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Enjoy Like a Pro

by Empty Heaven

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Anthony Aguilar
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Anthony Aguilar What an amazing EP. Emotive and energetic. Powerful music with genuine vocals. Unbelievably beautiful and thoughtful music as a whole. I am highly encouraging you to own this EP. Favorite track: Dying Star.
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aquaerials This man is a goddamn musical genius and I purchased this EP mostly so I could write this message. Pure gold.
Matt Bulthuis
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Matt Bulthuis Love you AJS and so thankful you are still sharing your music. Can't wait for the LP!
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1.
We have everything you want, why can’t you happy?
We have everything you want Are you not satisfied? We spared no expense to make you smile, and still, you cried We have everything you want, why can’t you be happy? We even gave your kids a couple waterslides Don’t get all mad at us, just look around!
You see we’ve tried You just desire what you know We can’t know what you don’t The chicken goes in your throat You’ll be happy, just hold on to hope Do you know what you want? Bet you don’t Ice cream on a boat You’ll be happy, step back from the ropes We have everything you want We took a survey ahead of time Can you stand in a fucking line?
This view is going to save your marriage We’ve got a baby carriage You can leave little Tommy behind I sound mean, but we can’t indict or smite the passengers Janine’s fed dreams just to have ‘em spat back at her Desire machines act like a catheter
2.
Inertia 02:31
Fucked up feet, sewn to my seat I can’t go out, electric eels on the street I feel like the worst kind of wizard, making lead-based sizzurp In a cauldron that’s the hollowed-out head of Buzz Aldrin Rather fake a moon landing than at all risk standing when I can’t propel myself I tattle on my own ass, Myself on a Shelf I’d rather be oblivious to my own health That’s how I look when I smile?
I don’t want to smile at all I was on foot for a while, but now I can only crawl It’s the inertia Malaise Inertia holds me down for days I can’t get up, I can’t go out The singing birds begin to shout They shout: “Inertia! Inertia!” I’ve been battling this shit law of physics that has got me paralytic since the first day of Christmas, my dog as my witness I try to feed the chickens and they bawk all dismissive, like, “where were you at 8AM?” I am perishing fruit I shrink, I bruise I try to move I get confused I get inertia Malaise Inertia for days and days and days I can’t get up, I can’t go out The singing birds begin to shout They shout: “Inertia! Inertia!”
3.
I catastrophise Whenever you look down, the oceans rise I want more brain in my skull I always think I’m in trouble I catastrophise I sit inside a room and tell me lies Don’t ever be too sure that I can picture the future I went to bed an hour ago I woke up with the dying star inside I sweat formaldehyde Is that the kind of guy you want in charge when things get hard? I catastrophise I’ll layer any worry that applies, even if it sounds insane I take a leap off the wing of the plane You think I can change, I can change, I can change, but I’m a dog with mange in the thick of the strange I need you to stay on script or I will lose my upper lip, ‘cause I catastrophise
4.
What wouldn’t a man do for angels just to let him know what’s what, just to let him know what’s up, what’s down?
What wouldn’t a man do for angels around?

What wouldn’t a dog do for collar just to let him know when to walk, just to let him know which way to go?
What wouldn’t a dog do to be pointed back home?

Hallelujah, I’m in Heaven I can see the sky and the sky behind the sky What can I ever do to thank you? How can I ever repay?
A life so life-like, and games to play Thank you for a perfect place to stay Hallelujah, I’m in Heaven I can see the sky and the sky behind the sky

about

These songs are about desire, freedom, and “desiring freedom.” There’s a fundamental assumption within psychoanalysis: desire is a lack, a want for something we don’t have, that will never be “filled.” I subscribe to a different view of desire, one postulated by Gilles Deleuze some decades after Freud: desire is something we produce. Desire is what we do. It’s a Something, not a lack of something. There is no “filling.”

Those who try to trap desire for consumers, those who push that “lack” concept onto the public for monetary gain, prolong this misunderstanding. Working on a cruise ship, a Desire-Capturing Machine, I see so many people presented with everything they want in their leisure time, only to leave wanting more, disinterested in what they once craved, which confuses and upsets them. (I experience this same thing in the food and sleep department; I always want more of both, and when presented with an excess, I turn my head, wanting the opposite.)

This is a relatively new kind of burnout, an excess of positives and positivity. There’s a stifling, stymieing inertia that covers us even in circles where everything is permitted. I live with this, as I’m sure you sometimes do, reader.

Regarding freedom, this is a desire expressed by so many people, and it drives me nuts. It sounds like an odd thing to complain about, but it’s all because the majority of people who dogmatically list “freedom” as something good-in-itself, as something they want, 1. Don’t want it for all people, and 2. Don’t actually want it. They tend to love rules, creeds, codes of ethics, uniforms with codes, etc. It’s a very bogus value, one not properly examined by those who spout it.

“Enjoy…Like a Pro!” is a slogan I saw on a brand of bottled water at a 7-11. It showed a bunch of pro athletes drinking it, giving context for that weird-ass sentence. In my head, it read as if there were a heightened, professional way to “enjoy.” I didn’t like that one bit.

Byung Chul-Han was a big influence on a lot of the writing here, particularly his book The Burnout Society. Check out his stuff. I like it; every book is short. These songs are lo-fi in a very desperate way; it’s a matter of actual limitation. Whereas on my upcoming record (a VERY hi-fi affair, sounding like night to day compared to this) I yell a lot, I had to remain pretty hushed due to close quarters.

“Don’t Worry, Be Happy 2” is a nice overview of these ideas, sung from the perspective of a Giver, a Provider, a Company, a Desire-Capturing Machine, endlessly aiming to please, only to be undermined and frustrated by the listless indifference of their clientele. Why can’t you be happy? A broken circuit.

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released March 7, 2023

Recorded/mixed/mastered by Anthony Sanders
Thanks to Rene Duplantier for getting me an SD Card to USB thing

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