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Hairdressers From Heaven

by Sonny & The Sunsets

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about

Nitro. Astro. Boogeyman from space. This is a Sonny & the Sunsets recording. We started a label. Rocks in Your Head Records, named after a record shop I used to spend time in, in Soho New York two decades ago that uplifted me in a way only old record stores can. The first release is this record, Hairdressers from Heaven. We are going to put out some records that would end up in that old store. Some weird bands, some fictional bands, some real bands. San Francisco has taken hits. Clubs have closed. Artists have left. People have made eulogies - This is something up with which we cannot put! There are good bands in this city. There are great artists making bizarre shit. There are underground HAPPENINGS. There are SECRET shows. There are artists in the streets duking it out with Nazis. Shit is going down. The corporate bulldozers ran through the city and now their security apparatus tanks roll around the neighborhoods trying to keep the arts on lock down. The tanks are called Death and they bring a foul stench. Humbly, this label is our version of throwing nails at the tank tires.
Hairdressers from Heaven, it’s odd. Can I tell you it’s the only record this label has put out I stand behind? It’s a mixtape. Different sounds, different musicians, on here, things got loose. Piano driven at times, drum machines, some strange harmonies, it was made by instinct, very unconsciously, loose. I don’t know how Kelley came up with a circular Kraut like bass line for Ghost Days but he did, or how on Someday I’d like to Be an Artist, we slowed the tape down and made a strange arpeggiated piano solo and then Dylan Edrich turned it into a Moondog like orchestral solo. Or for Man Without a Past we made a bongo bass instrumental song then perennial collab Rusty Miller put a synth bass on it later, then what? Bruce Ackley brought his saxophone to my apartment. Now it’s almost Sun Ra. Or longtime sunset T-bone Harbour started singing about worms in the subways and cafes with cloves and berets, or James Mercer stepped in to produce and brought us into his back yard barn studio and harmonized on a country song about death and it became transcendent and kind of life affirming, or when co-producer Yuuki Matthews put a minimal dance bass over Shayde Sartin's already punk bass on Drug Lake. The record is full of weird shit like this, like a complicated accident, I saw it happen, but I can’t say how.

And also, this new label will include a Zine with every release, like the days of SST and Raymond Pettibon. So with Hairdressers comes Zine #1, about watching the apocalypse on the phone, and how Nazis should always be beaten up and things of that nature.

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released April 1, 2019

For all the musician info on the record...

A Bigger Picture -
Bass- kelley stoltz
Drums – rusty miller
Piano/Guitar – sonny smith
Harmonies – yuuki matthews, james mercer

Ghost days -
Bass – kelley
Drums – rusty
Guitar – sonny /kelley
Synth - sonny
Harmonies – yuuki, james

Another Life, Another Body -
Bass- sonny
Drums – yuuki
Guitar –sonny
Synth – sonny

Searchin –
Bass – atom ellis
Drums – yuuki
Harmonies – james, yuuki, tahlia
Guitar – sonny
Organ – james

Someday I’d like to be an artist –
Piano – sonny
Harmonies –yuuki, james
Violin –dylan edhrich

Hairdressers from Heaven-
Piano- sonny
Drums – rusty
Bass – kelley
Harmonies – yuuki, james

Take a hard look down the long corridor
Drums – joe plummer
Bass – atom
Guitar- sonny
Harmonies – yuuki, james

Man without a past -
Saxophone- bruce ackley
Bass – atom
Synth bass- rusty
Violin- dylan
Synth- sonny

Drug Lake –
Guitar, vocals - sonny
Drum machine/synth – glen donaldson
Bass – shayde sartin
Bass – yuuki
Drums – joe
Harmonies – tahlia , james,
Violin – dylan

Recorded electric duck studios and james’ barn
Mixed by yuuki matthews, sonny smith
Mastered by mikey young
record art sonny smith

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Sonny & the Sunsets are a beautiful west coast thing. Birthed from the sand, the surf, and twilight campfires down in Ocean Beach, Sonny & the Sunsets’ busted beach-pop songs spark recollections of doo wop's otherworldly despair, a dose of goofball humor from the Michael Hurley school, and positive possibilities exuded by Jonathan Richman. ... more

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Track Name: A Bigger Picture
Run baby run through the trees
To the secret place where we can meet
And be free

Past the krispy kreme where the lonely cops meet
And share their nutty cocoa rings
And dream about a killing spree baby…

I painted a painting of you and me
Hot dog buns and ding dongs on the beach
Let’s be free
Track Name: Ghost Days
When we walked
Down the street
Everything seemed so funny
Kids in the creek
Looking for their dog
The strange man
With his crooked walk

And your brother
Ripped us off
Sold us parsley
Said it was pot
We climbed a tree
With a huge rock
Dropped it down
And smashed his car

Ghost days all around me now

And the loner kid
On his bike
Wouldn’t say a word
But he knew
Everyone is just a fool
he built a tunnel
in his room

ghost days are all around me now
behind the water towers
on the hill behind the town
and when I lit your cigarette
and felt your hair touch my hand
and in your eyes
something only we can understand

about ghost days
Track Name: Another Life Another Body
contact the dead
the pigenon shitted sign said
rain had painted streaks down to cement
I entered in, it smelled like cosmic hustle
Cat piss and incense.
“do you want to talk to the dead?
Or maybe a long lost friend?
No pressure she said”
No pressure

Her eyes rolled back,
Back in her head
Visions of Hollywood dreams and
Boogieman schemes
And yet here I am
Ancient yearnings for ancestral threads
I’m so easily led
I believe everything that’s said
Careful what you tell me
No pressure

And even if my friend does appear
What then?
What s it like wherever you went
Is their love or is their hate?
is there pain or was there pleasure
or is there just no pressure?
Track Name: Searchin
I’ve always been a searcher
Searchin
Maybe I found a thing or two
But not a clue
Always searchin
Always searchin
Searchin for something

Searchin for shadows
On a desert roof
Searchin inside my heart
For what I want to do
Always searchin
Always searchin
Searchin, for something

And if I find , and if I find, and if I find
What I’m searchin for
I’ll be a searcher ,
That has found something before
But still searches
For somethin more

Always searchin, searching for something
Track Name: Someday I'd Like to be an Artist
someday I’d like to be an artist and give myself away
write in my notebook in my bed and listen to the rain
think about the way things could be
and how things really are
wake up from my dreamin with a work of art in my arms

give myself away, give myself away, give myself away,
everyday…

someday I’d like to be an artist and give myself away
sit at the bar and talk to the other artists all about art
talk about the world and know that it all falls apart
give myself away, give myself away, give myself away
Track Name: Hairdressers from Heaven
Hairdressers from heaven
Help me to make sense of myself again
Lower my head with your gentle touch
I need it so much
Watch me as I fall through the air
Like hair onto the checkerboard floor

And don’t let me die
Don’t let me die my own hair
Just help me to find
My natural high lights again

And catch me as I fall through the air like hair onto the checkerboard floor
Track Name: Take a Hard Look Down the Long Corridor
oh the waves feel good on my sunburned face
but how I’ve drifted so far from the shore
take a hard look down the long corridor

and the walls are made of tin
and theirs holes in the floor
the roof is cavin in for sure
take a hard look down the long corridor

take a hard look down the long corridor

I’m standin naked in the corner store
My head is full and there’s so much more
take a hard look down the long corridor
I’m digging tunnels to the room next door
So you can’t find me no more

take a hard look down the long corridor
Track Name: Drug Lake
I stole some shoes from the rich mans bed
I took his car and wig from his head
I took them down to drug lake
Threw them in the water and the fish began to prey
Now I don’t know fish and I don’t mean to pry
But why do you prey to this hook and this line
The fish looked up, looked me in the eyes
Said I dunno man, because heavy times

Heavy times at drug lake
I need your love
Because heavy times


The nitro astro boogieman from space
Vaporized me and all the human race
Now theres worms in the street
And in the subways
Worms with berets and cloves in cafes
Now I don’t know worms and I don’t mean to pry
But why do you build cathedrals to the sky
The worm looked at me , looked me in the eyes
Said I dunno , because heavy times

Heavy times at drug lake
I need your love
Because heavy times

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