JEFF ROSENSTOCK

POST-

Jeff Rosenstock was an anxious kid who grew into an anxious adult and has also made a bunch of music along the way with a bunch of bands, most notably Bomb the Music Industry! who apparently pioneered giving shit away for free on the internet - or at least got some of the credit for it. Now he plays with his bi-coastal band of rad musicians, mixing punk heart with diverse instrumentation and occasional accuracy. The new record POST- was written in a snowy mountain dreamscape, recorded in a marathon session and finished moments before it was released on New Year's Day. Most of it (like totally 51% minimum) was recorded live to tape, making the record a fiery distillation of Rosenstock's high energy live shows that push the boundaries of dynamics in rock music. I hope. I don't know, that's what I was going for at least. click here to buy this record from Polyvinyl!

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1. USA

2. Yr Throat

3. All This Useless Energy

4. Powerlessness

5. TV Stars

6. Melba

7. Beating My Head Against A Wall

8. 9/10

9. Let Them Win

JOHN DEDOMENICI - BASS

JEFF ROSENSTOCK - VOCALS, GUITAR, KEYS, ETC.

MIKE HUGUENOR - GUITAR

KEVIN HIGUCHI - DRUMS

DAN POTTHAST - LAP STEEL CHRIS FARREN - VOCALS ON "USA", "TV STARS" AND "LET THEM WIN"

LAURA STEVENSON - VOCALS ON "USA", "TV STARS", "9/10" AND "LET THEM WIN" INT’L VOX & CLAPCO: GILBERT ARMENDARIZ, ANGELINA BANDA, SIM CASTRO, LAURA HAMMOND, JULIA LOAN, PUP, NEAL SHARMA, SHANNON TOOMBS RECORDED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY JACK SHIRLEY

PHOTOS BY HIRO TANAKA I wrote the songs and the liner notes. And did the layout. This is Jeff. This record was recorded and mixed from November 28th - December 5th 2017 by Jack Shirley at the Atomic Garden in East Palo Alto, CA. a few days later, he MIXED IT SOME MORE AND mastered it. Jack makes great records, is affordable and you should make records with him. Thanks, Jack! We rehearsed from November 24th - 27th at District Recording in San Jose, CA. That studio is also affordable and Ryan Perras makes cool shit there too. Thanks Ryan and also Ace Kimura for letting us make the loud loud noises. Thanks Mikah at Starving Musician for helping us get our percussion stuff sorted. Thank you Dan Potthast, Shannon Toombs, and Skylar & Joa Suorez for giving me and John homes to sleep in while making this record. Thank you Lauren Brief for sending positive vibes at us all day long while recording. Additional recording happened at Quote Unquote Records, Brooklyn, NY in April 2017 and alone in the mountains of East Durham, NY in January 2017. THE LATTER is also where a significant amount of the record was written. Kara Zuaro and Pete D’Angelo, I can’t thank you enough for sharing your double wide trailer with me, it was snowy and magical. ADDITIONAL Additional recording by Nestor Chumak, Chris Farren and Laura Stevenson at their respective homes in December 2017. Thank you so much for being part of this record y’all. To the wonderful people at SideOneDummy, thank you for taking a chance on me when no one else would. Love you very very very very much. A lot of the best things our band experienced in the last two years would not have happened without the tireless work and guidance of Jamie Coletta. It’s hard to put it all into words, thanks for believin’ in me more than I do, bud. The photos in this record were taken while touring off our last record, WORRY. Over the last two and a half years, Hiro Tanaka often joined us on tour to hang out and take pictures. Thanks for being so much fun and keeping us smiling, Hiro! Gomena! Thanks to the usual batch of friends who help with things I am inept with - Tom Kelly setting up guitars, Rick Johnson, Jake Katz, Justin Yates for doing sound at the big scary things. To everyone I forgot, I suck, I'm sorry. To Katie Ellen, Hard Girls, Rozwell Kid, Menzingers Fam, Summers, Still Ill, Doe, Lurmin Silverton, Foley, Jess Locke Fam & Greg Bower, it was a pleasure to share the planet with you over the last year or so. Thanks Chris Farren & Gethard! Thank you Modern Baseball for lending us your van, and Sorority Noise for the trailer. To our friends in North America, thanks for spending your nights and breakfasts with us when we pass through town. Sara & Raph, Irene, Till, Iona Cairns & Nina & Allen as well, LouisE, Francis & Paul, Beeeeez, Matty Boo & Lanah too, Marnie & Gibbo and our wonderful giant Melbourne F A M I L Y that would take up three more lines - do you know what it feels like to be on the other side of the planet, sometimes where you can’t understand anything anyone is saying and feel like you’re at home and you can just kinda wander around like you live there ‘cause you’re with your buds? It feels awesome that’s how it feels!!! Thanks for the feeling!!! AJJ, Smithies Fam, PUP Fam, Camp Cope, Bennies, Sidekicks, Worriers, Tiny Moving Parts, Dan Andriano, Kitty Kat Fan Club - so proud to be your pals, you all make such killer music. Thanks Polyvinyl for taking on this record even though we didn’t really know each other and i wanted to release it for free with no announcement, on a holiday when no press people are working. And even though you couldn’t hear it until the day it was due to be sent to the record plant, for vinyl that would be released three months after the album was released digitally. for free. FYI at no point did POLYVINYL try to change my mind, say that what I was doing was stupid or a bad idea or any shit like that. That’s fucking tight. Andrew and Kay at Specialist Subject and Moorwoorks Records! THANKS FOR TAKING THIS SHIT WORLDWIDE BAYYYYYBEEEEEE yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Right before making this album I was lucky enough to go on a tour of Hawaii, Japan and Korea with The Bruce Lee Band. Thanks Mike Park for teaching me at a young age via Asian Man Records that making music does not have to mean financially exploiting anyone. For treating me like family and taking me to places I never thought I’d ever see playing in a ska band. GOCHI! Thanks BLB for being the best damn band of all time. Thanks to Johnny, Chris, Melaina, my new Hawaiian buds, Kemuri Fam, Skasucks and Jeff & Trash Yang Moses. Yo! Jason Klein at Fender and Tim Dove at Ernie Ball! it was super sick to swing by and peek behind the curtain that one time. Thanks for hooking us up with free & cheap stuff that we like a lot. Ben at Vic Firth, Shirlene and Christian at Sabian, John at Pearl, Alex at Orange, Peter at Quilter - same goes to you!!! It’s very nice of you to treat us so well!!! YES!!! Thanks to all of our families, our partners and our friends for being supportive of our transient lifestyle of trash snacks, garbage toilets and spontaneous beauty. Especially enormous thanks to everyone who has listened to and supported our music. Listeners? Audience? Fans? I never know the right word. We’re all just people doing our own shit hoping not to fuck it up, right? Anyway, vocabulary aside, thanks for giving us the opportunity to do the dreams we had when we were kids. Fuck the NRA.

For Weezy, Tequila and Rocky.

See ya in the giggle pit.



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USA

Dumbfounded, downtrodden and dejected.

Crestfallen, grief-stricken and exhausted.

Trapped in my room while the house was burnin’

to the motherfuckin’ ground.



I saw the sign but it was misleading.

I fought the law, but the law was cheating.

Screaming for help, but somebody keeps on

telling me to settle down.

Please be honest, tell me was it you?



Clerk at the midwestern service station

Striped uniform, giggling at catch phrases

look in her eyes we’re up to something

oh, it doesn’t matter now.



Man in a crossover with his family

sketched in decals on the window smiling

driving parallel in the lane beside me

oh, it doesn’t matter now

but please be honest

tell me was it you?

I won’t hate you

I just need to know.

Please be honest.

Tell me was it you?



At first he thought it was the undertow

but he was dragged to the bottom of the lake

by a couple of kids saying, “it’s a joke”

though he didn’t know any of their names.

As they held him down, the crowd got loud

and they cheered when they thought he had escaped.

When the anchor needed something for the 10 o’clock,

What could they say?

Oh what else could they say?



They said,

“Well, you promised us the stars

and now we’re tired and bored.”



YR THROAT

I can’t find any way

I can’t find any way to relax

I can’t do anything

I can’t do anything of impact

I emptied out my brain

In hopes that I would have some success

Finding some clarity

But I just made a mess

What’s the point of having a voice?

What’s the point of having a voice

when it gets stuck inside your throat?



I’ll ramble incessantly

On pointless rattlings in my head

First person shooter games

Guitar tones, ELO arrangements

The differences in an MP3

and a vinyl record that you can hear!

But when it means something,

I always disappear.

What’s the point of having a voice?

What’s the point of having a voice

when it gets stuck inside your throat?

When it gets stuck inside your throat?

When it gets stuck inside your throat?



After the contest I saw my neighbors

Line up the shots and say to each other,

“There’s nothing left we can do right now.”



After the tape leaked

I searched for answers.

Accountability.

All I discovered gave me

Fever sweats from the inside out

It made me cold from the inside out.

It’s not like any other job I know.

If you’re a piece of shit they don’t let you go.

If you’re a piece of shit they don’t let you go.

If you’re a piece of shit they don’t let you go.



ALL THIS USELESS ENERGY

Darkness holds

Begging me to lose control

We wrestle it back and forth ‘til urban silence

Cuts through night

With a scalpel for the light

that bleeds through the margins

and leaves me semi-conscious.



I haven’t found the rhythm yet

to anchor down my life.

I didn’t know I needed one

to hold me through the night.



Ain’t it great,

smashing through the interstate

where we guess the futures of

our concurrent strangers?

They’re on their way to the doctor or to raise

Grandkids of young twenty-somethings

and teenagers.



I’m worried of abandoning

The joys that framed my life

But all this useless energy

Won’t hold me through the night.



Oh please,

you’re not fooling anyone

when you say you tried your best

‘cause you can’t be your best anything

when you can’t get any rest.



Oh please,

you’re not fooling anyone

when you say you tried your best

‘cause you can’t be your best anything

when you can’t get any rest.



I’m worried of abandoning

The joys that framed my life

But all this useless energy

Won’t hold me through the night.

Won’t hold me through the night.

Won’t hold me through

Won’t hold me through the night.



POWERLESSNESS

This just dawned on me:

I haven’t spoken to another person in a week.

I’ve been sitting silently,

telling myself I need time to think.

I met you at the coffeeshop,

we marched on the interstate and blocked the cops.

The echoes of the flash grenades

Rang in our ears as we moved along.



I called it “positivity,”

and congratulated myself on a job well done.

But after a couple of days

the fire that I thought would burn it down was gone.

Meet me at the Polish bar

I’ll be the one staring at my phone,

shaking like a nervous kid,

absolutely terrified of being alone.



So where can you go when the troubles inside you

Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?

How can you solve all the problems around you

When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?

I need you right now

I need you right now

Before I feel totally dead.



This just dawned on me:

I haven’t spoken to another person in a month.

Well, small talk, OBVIOUSLY,

but nothing beyond barely catching up.

I have lots of things to say,

but they’re gonna sound dumb dumb dumb.

I have lots of things to say,

but I’m just an idiot.



So where can you go when the troubles inside you

Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?

How can you solve all the problems around you

When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?

I need you right now

I need you right now

Before I feel totally dead.



Shriek into the toxic well

Where everybody’s screaming for themselves

and leaves no space to process feeling lost.

These overwhelming distractions

lead to powerlessness

and I feel to weak to walk it off.



Meet me at the Polish bar,

I’ll be the one staring at my phone,

shaking like a nervous kid,

totally terrified of being alone.



So where can you go when the troubles inside you

Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?

How can you solve all the problems around you

When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?

I need you right now

I need you right now

Before I feel totally dead.

[ghost noises]



TV STARS

I can’t play piano all that well.

Like, I’m fine,

I can get away with it

If I’m acting like I’m drunk on stage

and you’re shocked that I’m playing anything,

I’ll get away with it.

I’ll get away with it, ooh.



I can’t see you in another’s arms

Like, it’s cool,

I just can’t imagine it.

Would you fall asleep to different shows

Than the ones that we drift away with?

I couldn’t dream of it.

I couldn’t dream of it.



TV stars don’t care about who you are.

TV stars don’t care about who you are.



It’s like somebody traded out my skin

For something I could never feel good in

And told me “suck it up, get used to it,

breathe in, repeat it.”



It’s like somebody traded out my skin

For something I could never feel good in

And told me, “suck it up, get used to it.”

To breathe and repeat it

Instead of listening.



TV stars don’t care about who you are.

TV stars don’t care about who you are.

Don’t care about who.

Don’t care about who you are.



I can’t spend another night alone

‘Cause the echoes are too distracting

Getting high and diving into holes

‘Til I can’t even dream of sleeping

and getting away from it,

getting away from it,

ooh.



MELBA

After the storm breaks,

fluorescence radiates

off skin overflowing with underexposure.



This was a shit day.

Can’t power through the haze,

I’m tired of waiting for it to be over.



Let’s go back to Melbourne.

We can start over because

Mistakes get forgotten

Dreams can be remembered.



After your heart breaks,

ears ring and colors fade

and everyone smiling feels like an intruder



And you’re drawn

to the word that came out wrong

as if all along you weren’t ignoring the truth:

you’re a loser.



Let’s go back to Melbourne.

We can start over because

Mistakes get forgotten

Dreams can be remembered.



So go on.

Listen to some stupid song

and pretend to sing along,

and try remembering

what I’d think was smart when I was young,

Where my memory makes me strong

But the record shows me dumb

and breaking everything.

Oh, I paid the price for being wrong.

I’m alone in this mess and a blizzard’s coming on.

I’m alone in this mess and a blizzard’s coming on.



Go back to Melbourne.

We can start over.

Mistakes get forgotten.

Dreams get remembered.



BEATING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL

Talk talk talk talk talking to you but

You don’t wanna hear me speak.

I’m try try try try trying to give you

The courtesy of listening.



Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.

Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.



I know know know know know in my heart that

All I wanna see is peace

But I I I I I wanna fight you

With every little bit of me.



Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.

Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.



Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.

Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.

Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.

Beat beat beat beat beat

Beating my head against a wall.



9/10

Every night you go to bed,

you wake up just a little more in pain.

Every time you’re dressing for a sunny day,

The clouds surprise you with rain.

Every cigarette you smoke

‘cause you’re addicted to a quiet source of company.

Every time you told ‘em you were busy

‘cause you’d rather go to sleep.



9 times out of 10 I’ll be stoned on the subway

Reading backlit directives of what I should do

Dodging eye contact with anyone who looks my way.

9 times out of 10 I’ll be thinking of you.



Every little victory don’t matter

if nobody seems to care.

Winning ten bucks on a scratch-off lotto ticket.

The keys you thought disappeared.

Every vacant moment you’ve exhausted all the options

that you thought could fill the hole.

Every star you’re wishing on

just hoping for a little self-control.

Tired of feeling selfish.

Tired of feeling restless.

Tired of feeling down.



9 times out of 10 I’ll be stoned on the subway

Reading backlit directives of what I should do

Dodging eye contact with anyone who looks my way.

9 times out of 10 I’ll be thinking of you.



I’m so out of place when I can’t be with you.

If I don’t see your face It’s almost like I missed you.

Don’t see your face, it’s almost like I missed you.

It’s almost like I miss you.



LET THEM WIN

They can kick us in the knees.

They can push us in the trees again.

They can roll their eyes.

They can criticize, oh yeah.



They can hang us out to dry.

They can profit from their lies.

They can shake our souls.

They can send us home again.



We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.

We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.



They can make us feel afraid

and try to turn it into hate, oh yeah.

They can steal our slice

For the hundredth time

Judge us when we cry

And never empathize

With anyone but themselves.



We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.

We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.



They’re not gonna win

They’re not gonna win

Again

Again

Again

Again



They can sic us on each other

To displace our power,

But it won’t happen again.

Not again.

Not again.

Not again.



They’re not gonna win

They’re not gonna win

Again

Again

Again

Again



We’re not gonna let them win

We’re not gonna let them win

Fuck no.

