Katye Kellye and the Interruption

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About Sophomore Slump...

Liner Notes, Lyrics, Credits & Thank Yous

Fish gotta swim, bats gotta fly, creatives gotta create...all true stories.

So what are you going to do when you are faced with the arguably greatest risk to your existence in your entire life, and your raison d'etre has been put on hold for an unknown period of time? Accelerate the timeline for your second album, of course. Largely planned and arranged on Zoom, recorded in shifts in a socially-distanced way, and released into the void with no concrete plans to support it with live shows, now comes "Sophomore Slump", the second album from Katye Kellye and The Interruption.

Winner of the 2021 Winter World Songwriting Award and nominated for multiple international music awards, people are listening, and seem to like it:

"Here's another...must-hear from a New Jersey crew who cover the musical waterfront, pin-balling between new wave, Celtic Punk, girl-group pop, gypsy rock, and plenty more..." - Darryl Sheridan, The Tinnitist blog

"I must confess I am a huge fan of this rock style...and I was convinced nobody was doing this anymore. This is just extremely awesome. You guys deserve praise...What a BADASS band!" - CoMusic

"Stop The Clock! Best song I've listened to in 2021, hands down!" Eric Alper, 360: The Best Indie Music, Sirius XM Radio

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About Late Bloomer...

Liner Notes, Lyrics, Credits & Thank Yous

PARDON THE INTERRUPTION …

Pop and rock music is a young person’s game. That’s, for better or worse, a fact.

But ask yourself: why, exactly, should this be? Is it written somewhere as some sort of universal law?

(Answer: it isn’t.)

So: here to interrupt this fact, knock it over, spray-paint it, set it on fire, kick it to the curb and challenge assumptions is Katye Kellye.

Think carefully about the following: how many first albums of entirely new music (no covers!) with both lyrics and music written solely by the artist have ever been released by a woman in her mid – 50s?

(Answer: until now, none.)

Katye Kellye has created twelve songs that collectively serve as a love letter to the music of her lifetime (using song ideas that in some cases go back decades) while at the same time putting her own unique stamp on the proceedings. Here you will find rock and roll past, rock and roll present and — really and truly, and with all due respect to the birthday boy referenced in the title of Track 12 —a path to rock and roll future.

Now is her time to rise. Hear her now. And enjoy.

Paul Friend

Asbury Park, NJ

February, 2020

Credits

Executive Producer: Paul Friend

Producer: Evan Rudenjak

Lead Vocals: Katye Kellye

Guitars: Zac Silva, Chris Seaman,Ray Suhy

Bass Guitar: Rob Tanico, Tom Warren

Percussion: Eric Novod, Ben Marino, Mike Linardi, Paul Friend

Keyboards: Mark Masefield, Roshane Karunaratne

Saxaphone: Bryan Ernest Haring

Harmonica: Richard Stern

Backing Vocals: Gen Evieve, Mary Pranzatelli Gray, Jose Loo, Paul Friend, Richard Stern, Katye Kellye

Tracking Engineers: Evan Rudenjak, Connor Hansen, Nick Semanchik, Eric Bennett

Mixing Engineers: Tim Panella, Evan Rudenjak

Music & Lyrics: Kelli Rosenthal

Arrangements: Evan Rudenjak, Bryan Ernest Haring, Alicia Testa

Recording: Lakehouse Recording Studios, Asbury Park, NJ

Thanks so much to the best musicians and crew anywhere! I think they can hear us now. - KK

Museum of Feelings

Our love was supersonic -

Flying around the world in 40 hours or so;

Our love was like a tonic-

Like something heady full of snake oil from a medicine show…

Our love was so dramatic -

should have Tony awards and a Sondheim score;

Our love was operatic-

We had all the highs and lows of La Scala for sure…

…But that’s before I found out

All the things you did that would send me reeling,

You put your love into doubt,

So I locked it all up in the Museum of Feelings...

Our love was Instamatic,

Captured for posterity in silver gicleé;

Our love was so chromatic,

Warhol would’ve painted us in quadruple display…

Our love was so romantic, and

The best ones to describe it would be Byron or Keats;

Our love was so gigantic,

Vaster than the biggest brontosaurus’s feet...

But you had to go and ruin it by

playing Tarzan with some other Jane.

Now I’m keeping up appearances, don’t even bother to explain…

Our love’s now so poetic,

Sylvia Plath would’ve said it’s a gas;

Our love’s now so atomic,

Einstein would’ve said we’re nearing critical mass…

Our love is now so tragic,

Shakespeare could’ve captured it in 5 acts for sure;

Our love’s now gone by magic,

‘cause you sawed me in half and left me down on the floor…

…and that’s because I found out

All the things you did that would send me reeling,

You put your love into doubt,

So I locked it all up in the Museum of Feelings..

Our love was…

(Our love was…)

Our love was…

(Our love was…)

Our love was…

(Our love was…)

Our love was…

(Our love was…)

Faint background vocal of “feelings..nothing more than feelings” behind “our love was”

Unoriginal Sins

I can’t walk on water

I can’t bring back the dead

I can’t undo the wrongs I’ve done,

I can’t take back what I’ve said.

In your eyes, I’ll never go to sleep

And somehow wake up blessed.

Watch me walk away now

-I think it’s for the best.

I can’t un-go where I’ve already been

I won’t beg for forgiveness for unoriginal sins.

Don’t drown in the water that’s gone under the bridge.

That’s where the riptides’ gonna pull you in.

I can’t un-fuck old lovers

I can’t rewrite history

I can’t sing a different song,

I can’t change what you think of me

Before you go invent yourself

a past suspiciously pristine,

Why not take a moment

to make sure your hands are clean?

I can’t un-go where I’ve already been

I won’t beg for forgiveness for unoriginal sins.

Don’t drown in the water that’s gone under the bridge.

That’s where the riptides’ gonna pull you in.

If my past is all that you can see

We can never make new history.

I can’t unburn the ashes

I can’t send snow back to the clouds

I can’t restore the silence

once I’ve screamed something out loud,

Don’t say you don’t remember

as you revise your narrative.

Truth is absolute

and not what you want to believe.

I can’t un-go where I’ve already been

I won’t beg for forgiveness for unoriginal sins.

Don’t drown in the water that’s gone under the bridge.

That’s where the riptides’ gonna pull you in.

That’s where the riptides’ gonna pull you in X2

Music and Lyrics: K. Rosenthal

Arr: E. RudenJak

(W)hole

Fame is rarely an immaculate conception,

I’ve done a lot of things I didn’t want to do.

Chose compromised positions over rejection;

now I wear my shame like a broken–heeled shoe.

They said I have talent from heaven above,

The sky was the limit in the backs of their cars.

Looking back, honey, quid pro quo isn’t love,

But they said, in their hands, they would make me a star.

It gets hot in the lights on the stage every night

but it can get really dark in your soul.

I try to be greater than the sum of my parts,

but I know that I’ll never be whole.

At first they flatter and then they dissect,

Keep you so wasted you don’t know where you’ve been.

They’re your Svengali, give you a lot to correct,

Never a moment secure in your own skin.

It don’t even sound like my song anymore,

I don’t know who’s staring me back in the mirror.

It’s all image that you buy in the store,

If they ain’t buying I’ll be gone in a year.

It wasn’t overnight, or even a year;

Choice was an illusion, my options few.

Built walls ‘tween my lover and those I hold dear,

You will never convince me that nobody knew.

Leather couch sticking to the back of my thighs

keeping my mouth shut ’til the deal was through

Now there’s something dead in back of my eyes

I hitched myself to a star that I didn’t choose.

It gets hot in the lights on the way stage every night

but it can get really dark in your soul.

I try to be greater than the sum of my parts,

but I know that I’ll never be whole.

I know that I’ll never be whole.

Yeah, I know that I’ll never be whole.

I know that I’ll never, never never be whole.

Arr. A. Testa/E. Rudenjak, B. Ernest Haring

Rose-colored Glasses

I found a crack in my rose colored glasses

And It gave me a glimpse of reality.

Now is the time to stop kissing asses

And lay claim to the things that belong to me.

I got real tired of looking over my shoulder,

Waiting for that second shoe to fall.

Now is the time to be a little bit bolder,

Won’t apologize a bit for not being small.

I’ve had it up to here asking for permission -

time you give up expecting my submission.

Not losing any sleep if you’re not my biggest fan -

I am who

I am.

It’s not your right to grant me space in the world,

Nix the well-intentioned comments - don’t be a squirrel.

I simply want an uncomplicated life,

I don’t need your approbation or your trite advice.

Puttin’ on my big girl pants

Not gonna be a victim of your circumstance.

Sometimes it’s better to take the trump

With the card you leave unplayed...

Just walk away.

Sometimes I wonder how you got so emboldened,

Passing judgment when you haven’t walked in my shoes.

I guess nobody told you sometimes silence is golden.

If you bet on assumptions you’ll probably lose.

Please tell me how my body threatens your existence.

Did your mother never tell you it’s not nice to stare?

Spare me fake concern on how I live my life,

You’re not my doctor, and I’m not your wife.

I’ve had it up to here asking for permission -

time you give up expecting my submission.

Not losing any sleep if you’re not my biggest fan -

I am who I am.

I found a crack in my rose colored glasses

And It gave me a glimpse of reality.

Now is the time to stop kissing asses

And lay claim to the things that belong to me.

Now I’m claiming the things that belong to me...belong to me.

A capella I am who I am.

Arr. Evan Rudenjak

Pink Guitar

You’re man enough to hold my hand

You’re man enough to be my friend

You’re man enough to be afraid,

and man enough to do it anyway.

And you’re man enough to

play— a pink guitar.

You’re man enough to hold me tight

You’re man enough for a fair fight.

You’re man enough to know you’re right

and man enough to never make me wrong.

And you’re man enough to play —a pink guitar.

It’s pink, and it sparkles like a star

I think it made me love you fr-om afar

Or maybe it’s the sparkle in your eye

that lets me know I’m lucky you’re my guy.

And I love how you pla-a-y

your pink guitar.

You’re man enough to say you’re mine

You’re man enough for funny valentines

You’re man enough to have my back

and man enough to scra-a-tch it, too

And you’re man enough to play a pink guitar.

I have spent a lot of years

Always only grinding gears.

Wasted time massaging fragile egos

But you’re very clear just who you are

I’ve hitched my wagon to your star

Now sit back and watch where we’ll go…

It’s pink, and it sparkles like a star

I think it made me love you fr-om afar

Or maybe it’s the sparkle in your eye

that lets me know I’m lucky you’re my guy.

And I love how you pla-a-y

your pink guitar.

You’re man enough to take my hand

You’re man enough to understand.

You’re man enough to serenade me

and man enough to be my favorite muse

And you’re man enough to play a pink guitar.

You’re man enough for silly names

You’re man enough to fan my flames

You’re man enough to lift me up

and man enough to always be my home.

And you’re man enough to play a pink guitar.

…man enough to play-a-y - a pink guitar

(playing my heartstrings on your guitar)

Baby, you’ll go far

(your pink guitar, yeah)

I really love how you play your pink guit-a-a-ar.

Arr: E. Rudenjak

Heart Trouble

When I first saw you, baby,

I knew you would be trouble.

And then when you kissed me, darlin’

I knew it would be double!

Baby, I saw you at a party

when I was talking to some sailor.

Then you flashed your big, brown eyes

Sent me right into heart failure!

I’ve got heart trouble -

You give me such trouble with my heart.

Now I’m having palpitations -

I knew you’d cause heart trouble from the start.

The best thing for my heart

would be to start a lovin’ home.

You said “take an aspirin’, baby

because I’ve gotta roam.”

I went to the doctor

‘cause I couldn’t catch my breath.

She told me what my problem is -

I’m lovin’ you to death…

I’ve got heart trouble -

You give me such trouble with my heart.

Now I’m having palpitations -

I knew you’d cause heart trouble from the start.

My telephone is ringin’

just about a quarter of three.

You tell me that you’re coming home

Because you’re missin’ me! (uh huh)

I heard the back door slammin’

Just about half past four.

This is the “big one", baby.

you left me gaspin’ on the floor.

CLEAR!

My friends say if I take you back, such a big mistake I’m makin’

When you went and left me, I knew my heart was breaking.

Don’t know what I’ll do, now that you are back,

My heart is beatin’ double, you’ll give me a heart attack!

Radiatin’ chest pain

There’s not much they can do…

My coronary arteries

are clogged with memories of you!

I’ve got heart trouble -

You give me such trouble with my heart.

Now I’m having palpitations -

I knew you’d cause heart trouble from the start.

…Now someone get the paddles,

‘cause I knew you’d cause heart trouble from the start.

From the start

From the start baby

From the start

Art. E. Rudenjak

Disclaimer

I told you right from the start

that I would only break your heart and now you’re sifting through the ashes

looking for another start.

I know I told you the truth

at least I didn’t waste your youth

You better find yourself a surgeon

To fix your broken heart.

I said we could have some fun

But I’d be gone when we were done

Now you’re crying on my doorstep

Saying I’m the only one.

You’re dignity’s leaking on the floor

Because I’ve shown you the door

Get up and take some tissues

This isn’t helping anyone.

I never planted any seeds

To make you think I’d meet your needs

You’re being so irrational

There are no apologies from me.

And now it’s time for you to go

Don’t need no dog and pony show

Why must you make this so much harder

Than it really needs to be?

I am not the place for you to park your hopes and dreams

I am not your one true love

Don’t try to trap me in your schemes...

I told you right from the start

that I would only break your heart and now you’re sifting through the ashes

looking for another start.

I know I told you the truth

at least I didn’t waste your youth

You better find yourself a surgeon

To fix your broken heart.

Arr. By Evan Rudenjak

Suddenly Everything Changes

You always have to have the last word

Never stop to think about who you’ve hurt

Kept me walking on eggshells so Iong

can’t really tell if I’m right or I’m wrong

I remember that it wasn’t always this way...

But then...Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything changes.

You’re not the man I thought I knew at all.

Something twisted up in your mind,

Tho I’ve never been nothing but kind,

But suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything’s gone.

Walking around just like you’re shell shocked

But it’s just a war that’s in your head

Tell me what I can say that will prove

None of those voices are speaking the truth.

Seems like yesterday you were loving, happy and free...

But then Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything changes.

You’re not the man I thought I knew at all.

Something twisted up in your mind,

Tho I’ve never been nothing but kind

But suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything’s gone.

I wear the scars of your dark reason

I wear long sleeves despite the season.

But you say you’ll die if I leave

If you did it might be a relief

How did we go from loving to having your blood on my hands?

Seems like Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything changes. -

You’re not the man I thought I knew at all

Something twisted up in your mind

Tho I’ve never been nothing but kind

But suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything’s gone.

The flashing lights the paperwork

Signing my name ‘cause you’re berserk

Cleaning your blood up off the floor

Mama, I can’t take it anymore.

My freedom offers no redemption - was I the victim of deception?

kept me tied to you far too long

Never saw things going so wrong,

Can I ever think of the good times again?

Because Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything changes

You’re not the man I thought I knew at all.

Something twisted up in your mind,

Tho I’ve never been nothing but kind,

But suddenly, suddenly, suddenly everything’s gone.

Music and Lyrics: K. Rosenthal

Arrangement A. Testa/E.Rudenjak

Rain

Let my tears rain down in my soul

Your passing’s left a gaping hole

Where my heart used to be

Til you went away from me

Let my tears rain down in my soul

We always thought we’d have the time

We’d be together ’til the end of the line

But life’s a speeding train

And it don’t stop for anything

We always thought we’d have the time

Everything we’d ever hoped

Lost in a tidal wave

Everyone I ever loved

Lies six feet in a grave

Let your music mend my heart

It’s all I have now we’re apart

Death is a vicious thief

Stole you and left me only grief

Let your music mend my heart

Everything we’d ever hoped

Lost in a tidal wave

Everyone I ever loved

Lies six feet in a grave

Let my tears rain down in my soul

Your passing’s left a gaping hole

Where my heart used to be

Til you went away from me

Let my tears rain down in my soul

Late Bloomer

Everyone thought Sleeping Beauty was dead

But she was just enchanted...

When everybody tried to bury me

Turns out I just got planted!

I’m a late, I’m a Late, I’m a late, Late Bloomer, baby. (Oooh)

You ain’t begun to see what will become of me.

Like a phoenix rising from her funeral pyre, (oh-oh-oh)

don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me.

Once upon a time I had some rock ‘n’ roll dreams

Was gonna take it for a spin once I got the keys...

But a clichéed quid pro quo went and intervened

And kept me down in the dark.

But the song in my heart kept coming back

Beauty kept peeking out through the cracks

And I’m not gonna take any more of your flack

‘Cause it’s my time to bloom.

I’m a late, I’m a late, I’m a late, late bloomer, baby.

You ain’t begun to see what will become of me

Like a phoenix rising from her funeral pyre

don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me.

Once upon a time I walked away from my dream

To become the woman I am today it seems

Got a winning ticket waiting just to be redeemed,

It’s time to claim my prize.

There’s a cosmic reason

Every blossom has its season

stems twist to face the limelight

It’s a scientific fact

It just stands to reason

the ones in front bloom first in season

But they soon die at night (ahhhh)

But not us hidden in the back.y

I’m a late, I’m a late, I’m a late, late bloomer, baby.

You ain’t begun to see what will become of me.

Like a phoenix rising from her funeral pyre,

don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me.

So get out of my way and make some room

I’m no shrinking violet, I need space to bloom

I’ve put down my roots, watch me shoot for the moon

Don’t let beauty pass you by

Don’t despair of winter, because I’m hearty in frost

Don’t let memories of my glory ever be lost,

Keep planting the seeds that my music has tossed

I’m perennial by design.

I’m a late, I’m a late, I’m a late, late bloomer, baby. (Ooh)

You ain’t begun to see what will become of me.

Like a phoenix rising from her funeral pyre, (oh-oh-oh)

don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

I think it’s time to bloom today

Listen close, now, I’ve got something to say

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me - now?

Arrangement by E. Rudenjak /B. Ernest Haring

Streetlight

I saw you lit by winter street light

Waiting for the show.

The marquee promised rock and roll

From our long ago.

You said that you were skeptical

Of seeming miracles.

I thought I sensed some magic,

But then you had to go.

We talked all through the springtime,

The whole summer and the fall.

We must have heard a thousand songs,

We saw them play them all.

I could only dream of loving you,

And having you to hold.

Always wondering if you felt the music in my soul.

Well, I’ve been some crazy places,

And I’ve suffered lots of fools.

I’ve been the cause of street fights,

And I’ve broken lots of rules.

Still one thing was missing

Wherever I did roam.

But all of that came clear to me,

When you said, “welcome home”.

I knew there was no other place for me

but in your arms.

Deep inside I felt you were

the shelter from my storms.

You hit me like an avalanche,

love wouldn’t be denied.

There’s no place I’d rather be

Than right here by your side.

I never thought I’d find a home

Always destined just to roam

Suddenly this funny thing

Made me want to fold my wings

And nestle in your arms

You never gave a hint that you

Felt the same way as me

I thought it best to take my leave,

We weren’t meant to be.

Later in the station

I was running for my train,

Someone yelled “I love you”

There you were - calling my name.

Well, I’ve been some crazy places,

And I’ve suffered lots of fools.

I’ve been the cause of street fights,

And I’ve broken lots of rules.

Still one thing was missing

Wherever I did roam.

But all of that came clear to me,

When you said, “welcome home”.

Everything came clear to me,

When you said, “welcome home!”

“welcome home”, “welcome home”, “welcome home”

Arranger E. Rudenjak

Déjà Vu (Happy Birthday, Boss, Asbury Park 2019)

Maybe Madame Marie knows what it means

When all of a sudden you change your routine

Tell me, baby, should I get Vaseline?

Cos from where I’m sitttin’

that’s how it seems...

Maybe history won’t repeat itself this time

Though I’ve noticed it always seems to rhyme

Hope I see it coming, it don’t catch me blind

unlike the Coast line this train always runs on time!

Feels like déjà vu will get the best of me

When I see what could pass it’s not your face I see

It’s so hard not to hold you in my history

Cos I feel déjà vu is comin’ for me

You know my story-know where I’ve been

My internal alarms always causing a din

Shouldn’t be too surprised if your patience is thin

The places I’m broken may be too hard to mend

Round and around my mind can’t stop

Waiting for Damocles’ sword to drop

Expecting our shiny balloon to pop

What can I even do to make this carousel ——

ever stop?

The road ahead looks like the road behind

I beg your indulgence for my troubled mind

guess I lost my innocence on Highway nine

Don’t know who to trust - it’s my flawed design.

This ain’t the place I want to be

You aren’t the one that’s broken me

But it’s so hard not to hold you in his history

When I feel déjà vu is coming for me

Feels like déjà vu will get the best of me

When I see what could pass it’s not your face I see

It’s so hard not to hold you in my history

Cos I feel déjà vu is comin’ for me

Like a crumpled up picture in my old blue jeans,

That shows me the things that I’ve previously seen

I already know what your behavior means

Cos déjà vu always comes back —for me

Yeah déjà vu always comes back —

For me

yeah I know déjà vu is comin’ back — for —meeee.

Arr. E. Rudenjak