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1.
Dija 03:50
Simulation is on, has it even begun, so much taking of time cloistered unfamiliar faces drawn to narrow light Expectation is not, with without second thought, where is god in the polls measurement a reticent return to the unknown Shake it off put the pause on that and wonder one day wander one day Leave it on it's the magic that will keep you singing keep us in it What is now but a fading veneer keep them eyes on the ceiling mind on a feeling Never nearer to awe, cannot see what they saw, staying clear of the ghost temperate and tempered by not always but almost Holding on by the stem, maybe me maybe them, letting science reveal something less a savior than just something we can feel
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Starburst 04:49
Come to rest your tongue inside of me. Should silence, crowd our sentiment, say something. Talk back to me. Under here, it gets hard to swallow this warm air. Be still and breathe for me. And when it's done, smooth away the creases that remain from our unraveling. I feel ya burning up, I feel it turning I feel it turning up, I feel ya burning I feel the universe in you exploding I feel the universe in me unfolding I feel the atmosphere in here thinning I feel our heavenly bodies spinning I feel the pressure and it is building I feel your axis as it is tilting
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Somn 05:16
Sleep doesn't come real easy doesn't it, sleep doesn't come real easy doesn't it? You never come round here much anymore, you never come round here much anymore Time is a faded sky now what of it, time is a fading sky now what of it? We never dream away much anymore, we never dream away much anymore. All these acts of violence settle into silence. All those city gardens, they were not invited. Those upon the ceiling, cannot feel this feeling. While we were out walking, somehow I got lost. Throw me on. Let it twist your arm.
4.
526 04:13
Just this side of the road hands surrender control to the fear that resides inside this animal. All the mold and disease, privilege and history, between his neck and his knee, you know he can't breathe. Still the weight won't relent, what don't break still gets bent, all your alms they are spent, yet no repentance. Now you're looking at me, now I'm looking at me, tell me what do you see, now tell me what do I see. "It's ok, this happens all the time." Alt altercation appropriation othered and anothering our situation. Pro no we're anti pro-provocation but trying not to sit on this situation. Cede no we seed for cross pollination cultivating colorful accumulation. Reap when you sow and weep cause you know that the moment that you say I'm good's the moment you let go. I see the world die in your eyes.
5.
Swell 04:37
I can't believe what you know, what you say now. That your mind is a dream of open sky. Of swollen light. What do you see looking down on the water? The ground beneath or a face you recognize? That caught your eye. And what you feel, what makes it real? What moves in you that makes you move? On a combine, on a plain of awe. What is? what's left? What you are's something that's never happened. A point of light bleeding into the darkest night. Of swollen light. What do you see looking down on the water? The ground beneath or a face you recognize? That caught your eye.
6.
T 03:11
I felt the weight of my heart in, the lightness of your touch once again. Your fingers barely meet my skin, they hover just for added sentiment. Look how we almost made but we didn’t, felt what we didn’t we did. Remember when that night we hid, between the vestiges of what we did? I tried to memorize your face, knowing that maybe it might be erased. Look how we almost lost what we couldn’t, found what we shouldn’t we would. Look now we almost have what we didn’t, kept what we didn’t we did. I’m trapped beneath a broken rhyme. I know the words but cannot make them mine. I think if I don’t lose my mind, this heart will lose the beat but keep the time.
7.
Pop Gun 02:54
I'm sweeping up the floor and laying down some more, the water gets so high it rinses out my mind. I'm giving more or less the better of my best, it takes a week or two for me to get undressed. I'm feeling what you say, but in a different way. I don't believe its true, but then again you do. I hear the things you say, they don't just go away. They get stuck in my head, and leave me there for dead. I can't return to when I was a better man. That shit don't mean a thing, it's not awakening. What is it that you mean, when you don't mean to be? That which is left unsung, but still is on your tongue. Never saw it coming, never heard it make a sound. Staring at the sun, forgot to look behind the clouds. What are we to do, oh what will then become of now? Guess we disappear into the mirror that weighs us down.
8.
Alburg 02:32
What is left in the pot doesn’t fill me, but if I leave it to rot, it’ll kill me. What is under the bed isn’t better, but better than in my head, so instead of... Taking stock in regret, I try and forget what grows in the dark. Making space to let in, the places we’ve been, the faces we are. Now it’s pulling away, don’t you feel it? Leaving color to gray and revealing. That there is nothing to do but accept what happens next as the change that becomes us. But I don’t like the taste, of days gone to waste, of just giving in. Not remembering that, but imagining this, as the right way to live. And I look at my hands, my feet and my plans, and study the cracks. Maybe that is just it, the people we’ve been, will never come back.

about

Shortly before the pandemic began, I was obsessing over the music of Arthur Russell. The breadth of styles he fearlessly explored, the depth of feeling he was able to mine from whatever medium he chose, and his steadfast resistance to being categorized all resonated with me. I myself was growing increasingly frustrated by the limitations of composing predominantly on the guitar. What's more, I had also torn a ligament in my fretting thumb that made it nearly impossible to play for 6 months. Ironically it was an acoustic guitar riff I had written (which anchors the song "Somn") that steered me in a refreshing (to me at least) new direction. Utilizing MIDI synths, keyboards, an Akai MPD 226, Logic software, and an electric bass guitar, I began fashioning new compositions out of simple melodic ideas. Given the increasingly digital context of the spring/summer of 2020, it felt like what I was creating was of the time...that is, it was marked by a sense of isolation in its realization, a utilization of technology to communicate my ideas, and a real-time feeling of processing all the "new," both musically and lyrically. I'm not sure if I will ever make another album quite like this, or if I even can. I doubted myself throughout, because it wasn't necessarily my "niche." But all I needed to do was revisit my old friend Arthur..."first thought, best thought."

So here it is. PAN. The title is my shortest ever. Sure, it's the first 3 letters in pandemic, but that's more coincidence. I thought of this album as panning my sound and perspective, both figuratively and literally. I thought of the dissonance between entering my middle years in a city that is very much a magnet for youth, and the feeling that this city keeps one younger than they might be on paper...the so-called Peter Pan effect. And I thought of that expression, "I hope it all pans out." Because in a year of exceptional uncertainty, social upheaval, and change, my hope was that it all pans out in the end.

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released April 30, 2021

All songs written, performed & recorded by Luis Betancourt.

Recorded in Brooklyn, NY between March 2020 & February 2021.


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Luis Betancourt is a songwriter living in North Hero, VT. His songs incorporate a variety of guitars (acoustic/electric, baritone, bass), electronics/programming, and vocals to create a homegrown, intimate and sometimes experimental vibe. Elements of folk, pop, psych, & rock can be heard throughout. Besides his solo project, he also regularly performs and records with AVO and the Whiskey Spitters. ... more

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