The Tubular West

by Samuel Andreyev

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SAMUEL ANDREYEV • THE TUBULAR WEST
An album with a shape and a direction all its own

The music of SAMUEL ANDREYEV is...
HAUNTING (New York Times) • MARVELLOUS (Van Dyke Parks) • STRIKINGLY ORIGINAL (The Wire) • A DREAMTIME DELIRIUM (The Globe & Mail) • INTRIGUING (CBC Radio) • GORGEOUS (CKLN Radio)

Samuel Andreyev’s new album The Tubular West is the culmination of eighteen years of “musical adventure”—a description given by Van Dyke Parks to Andreyev’s 2000 recording Swollows, but which could suitably apply to his entire output, from inventive solo song cycles recorded in living rooms and garages, to avant-garde modern classical compositions commissioned and performed by some of Europe’s most acclaimed ensembles. With The Tubular West, Andreyev reasserts his unique pop sensibility without compromising any of the qualities that have established him as one of the world’s most significant young composers. In fact, this distinctive new recording lies at the intersection of the two main paths of his musical career.

Recorded at Melodium Studio in Montreuil, France, The Tubular West features outstanding performances by virtuoso musicians such as Ayako Okubo and brothers Olivier and Léo Maurel (the latter of whom invented several of the instruments that helped to define the album’s beguiling textures). Samuel is as much a multi-instrumentalist as ever, playing a range of instruments from heckelphone to synth and stylophone to piano, but with the live-in-the-studio approach established for the ­Tubular West sessions, his arrangements and performances are charged with a vibrant new energy. The synergy among Samuel and his dedicated musical collaborators was expertly captured by visionary engineer Nicolas Dufournet, whose techniques achieved the ideal meld of analogue and digital, vintage and cutting edge. Add to all this the fact that these new songs and instrumentals are easily Samuel’s most exceptional to date and the result is a work so original and compelling that it’s sure to further establish him as one of the most extraordinary artists in modern music.

Befitting the uniqueness of the music, The Tubular West is being released in a customized CD package designed to
inaugurate the new incarnation of Torpor Vigil Records. The gatefold design evokes the more decadent days of vinyl while making the most of the formal opportunities afforded by the newer medium, such as a photo-rich twelve-page booklet with complete lyrics. The mixing and mastering also exploit the potential of the CD/digital format, with fifty-two minutes of broad-frequency sound without compromise to the dynamic range. The album is, of course, also available for download.

Artist Bio:
Samuel Andreyev was born in Kincardine, Ontario in 1981. Prior to settling in France in 2003, he spent fifteen years in Toronto, where he studied at the Royal Conservatory and recorded his first eight albums of songs. After continuing his composition studies with Allain Gaussin, he entered the Paris Conservatoire (CNSMDP), where he obtained both bachelor and master degrees in composition in the class of Frédéric Durieux, as well as a prix d'analyse supérieure in the class of Claude Ledoux. Following that, he spent a year in the Cursus for electro-acoustic music at IRCAM. He has also studied with Brian Ferneyhough, Heinz Holliger, Michael Jarrell, Klaus Huber and Rebecca Saunders. In 2012, he was awarded the first prize of the Henri Dutilleux competition, and was named a member of the Académie de France à Madrid, living at the Casa de Velázquez through 2013. He has received numerous commissions from groups and institutions including Radio France, Ensemble Proton (Bern), the Archipel Festival (Geneva), and Le Balcon (Paris). Also a poet, his first major collection, Evidence, was published by Quattro Books (Toronto) in 2009. Samuel Andreyev’s music is regularly performed throughout the world, and is published by Alphonse Leduc and Babel Scores.

About the label:
Torpor Vigil Records is an independent label based in Toronto, Canada, dedicated to releasing superb editions of remarkable audio works. With the release of The Tubular West, TVR begins a new phase of activity that will include future recordings by Samuel Andreyev and new compilations of somniloquies by legendary sleeptalker Dion McGregor.

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released January 31, 2013

CREDITS

Composed, arranged and produced by Samuel Andreyev

Project coördination and production assistance by Steve Venright
Recorded by Nicolas Dufournet at Melodium Studio, Montreuil, France, 2011−2012
Assistant engineers: Arthur Vayssié, Félix Béguin and Maxime Kosinietz
Mixed by Samuel Andreyev and Nicolas Dufournet
Mastered by Tony Smith at Joao Carvalho Studio, Toronto, Canada

Performed by Samuel Andreyev, Ayako Okubo, Olivier Maurel and Léo Maurel with Chris Swithinbank, Winnie Huang, Joshua Hyde, Andrea Agostini and Nicolas Dufournet

Cover painting (Durie Street, Toronto) attributed to Doris Aishford, circa 1948
Photography, pictorial revisions and design by Steve Venright

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Samuel Andreyev Strasbourg, France

Samuel Andreyev is a Canadian composer based in Europe whose work has been widely performed by some of the world's most acclaimed ensembles. As a singer-songwriter he has recorded several albums of distinctive pop music, most notably The Tubular West (Torpor Vigil Records, 2013).

Further bio details on the TVR website Artist page: www.torporvigil.com/012TVR/SectorPages/Artists.html
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Track Name: Shoebox Shuffle A
Finding out if it is possible to get
into background levels or not
and if so whether they can be left at will
thereby obviating any
need to show that which is going to go
into a silent mode and which can never be
said to take any more thought than that which is
given to a cloud formation
Track Name: Pluto's Matches
Here comes the satellite with every gleaming
distance gliding over it
enter frenetic clime and draw the deepest ink
out of rabid goals
only then appear initial glints of what they call
the Matches
causing nets to fall on random rings from other planes

Jumping in lack of space the region blusters
moving flasks from envy
hopping the grated plow to make it on to
weather a stone apart
only at the shining of a tine proliferating Matches
cold but singular and teeming with arrythmic down

What is your name—oh I see
you’re not quite here
where are you from—is that so
some other place

Flashes upon the brine and statues move in
view of two beyond blue
meeting the waving mind and harbored in the
crest of a lovely nest
magical causality is bound to gesture over borders
fold along the grain of paper lined with gabardine

Here comes the subtle light with many keening
instants hiding into it
stopping the gate allows to wake up on the
heather a Bonaparte
only when up here a simple hint of lectures
hover boulders
pausing bets to call on random wings from other manes
Track Name: Mind the Bend
Lighting up at last
little stone still has no shadow
gone again far too long
nothing will move that is all

Cracking through the still
till the rest moves into leaving
singular movement must
come to the fore once again

Mind the bend it’s stirring through the valley
standing for that which focalizes motion
tapping the sheets to check the grain

Presentness will give
only when a movement happens
time resists nothing less
than a refusing grip

Water soaks the ground
from below diverting dryness
going on much too long
weaving into a flaw

Mind the bend it’s whirring through the reels
little doubt it will form another pattern
tapping the sheets to check the grain
Track Name: The Tubular West
On time and in the air
The Tubular West makes its mythos
hide in the wings waiting for the grass to grow
once brushed out by the fan
a storm is guided through the young and
poor bird’s-eye view floating glass into a length

Walking by the fleets
that scatter light toward the eye
a pull is felt to have a way to engineer a
move within the Potter’s Field
on the way to The Tubular West

From open tracks afar
the view makes hay and settles wage in
tandem with breath where The Tubular West stands
now if the crest were done
the foot would tap its messages to
all of the folks waiting for a turn to hear

Flocking to the streets
that flatter height in time to cry
a fuller belt in daylight sends the clearing
grave to sow the lotteries
in a wave to The Tubular West
Track Name: Half-Dream
As the walls recede
and souvenirs come into view
some recent plans appear
that would seem to have
a sense of continuity

Soldering the past
to sell its suit to anyone
who passes by the dome
under evening light
looking for a matching eye

Changing gears to check if there is heat
or at least if the tune takes up too much room
having stopped to verify the claim
that the sense is clear, we need not remain

Staring into milk
receiving stars upon the wave
that slides into the dark
whiting out the storm
and the rest would seem to fade
Track Name: Over By the Mantle
Over by the mantle fibrous read by
candle lighter than the gloom and falling to
the carpets ready for the memory of all
that time has made an only bust
it all falls down and now it’s done

Moving high with mandrels turning blue
entire crutches to the ground
in puny falls together with a loss of local
levity which makes for strange departures
waxing in the room till all grows dim

To turn the room toward a pane
and see that intersections make the frame
there’s nothing like a view too far to
take the blue and make it chase the star

Passing through the spandrels rooks will air the
greatest foe on local sands and move toward
a closer vantage for the lamp which lights the
room. For when it dims a space is gone
in other words it cannot fly
Track Name: Salesmen Without Pictures
Only through us shall the cards be revealed
to be stamped with logos of a fluid sort
moving on moving into the desk of a slowgoing task
which requires ink from boxes by the door
stamping on stamping off

Lastly the list of appointments to crush the staples
into paper hoping for a fold
folding it sharp fold it trawling the sheets for a
hook in the day
which will track the stylus weathering the morn
trimming up trimming down
Track Name: Winter in Århus
Winter retains its cold
and branches hold their own
prats will fall but molecules remain stuck down

Yet on recursive shores
a motion loosens silt
deep below a rubricated stone is jarred

Give me some 10-league boots
I’ll master Randers light
stropping down the complications on the way
Track Name: Bendings
Seen through the stripes enfolded hours
o the bendings make luxury amass
up to the last revealing shapes with
every movement the air could call its own

Whether it seems to go on, whether it falls together
by the long lines of frequency
bendings remove to elsewhere, moving the
matter onward
sighing by tongs refracting night

Pressing the dash to loop along forever
into the falling bands of grain
open the slow evolving lattice
and the soundings will pulse from every ace

Whether it seems to go on, whether it falls together
by the long lines of frequency
bendings remove to elsewhere, moving the
matter onward
sighing by tongs refracting night
Track Name: Rose Window
The darkness is high, the brightness is low
and the window is far beyond reach
a turret’s no place for meandering lace
it’s the crenellation’s way
rising back the red and the black
no matter where roaming is down

I tried to Hide with a capital H
but those ascenders gave me away
I had them removed and then came the end
with the letter after M
rising black the red and the black
no matter where roaming is down
Track Name: Morning Flexion
Something is moving
yet what it is I could not tell you for sure
hazy stripes underswim to the beds

Flexing in sideways
combing slowly through the woven air
gliders bend moving through ductile gems

Something is moving