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No, Joy

by The Pleasures Pale

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It's another allegory But not the same story And now you're just another old friend You had a trusting heart You were a wholesome love But I hear you were ripped apart By the red glow of your hair I said "yes" when your said "dare" In a convertible car ridden with rust And in that brick house by the river Academia didn't matter But we did learn that life was for the living No, Joy, no Joy, it was fine while it lasted No, Joy, no Now I wish I could see you again No satisfaction nor the thrill of reaction Joy, you can't deny the things we tried No happiness inside, no agony of defeat Just something I swallow bittersweet No, Joy, no Joy, it was fine while it lasted No, Joy, no Now I wish I could see you again It's another allegory But never the same story And now you're just another old friend You had a trusting heart You were a wholesome love Too bad we are miles apart No, Joy, no Joy, it was fine while it lasted No, Joy, no Now I wish I could see you again
2.
A suburban sun shone on a hilltop high A young man swallows his tongue Afraid to sing the lullaby And the guitar rang... Well, he might have died on two-dollar wine As the neck was kissed She might have tried not be vicious But she didn't A suburban night on a rusted bike A young man spits out his tongue-tied pain To persuade the bells to ring good-bye She might have listened But she didn't And he might have died on two-dollar wine As the neck was kissed She might have tried not be vicious But she didn't And he might have died on two-dollar wine As the neck was kissed She might have tried not be vicious But she didn't Then under a suburban moon She spook too soon She yelled out his self-maligned name But to no avail... As he rode away the bicycle sang But she didn't And he might have died on two-dollar wine As the neck was kissed Is love afraid to be made called self discipline? I dunno Oh, I dunno

about

In September of 1985, singer/lyricist Jeffrey Bright began meeting for songwriting sessions with Luis Lerma (bass) and Mitchell Swann (guitar) in Bright's rented house on Marcella Avenue in North Dayton. Lerma was already established as a prominent rockabilly figure in the Dayton underground, having played in The Lucky Strikes, among others acts, and Swann was loosely associated with the burgeoning Bob Pollard/Guided by Voices Northridge scene. Swann's friend and then occasional GBV drummer Timothy Payton Earick sat in on a series of 4-track recording sessions and soon the band had a name and a demo tape. With Earick otherwise committed at the time, Jeff Keating, of Dates XXX renown, was recruited as permanent drummer and the first incarnation of The Pleasures Pale was complete and performing live in early 1986.

Later in the year, the band started work on a full length LP at Dayton's ReFraze Studio. Recording sporadically, and as money allowed, The Pleasures Pale! was finally released on 12-inch vinyl and cassette by Cincinnati independent label, Heresy Records in January 1988 — unfortunately, three months after the group had abruptly called it quits. Consequently, the LP was never given the touring support or widespread exposure it deserved.

Sequenced A1 and B3, respectively, on the eponymously titled LP, "No, Joy" and "But She Didn't" musically showcase the band's stylistic range and versatility, and lyrically exemplify Bright's identification and empathy with social under-performers.

"No, Joy" was perhaps the Pale's signature song. Driven by Swann's ringing, unmistakable 12-string guitar hook and Lerma's insistent bass line, it chronicles a bittersweet, collegiate affair — doomed to be fleeting. As much as anything, "No, Joy" is an anti-rock anthem, antithetical to what had become a vocabulary of tired love-'em-and-leave-'em clichés.

"But She Didn't," in snappy swing time deftly executed by Swann, Lerma and Keating, and set on a hazy suburban stage where the song itself appears to assume a role in steering the semi-tragic plot, plays as a wistful tale of confused signals and missed romantic opportunity where the roles of passivity and aggression have been lustily flipped.

Together, this short set encapsulates The Pleasures Pale's defiantly sensitive — and quixotic — stance. Look alive for more recalcitrant joy from the extensive catalog of one of the Gem City's hidden jewels.

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released August 14, 2018

voice – jeffrey bright
6- & 12-string guitars – mitchell swann
bass guitar – luis lerma
drums – jeff keating

initial recording:
produced by the pleasures pale
engineered by gary king
refraze studio
dayton, ohio
1986-1987

additional recording:
san francisco, california
2018

cover design - jeffrey bright

c) 1987 The Pleasures Pale
p) 2018 JABMA
Fugitive Music Publishing / BMI

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The Pleasures Pale Dayton, Ohio

The Pleasures Pale was an influential indie quartet based in Dayton Ohio active from 1985 to 1987. Oft-compared to anglo groups such as The Smiths, TPP's influences can now be read as more diverse — taking cues from postpunk, rockabilly, swing, Motown and Dayton funk. A band for misfits, their extensive, lyric-driven output sought to light a way through the rust belt's post-industrial bleakness. ... more

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