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American Splendor

by Jonathan Ammons

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1.
Living Proof 04:13
By the time the plane touched down in Houston I’d lost the color in my hand from your grip. You said it wasn’t so much the flight that scared you, just the whole idea of the trip. And when the rolled you to the cab in the wheelchair you looked so small you could disappear. That’s when I spoke out loud, for the first time, the only mantra I wanted anyone to hear. You know you’re living proof of God to me. You’re the only living proof of God to me. The MRI report lay in my hands like lead the hospital bills weighed heavy on my head. But I never had a doubt in my mind that I’d give up my own future for my kid. Cos you’re the only living proof of God to me. You’re the only living proof of God to me. You’re God to me.
2.
Cardinal 03:42
You saw the faggot in the bathroom and you said that you were gonna kick his teeth out if he came back around. Not even sure if you knew his name he was just another punk with an agenda to push. And you told yourself you were gonna stand your ground, not gonna let these kids come around. And you told your friends that you weren’t fucking around, this is your town now this is your town. Everyone you love has given up on you. You came in to work last night and there was some brown kid behind the counter. His English might have been alright but you weren’t gonna stick around and find out. And you told him that he should get back on whatever boat brought him so he could find out why this country was made for you and why he was gonna be on his way out. Everyone you love has given up on you.
3.
Red Leaf 03:31
You pace the hallway until you reach the front door But you know there won’t be anyone there Back to the bedroom and wander to the back door Till you find you’re at the foot of the stairs You miss your father You miss your mother You miss the people you know But you’ve got room mates You’ve got the dogs You’ve got nowhere to go Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Out on the front porch you wave to all the neighbors And you seem like you genuinely care. Open your phone to text another friend But you know that you’ve got nothing to share. Another day in Another night in Another hour alone. You call your brother You call your father But no one picks up the phone. Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Keep yourself together You dream of beaches and far away places But you know that it’s all in vain. You had some tickets for a flight back in April But you know you’ll never catch that plane. You think of sunsets Over the ocean You think of music and dance Far away places Far away people You’ll miss to circumstance You’ve been trying to make sense of all the news Stuck at home again with quarantine blues. Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Keep yourself together Keep yourself together
4.
There’s a man on the TV and he tells you God’s will. There’s cabinet appointments and a Supreme Court seat to fill. He says that if you look past his infidelity and lies, he can guide you, he alone can guide you. He says to forget your friends and your peers, cos they can’t save you from the red tide of all your fears, you’ve got to put yourself first in dark days like these. And it’s all you can do to keep yourself together. And it’s all you can do to keep the faith. If you kick against the pricks it’s an eye for an eye. If you settle for his tricks you’ll get a wellspring of his lies. Cos he’s God’s chosen man cos the TV preacher said so. But it’s hard to rectify. Yes it’s hard to rectify. For Judas all it took was thirty pieces of silver, so put your faith in the man who promised he alone could deliver. Get your guns and your gold, we’ll grow old in promised land. And it’s all you can do to keep yourself together. And it’s all you can do to keep the faith.
5.
Fallen Tree 03:30
You heard him fall in the dining room after a night out with his friends trying to sneak back in. You let him lay there on the floor too fucked up to stand he swore he was just drunk. But you knew it wasn’t booze it was the drugs. He’s still got shrapnel in his leg from that IED that took out most his friends He walks alright when he brings the cane. The VA gave him pills to hold back most the pain. But you can’t help thinking it shouldn’t be like this. You still remember how he looked in his dress blues just before his plane took off. You could have been a Gold Star mom. He could have been a hero but he lived a little long. And you can’t help wonder how long he can live like this.
6.
First Frost 05:14
When they pulled you from the river your face was already blue but I could tell you could still see me coming down from the bridge with the paramedic crew There’s just something about your second attempt, that shows you plan to follow through but christ dear, we’ve got kids involved And I’m still in love with you. I never cared about the money forget all our student debt too. We always said we just wanted someone to grow old with And I’m still in love with you.
7.
Streetlights 03:49
Streetlights near the harbor, they can make it feel much further than it is. And the days when it gets warmer, they can make you feel more social than you’ve been. But you know it’s such a waste of time cos you know that now you’re miles away from your friends. And you’re pushing that new nine to five and you’re gunning for that office in San Fran. You missed another birthday but you’ll make it home for Christmas if you can. But you’re aiming for a bonus, and overtime gets you closer when you’re in demand. Cos you’re only a day away from being someone worth remembering. Yeah, you’re only a day away from being someone worth remembering.
8.
Crickets 03:50
After you called last night I couldn’t get it off my mind. The things you deal with every day, it’s just such a grind. You checked a mother in ‘round nine for an overdose this time. You said that it was getting to the point you wouldn’t care if she was sterilized. Last week a patient that you know, you said he grabbed you by the throat, and it took several nurses to get him pinned down. You said you’ve started to doubt that common decency abounds, and maybe some of the animals would be best to be put down.
9.
Under a black flag in the Raqqa sun He was whipped for 90 days An American reporter in the right place at the wrong time In full view of the camera, just before they slit his throat he said. They fight to change the world around them nearly every day But they never see it from the other side. It was a Wednesday prayer group where they gathered nearly every week In the old black church off Calhoun street. A white boy in a gray shirt came in like he intended to pray But he pulled a .45 and let the bullets spray He left 9 dead in the pews in just 6 short minutes And on the evening news you could hear from the witness. They fight to change the world around them nearly every day But they never see it from the other side. They kill to change the world around them nearly every day But they never see it from the other side.
10.
Bent Creek 03:20
On the side of the road, where you pulled over cold to see if you could offer some kind of hand. There’s a flat tire and a man, with his family in the van, but he can’t speak a word in your tongue. Tell me, who is your neighbor to you? Tell me, do you love your neighbor true? Your kid tells you at his school, that they learn the Golden Rule, but he knows some kids don’t get enough to eat. Is it the law of the land that whoever prospers can, and that the meek should just accept their defeat? Tell me, who is your neighbor to you? Tell me, do you love your neighbor true?

about

There is a habit I notice I have developed working as a journalist for the last eight years. It shows up primarily in how often I find myself repeating the story someone just told me straight back to them to verify the words that came out of their mouth. For those of us that cary tape recorders everywhere we go, it’s a bit of a sacrament, some kind of sacred ritual that blesses the words on your tape. You tell me a story, and I repeat it back to you, and that becomes the sovereign record of that event. It strikes me how useful this communication tool is, just telling someone what they just told you. It demonstrates that you have heard every word, that you have worked through identifying with that struggle, and that you acknowledge the difficult experience they have endured. In a way, you become partners in an effort to clearly communicate and understand the truth.

This album is largely built out of those stories. Conversations with people I’ve had over the past decade working in print reporting, radio, and podcasting. Stories of every day Americans and their pursuit of the American Dream. It is also the story of how unfortunately far-fetched that dream has become for so many hard working, driven, devoted, and loving people in this country. A father forking his entire savings over for treatments for a child doomed to die of cancer. A mother watching her son, a war hero, decay from addictions to the pain killers prescribed after injuries on the battle field. A husband concerned for his suicidal wife, or a nurse just trying to make sense of the people she cares for and the trauma they inflict on her.

These are stories that I have wrestled with in the past decade. Not my stories, but stories I was told. One has to be careful telling those kinds of stories, or else they become stereotypes, so I have tried to shift the perspective a bit as the narrator to see things from a different point of view. I admittedly took liberties with some of them. Some of them hit too close to the subjects to keep word for word, other’s are as close to the true story as my limited vocabulary can twist into lyrical form. But suffice it to say, these are true stories from everyday people, from our neighbors, from our friends.

We are all just a stones throw away from poverty in this country. We all struggle to make our own way in a society that encourages us to take less and less care of our neighbors. This is my tip of the hat to the average American, to the working moms, the strung out dads, the sons that feel like failures, and the daughters that have been passed over despite their hard work simply because they are women. This is my way of trying to understand those experiences. Consider it a love letter to my friends and my neighbors. Thank you for listening.

Endless thanks to Olivia Springer for her tireless work helping to breathe life into these songs and make this record happen. She was my sole collaborator and confidant on this entire project, and it would not have been possible with out her.

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released January 15, 2021

All songs written by Jonathan Ammons with additional arrangements by Olivia Springer.

Vocals, guitar, piano, synths, bass, percussion, and programming by Jonathan Ammons.
Violin and additional piano and keys by Olivia Springer.

Recorded by Jonathan Ammons at Orchard View in Asheville, NC.
Mixed by Julian Dreyer and Jonathan Ammons, Asheville, NC.
Mastered by Charles Allison at Spanner Sound, Portland, OR.
Original paintings by Julyan Davis.
Design by Baily Long
Photography by Stacey Sprenz

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Jonathan Ammons is a journalist, writer, radio DJ, producer, and musician from Asheville, North Carolina. His music runs the gamut between electronic, indie rock, ambient, and Americana.

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