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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

 

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” 

(C)2018 Kellianne Rosenthal and Quinterruption Music, all rights reserved, Arranged by E. Rudenjak