My new record, "Pale Moon Rise," will be available for digital purchase exclusively through myspace on July 29th, and availabe shortly on itunes and cdbaby.com.  I will only be printing a minimal amount of CD's for cdbaby and shows.  They will not be professionaly printed.  They will be burnt, packaged, and signed by me (Yes I know...settle down, a chance for my autograph, wooohooo. The sarcasm is thick).

Here are the record credits and Thank you's:

Thanks to Jon Timm and Amanda Fackrell, possibly the nicest people EVER for putting up with me tracking at their apartment and habitually asking way too much of them, Brian Wollen for engineering the drums in the ridiculously freezing cold and sticking it out through rehearsals, Mike Aliotti who also put up with mass amounts of cold weather and rehearsals, David Negus for supplying us with a crazy drum tracking room, all the musicians who graciously contributed their unbelievable creative talent without any qualms or complaints, Thaddeus Moore for mixing this project in such a short amount of time, Rachel Thayer for her amazing work on the cover, my supportive parents, and anyone else who helped this record come about that I am possibly forgetting (don't you feel special).

Musicians:

Tyler Fortier: acoustic and 12-string guitars, electric guitar, piano, rhodes, shaker, hand claps, harmonicas, vocals

Brian Wollen: bass and electric guitar

David Negus: pedal steel and electric guitar

Mike Aliotti: drums

Jon Timm: shaker, tambourine, hand claps, rhodes

Nick Cangie: keys

Cory Goldman: banjo

Tricia Buzzard: violin

Joey Howe: cello

Evan Churchill: trumpet

Devin Wright: saxaphone

Amanda Fackrell: vocals

Rachel Thayer: vocals

Produced by Tyler Fortier

Engineered by Jon Timm, Bryan Wollen, and Tyler Fortier

Mixed by Thaddeus Moore at Sprout City Studios in Eugene, Oregon

Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering in Lincoln, Nebraska

All songs written by Tyler Fortier except "Whiskey Blues," by Tyler Fortier and Mitch Kochis

Pale Moon Rise Tracklisting:

1. On His Way

2. Where The Sky Turns Grey

3. Pale Moon Rise

4. It Means Everything

5. She Ain't Your Girl

6. When He Rides

7. Whiskey Blues

8. The Nameless Wanderer

9. More Than I Know

10. Time Keeps On Movin'

11. Over Indulgence And Time To Kill

 I sit in the winter and watch the condensation on the window build like "it" has something to prove.  I look into the night, but the frost has become a barricade of invisibility.  No moon.  No stars.  No sky. Nothing.  I spend the night drinking the cheapest bottle of wine I could find at Safeway (SeaRidge, Merlot 2005. $3.86). Not bad.  The night is all I have at the moment.  Comfort comes in small measured quantities: content. That’s it.  Then it’s gone.  Content measures my minutes.  Content measures my mood.  Content measures the way I sit and sip cheap wine.  I travel from thought to thought, from song to song.  "The Stranger" spins, the needle to vinyl, the vinyl to amplification…somehow sound makes its way through the speakers and into my ears.  I’m killing time, permanently.  Stuck somewhere in the ether, watching and waiting.  Wheels spin in neutral, uphill trek, downward fall.  Candle light dances, creating a tango between shadows and the wall, though the shadows only want to sleep. Tonight, fire can’t help but dance and shadows don’t have a choice.  END OF RECORD.  Get up.  Browse.  Swap.  Listen.  Elmore James sings, "shake your moneymaker, you gotta shake your money maker," I laugh.  I think about my place in history.  I am a product of society.  I am a product of "my" time.  Where do I stand?  (Not in my own biography, but in the world’s history) We often forget about the differences between biography and history; about the timeline in which we are apart of.  The clock keeps counting, even though I know that the clock I’m looking at is 7 minutes ahead of "all" the other clocks in my apartment.  I’m looking at it, so it must be true.  I am consistently stuck in the past, living in the present; thinking about the future. The place I currently am is always the place I think I should be.  The place I currently am, is always questioning the past.  These two statements should not be able to co-exist, yet they live and breathe, and exist. The night is all I have at the moment; the night is gone before I know it.

...to kill time... .... ....I’m sick of logic.  Sick, like literally ill. I just threw up in my mouth a little and I don’t care about the problem incommensurability and I don’t care about rules for quantified logic or postulates of the system and I don’t care about Mill’s methods or Royce’s Theorem.  What am I talking about you say and I say "what? oh, oh nothing, am I unconsciously typing again?  That’s so awkward, where is my head at?"  (regrouping, gathering relevance to grandiose schemes of life.....)

...to kill time... .... ...The new record is going _______ (somewhat to moderately exciting)  I believe 14 or so..maybe 16 songs are recorded and by recorded I mean, as of this point they are skeletons equiped with essential organs but have yet to develop flesh, and hair, and eye balls (quite possibly the weirdest and disturbing analogy I have conjured).  Banjo and violin are scheduled to be tracked the 20th and 21st-ish, electric guitars and pedal steel on the 26th and 27th-ish.  And I’m recording some new piano tunes in Bend, OR the 22nd and 23rd-ish.

5 Songs I’ve been digging this month:

Oh wait, I don’t listen to music anymore.  I’m too busy writing god damn pointless papers and recording god damn useless songs. (deep breath, deep breath, breathe, compose yourself, breathe) .....and I’m done.

11 drum tracks were recorded last night without a hitch...and in record time I might add.  It was fun, but freakishly cold because there wasn't really any heat in the large shed and circus tent that held us. Today I will record vocals and acoustic guitar. I will sing like an angel.  An angel who is pissed off at the world.  An angel who drank too much whiskey, forgot where his car was parked, lost his cell phone, and accidentally got his feet wet in a puddle. But not really.  I don't know what I'm talking about.  It's early, I shouldn't be up. I'm going to go make some scramby eggs.

Here are some pics from last night...

on second thought...I can't figure out how to put pictures on this thing...

HOw embarassing...

I'll put them in my pictures and make a nice new little folder for them

Drums for my new album were supposed to be recorded tonight and tomorrow but needless to say...they are not.  Such is the story of my life.  Drum recording is postponed due to the fact that: 1. two microphones that were supposed to arrive in the mail last week are a no show and 2. I'm sick, feel like poo, can't move, think I might have strep. I'm hungry (but can't eat), and my fingers hurt. Yes, my fingers hurt. (WAH)

Drums will be recorded thursday Feb. 14th (keeping my proverbial fingers crossed)....post script...that is fucking valentines day...so that probally isn't going to work, what with all the hot dates I have planned(sorry ladies). No but serious I didn't realize that it was valentines day when I just made these plans (I really don't have anything going on but I'm sure Mike(AKA the drummer) has plans because women want him and men want to be him. Well things are falling a part during my little free-write and now I'm flustered. I'm flustered and my fingers hurt (refer to above paragraph).

Well maybe these new songs will never be recorded. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. OR maybe I should just stop being so god damned impatient because it's not that big of a deal.

Love,

Tyler

post post script: Some songs that are rockin' my face off in this fine month of February:

Bob Dylan-Memphis Blues Again

Bad Religion- I Want to Conquer the World

Jackson Browne- I'm Alive

Counting Crows-Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

Bill Joel- All About Soul

My new record is going to be a mix of blues, folk, country, and rock and roll.  Very very different but not too different (it makes sense) and a lot better than anything else I've recorded (everyone says that, it's probally just as bad but right now I enjoy my state of denial).Think Tom Petty and Jackson Browne found a way to procreate, had babies named Bruce and Ryan who group up to make friends with a man named Mr. Fogerty and a one Jackie Greene whilst splashing around in Muddy Waters (that's a play on words)........you dig?

tidbits to blow your mind:

Drums are scheduled to be tracked the first week of Feburary...

About 25 new songs are going to be recorded...

4 songs have already been tracked but aren't quite done...

I'm not wearing any underwear...

These songs probally won't be done till 2011 because I can only work on it once a week.