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Mr. Chill

by Dan Wriggins

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I was on top of my shit Except for a year and a half Walking like night of the living dead Notion in my head, naive and wishful Of all things being equal We were just hanging out When we heard about Dave Berman You said you didn’t feel as deep about it as You thought you should have Losing your signal Where all things are equal Little baby, don’t cry There’s so much we haven’t tried The diamond ring doesn’t have to shine It’s a new scene every time Between you and other people All things being equal Between you and other people Nothing’s ever equal
2.
Season 03:15
Crushed dixie cup Pushed your luck Rolling the shade up Holding your breath Buds peaking out Of the black cherry boughs Careful you don’t burn ‘em down With your stare of death How to hang on to the love you get And how to make it stretch How to keep doing the things you should How to hang on to feeling good Crushed dixie cup All used up You trust your gut And your gut lies Pink turning brown On the black cherry boughs Falling to the ground What could that possibly symbolize? Baby, it’s not enough being right You’ve got to prove it all your life How to hang on to the love you get And how to make it stretch How to keep doing the things you should How to hang on to the days you felt good
3.
You rolled up to my life On your bulldozer Reducing everything in sight Including me to rubble You turned me on to a whole lot Way more than I could handle Now I’m hightailing it back To my comfort zone Do you remember showing me L’Eclisse? I was hazy on the theme Now I’m piecing it together Reading my favorite books again Louise Bogan Just need one or two friends And a clean apartment There’s a circle around me Closing every minute But as far as I can see Baby, you’re the limit I guess one of these days I should expand my horizons But while I’m healing up Let me stick with what I know Lucinda on june bugs Prince on crying doves Read my salty lips No new love
4.
Everything’s a clue To a green detective I’ve been glomming on To every new perspective Yellow bricks On a noisy street Lay the mortar thick And all the edges bleed Well it don’t belong to me Much as I hate to admit it, baby Beautiful town I’ve been living in Walking up and down Find it, lose it again What is it like On your end today Clouds in the sky Uniquely arranged Well it don’t belong to me It could never belong to you or me Much as I hate to admit it, baby Yellow bricks On a noisy street Walking up and down All the edges bleed
5.
Mr. Chill 03:01
Between now and quitting time Between then and six A.M. Catch me climbing out Of a deep, deep pit Hanging on by a threat That could be cut in an instant Folks come around and lower buckets What can a poor kid do to keep busy? Because I still want to love this little world I didn’t realize I was hanging out with Mr. Chill You be real with me and I’ll be real with you I’ve been picking up heavy things And putting them down Relying on the kindness of strangers Heading out to the bountiful fields And coming back empty-handed Back at my place you’ll find A room full of buckets What can a poor kid do to keep busy? Because i still need to love this little world I can tell you stuff I can’t tell anyone else Because you don’t threaten to help I can tell you stuff I can’t tell anyone else Because you don’t threaten to help

about

Dan Wriggins is a Philadelphia-based songwriter, musician, and poet. He grew up in the town of Yarmouth, Maine, and on Islesford, a small island community near Bar Harbor. In high school, he started playing piano and guitar, and met bandmates Michael Cormier and Peter Gill. He worked on lobster fishing boats before moving to Philadelphia and starting the alt-country band Friendship in 2015, with whom he has toured the US and Canada extensively. He lives and sometimes tours with his dog, Roy.

The EP “Mr. Chill” is Wriggins’ debut release under his own name. Michael Cormier’s minimal production is an open frame; quiet drums in a big room, classical guitar, and melodic organ lift Wriggins’ prose-poem lyrics. His solemn, wounded delivery makes lines like “you trust your gut/and your gut lies” and “read my salty lips/no new love” into deadly serious jokes. Title notwithstanding, “Mr. Chill” isn’t great background music - it’s rich and powerful, demanding attention as a profoundly moving and original work.

Wriggins explains:

"I recorded 14 songs with Brad Krieger at his beautiful studio in Lincoln, RI in October. Mike Cormier played everything but guitar, and some pizzicato plucks on “Yellow Bricks,” courtesy of brilliant pilgrim Lina Tullgren. I didn’t want any bass, so Mike found a humongous kick drum. The five songs that make up “Mr. Chill” hung together best, so I made an EP. The songs are fragmentary. Scenes and images come from memories, dreams, friends, books, lullabies, tv shows, etc. I wanted it to sound, as usual, like Kath Bloom or Vic Chesnutt. Mike was thinking of Glen Campbell. I’ve gotten “hey man, your music is so chill” a lot, and I’m like what the fuck??? I thought it was DIRE.

I wrote the song “Mr. Chill” while working for an arborist/tree care company in the Philly suburbs. The hours were long and strenuous, and like most of my friends, I was balancing full time work with writing music and playing shows. That’s where the clock-punching lyrics come from. This was a couple years ago, and I am only realizing now that “Mr. Chill” might be a Christmas song. It also reminds me of the Disney ride “It’s a Small World.” It’s the only song I’ve written so far that does not rhyme.”

credits

released March 12, 2021

Michael Cormier- drums, hammond, piano
Lina Tullgren- violin
Dan Wriggins- vox, guitar, piano
all songs by Dan Wriggins (BMI)
produced by Michael Cormier and Dan Wriggins
recorded and mixed by Brad Krieger at Big Nice Studio in Lincoln, RI
mastered by Patrick Klem
art by Kalina Winters
layout by Jon Samuels
special thanks: Owen Ashworth, Lucas Knapp, John Sciortino

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