set it seems The jazzmen pack up their notes and throw away the key And our carafe of house Loire is getting thin And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck Such a sweet bouquet embracing me Embracing your two lips pleasant in drink and talk About all that film noir and the back seat of a car And our waitress speaking broken English says it's time to go And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck Such a sweet bouquet embracing me Embracing your tulips leaving red upon the cloth It's time to pay our way, the night is calling us Back to the Old Town Into the midnight sun. And all the nightshade flowers on the lane And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck Such a sweet bouquet embracing me And every cent that I find in the street Reminds me of you
4.
Ol' 69 04:39
I like my salvation kind of easy, kind of cool. My dancing temptation waltzes matilda out by the pool. Them crazy old magpies just don't understand my quiet delight They take so much pleasure in razzing each other, come day and come night The winding staircase up the stony tower A flower power I sit around thinking bout all the kings horses and all the kings whores I'm just a salesman peddling dustpans and such door-to-door My clock is ticking, her clock is stopped Oh, what a mess I'd wind her back up, but you know, she wont let me take off her dress The winding staircase up the stony tower A flower power The weathervanes in my body, well, they never lie Just pushing, and pushing, and pushing blood back to my heart in the sky The winding staircase up the stony tower A flower power I like my salvation kind of easy, kind of cool
5.
Wading through the water A refugee upon the border His mother said cross into the land of dreams Can it be the grass' other side? In the clear, blue, easy The forces draw upon the membrane Walls protect the one-eyed unborn queen A thousand hopeful messengers winding through the maze Swimming after ecstasy - dream the hero's dream In the clear, blue, easy A twinkle in your eye, A sigh Guided by fate's slip hand A gentle touch excites the fertile land The selfless are selfish and the selfish forget Bear in mind how to spring the coil In the clear, blue, easy A twinkle in her eye, A sigh
6.
Once upon a little lovely time In a remarkably uncharted town Lives a poker-faced old troubadour Can't say I've ever seen him frown The children come a listen after school Sit indian-legged there upon the grass He sings a tune about a weathered farm And a love that came to pass And a love that came to pass Sounds kinda like a story My grandma told me years ago Way back when the old troubadour He graced the stage with many a name Bought some threads and learned to party hard He blew a kiss to every dame He blew a kiss to every dame Sounds kind of like a story My granddad told me years ago Dinner bell rings, The children run on home He packs his pipe to have a quiet smoke The troubadour, he's done singing songs for now He ponders on the cosmic joke He ponders on the cosmic joke Sounds kind of like a story My grandma told me years ago
7.
Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true Wind blows echoes of grapes and sweat The essence of you An old memoir in the carefree noir In the sight you are Like the billowed sails on a moving boat Carress the skin of open sky Handed down and revitalized Ancient butterfly Hear the delicate song Sitting by the harbor, how we looked upon the endless blue Later tea by the mountain side The essence of you An old memoir in the carefree noir In the sight you are Where have all the wondrous wind-players gone? I hardly hear them anymore Beyond the harbor in the hills, a key To an ancient door Hear the delicate song Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true Thinking of the open road The essence of you

about

In the Summer of 1996, Val Holler had just returned to New York City from the west coast of the United States, playing solo shows in Los Angeles and Seattle. In August of 1996 he recorded 7 songs live to a 2-track DAT in a studio near Union Square that belonged to multi-media visual artist Peter Ungerleider (1947-1997).

These recordings were previously unreleased, and are an example of the solo shows that Holler was doing mostly around lower Manhattan at clubs like The Cottonwood Cafe on Bleecker Street, Hotel Galvez on Avenue B, The Living Room on Allen Street and Sin-é on St. Mark's before his band formed in the East Village of New York City in 1997.


Some testimonials from Val Holler collaborators during that time:

“The Cottonwood Cafe (where Val Holler performed regularly on Bleecker Street, NYC) was a typical West Village space, narrow, brick walls, which allowed a good musician to fill up the space. I remember watching you play one song in particular that made it clear your future was going to be in music.. I was working for an installation/projections artist at the time and he let me use his studio space for outside projects on occasion. His name was Peter Ungerleider, whose breadth and depth of knowledge, gear, and how to use it never ceased to astound me. He didn't have a recording studio, but his projection space had great acoustics and he had a DAT machine and good mics so it seemed like a natural place to record some songs. I was familiar with film and video but you pretty much set up the recordings -- I think I just had to press "play" on the DAT machine. 



The gentrification of the East Village was just getting started, the squatters were being either kicked out, or in a few cases -- given the proper keys to their buildings. There was still a do it yourself punk ethic in the air, you could still live an artist's life and get by on an artist's budget back then. I remember visiting you at a more proper recording studio with some new songs less than a year later. I was dating Annie Britton (who took the cover photograph) at the time. She moved to Washington State in 1998 and never returned to NYC. She took a nice of photo! That was fantastic time in a lot of ways, with many worlds colliding. Happy that ours did.”

- Josh Carter, recording engineer, longtime Rachel Ray producer.

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“The NYC music scene in the mid to late 90's was doing quite well as compared to the kinda war torn 1970's and 80's (when I grew up in Brooklyn), when getting on a train after 8pm meant running the risk of literally getting murdered.  The mayor at the time was Rudy Giuliani and he vowed to clean up NYC starting with the squeegee men and hobos shipping them off who knows where. As part of his campaign to bring NYC back he cut sweetheart deals with movie studios to film on the streets along with various businesses, which included the literal birth of the 1st Dot Com wave. NYC was flush with cash so the live music scene was also doing quite well. There were tons of places to play! (as opposed to now).



The music business was also doing very well with record companies highly profitable from the repackaging of old catalogue super hits onto the still newish CDs (with their amazing sound quality! ha ha ha). Also grunge hadn't died yet (although it was on it's way out) and hip hop with Notorious BIG and Tupac were doing quite well (although they were dead too, but hip hop was here to stay).



Monkey Boy Studios on 47 Murray st. was an interesting building. Located in lower Tribeca it was only 3 blocks north of the World Trade Center. It was a 5 floor loft style building built in the late 1860's in the same style that were quite popular in Soho. Every floor had a music studio. On the 2nd floor was "The off Wall Street Jam" which was like a club for Wall street employees who would come after work and jam on cover songs with other like-minded musicians (one of my favorite bands was "The Rolling Bones”).  Monkey Boy Studios was on the 3rd floor. The Iconic noise band Sonic Youth was on the 4th floor. Sonic Youth guested on almost every record I recorded on 47 Murray (I'm sure they made an appearance on your record) they were LOUD!!!!!  And on the 5th floor was a music studio and management company called Velour music.



I remember you were one of my 1st few clients. I was in a very "experimental" stage in my life and I remember trying all kinds of crazy shit.  i recall on one occasion that i had you sing into a vacuum hose (“Solitude for Two” on Versicle, 1998). We recorded your record on 1" analog tape which was standard at the time. Digital recording was till in its infancy so analog was still king. That would end by the early 2000's although I still kept my tape deck for years preferring the punchy tone of tape, then bouncing it into Pro Tools. A practice that is still done to this day….”



- Brad Albetta, producer of 1998's Versicle album

credits

released February 9, 2024

Val Holler: vocals and acoustic guitar, mix and master engineer
Josh Carter: recording engineer
Annie Britton: cover photography - location: Trinity Church, 89 Broadway, New York City

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Val Holler Nashville, Tennessee

Val Holler is a singer-songwriter who has performed and released music mainly from the mid-1990s to mid-2000s, while based primarily in New York City, Los Angeles and Berlin, Germany.

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