IN LOVING MEMORY OF TAYLOR HAWKINS
The year was 1993. The band that would become known as ANYONE had been founded by Riz Story, Taylor Hawkins and Jon Davison a few years earlier and after numerous line-up changes and various band names the group had settled into a state of balance and had made much progress in finding the sound that would eventually be known as MAXIMUM ACID.
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The group had settled on the name SYLVIA in honor of poet Sylvia Plath. The name wouldn't last long, but what was more important was that the band had found a clear direction. The push and pull between Riz Story's extremely progressive/experimental direction had blended with Taylor Hawkin's primal rock n' roll influences, resulting in a new breed of progressive acid rock. It was Taylor who insisted on the addition of guitarist Sean Murphy. Taylor acknowledged that Riz was the premiere guitar virtuoso in the OC music scene, but he felt that Riz's playing was too technical and gave the band an almost fusion sound. But it was Taylor's discovery of Riz's ability on the electric bass that tipped the scale.
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Story recalls the moment clearly: "We'd been jamming in Taylor's garage and Juano (Jon Davison) had to leave rehearsal early. On a whim I picked up the bass and began to play. Taylor joined in and we became a rhythm section for the very first time. Sparks began to fly immediately. That afternoon we played for hours, discovering a chemistry that was as natural as it was inspired. The thing was that I was able to follow Taylor anywhere he went. I said, play anything you want... I'll follow you there. And I was able to stick to him like glue no matter how radically he would change it up. He was totally free to go crazy and explore, and I would be right there with him."
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It would be some time before Jon Davison left the band leaving an opening in the bass position, but Taylor had already decided that he wanted Riz on bass. It was Taylor who would use his job at the local music store to supply Riz with a bass guitar and amplifier. Opportunity struck when Taylor had taken in a black Rickenbacker 4001 on trade and saw to it that the bass, a perfect replica of the model that RUSH's Geddy Lee had made famous, wound up in Riz's hands.
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Sean Murphy's guitar style was much more rock n' roll than Riz's approach. Drawing heavily from Hendrix, Murphy brought an atmospheric psychedelia to the sound that took the band closer to Hawkin's vision for the group. Murphy also brought his songwriting abilities to the table, an aspect that Riz readily embraced. Riz recalls, "It was Sean who brought in some of the most memorable riffs of the early material. Songs that would become ANYONE favorites, like 'Giving Thrill's' and 'Real' were based on Murphy riffs." The band lineup was solid and it was time to make a new demo recording.
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The band entered PlasticMeltdown Recording Studios in San Clemente, California and began working with Engineer/Producer Brent Hoffenberg. The studio was far from state of the art but provided adequate sophistication to capture the budding bands sound. Riz had amassed much studio experience and helmed the sessions competently enough to produce the music with a surprising level of sound quality.
Taylor laid his tracks first. There was no click track used, just the band playing live, following Taylor's fierce drum attack. Next Riz would lay his distorted bass tracks, tightly merging with Taylor's playing in a way that few rhythm sections could. The foundation was solid and fertile ground for Murphy to decorate with his atmospheric guitar stylings. And finally came Riz's trademark lead vocals and Taylor's backing vocals. The resulting music was a close replica of the bands live sound and stands the test of time to a surprising degree.
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30 years later we can experience this forgotten sonic time capsule and marvel at the bands unique vision and raw power. With both Murphy's and Hawkin's recent untimely deaths Riz Story has taken on this labor of love, meticulously restoring and remixing the 30 year old recording and offering it to the world as a loving tribute to his deceased band mates.
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Riz Story sums up his feelings on 'The Sylvia Sessions' Thusly:
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"It was a miracle that the tapes didn't crumble in the machine after so many years and I'm thankful that Brent Hoffenberg was able to salvage them. Tears began to flow the moment I heard Taylor's voice counting in 'Dear Sylvia' and Sean's voice teasing me between takes. It was as if I was transported back in time to this moment when we were a brotherhood.
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Taylor asked me many times over the years to release the music we had recorded, but I was reluctant, dismissing it as juvenilia. To honor Taylor's wish I have painstakingly restored, remixed and remastered this album so that you, the millions of admirers of Taylors talents, can hear him at his youngest and most exuberant. It was a labor of love.
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I present this album as a tribute to these two great artists that for a moment in time were my band, best friends and my brothers. I love you guys and I hope that wherever you are you'll be proud of this music that we created together."
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Taylor Hawkins - Riz Story - Sean Murphy
1993 - Plastic Meltdown Records, San Clemente, California
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ALBUM CREDITS
Originally Recorded in 1993
Produced by Riz Story
Engineered by Brent Hoffenberg and Riz Story
Mixed and Mastered by Riz Story (2022)
Riz Story – Vocals, Bass, Keys, Acoustic Guitar, Lead Guitars (Real)
Taylor Hawkins – Drums, Backing Vocals (Mommy)
Sean Murphy – Guitars
Guest Musician – Brendan Murphy (Rhythm Guitar “Real”)
Recorded at PlasticMeltdown Records, San Clemente, California.
All titles written by Riz Story except “Real” and “Sister Someone”, written by Riz Story and Sean Murphy.
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Lyrics by Riz Story
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LYRICS​
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Peace Love and Toxic
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This is the ecstasy of toxic and dream
I'd like to know if real is what you seem
The clever chef is crying over spilt milky way
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Toxic! Toxic!
Peace, love, toxic, toxic!
Peace, love.. yea.
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This is a beautiful toxic and dream
We swallow fantasies and choke on the real
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Peace, love toxic.. Toxic!
Peace, love, toxic... Toxic!
Peace, love... Toxic!
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The clever chef is in the kitchen
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
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Peace love and you're beautiful
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Toxic!
Beautiful!
Love!
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Peace love and you're beautiful
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The clever chef announces dinner
Take your place in the rat race
He peels of a rubbish of human rind
Eyes of eyes are as lost as you'll find
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Peace love and toxic
Peace, love and you're beautiful
Peace, love and you're ecstasy
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Sister Someone
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Sister - Beautiful
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Sister says 'toxic'
Sister feels curious
Ooh she's a pin prickly skin take a bow
We worshipped our Julia
But her backs to us now
Sister feels beautiful
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And I don't know if her Romeo's the seed
And I don't know if her flowers are free
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Beautiful
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Sister says 'toxic'
Sister feels furious
Ooh she's a cinch, panty pinch take a bow
We made little christians but their backs to us know
Sister feels beautiful
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And I don't know if her Romeo's the seed
And I don't know if her flowers are free
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And I don't know if her Romeo's the seed
And I don't know if her flowers are free
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Dear Sylvia
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Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
pray for a day in the coming of spring
when ginger snapdragons will fly
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Come around the outside there's a trip that I'd love you to feel
It's the coming of spring, and the poet says it's a big deal
And the cinnamon wig's on your head so full of surprise
There's a trace of doubt in your head and I'm bent on making it lies
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So many people will never know
So many people will never know
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Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
pray for a day in the coming of spring
when ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
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Did i mention the sale on Dr. Kavorkian's machine?
When the angel of thrust invaded my suicide scene
A Shakespearian girl cried a tear when the whales were all gone
There's a trace of doubt in your head and I'm bent on turning it on
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So many people will never know
So many people will never know
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Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
pray for a day in the coming of spring
when ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
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And the company fair
Sings my baby blue
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And the Juliet's pearl on the oyster that's spreading so wide
Hides a mannequin's skin, on the floor a banana peel slide
In addition to love there's so many instincts to go
There's a trace of a doubt in your head and I'm bent on letting it show
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So many people will never know
So many people will never know, no!
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Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
pray for a day in the coming of spring
when ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
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Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
pray for a day in the coming of spring
when ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
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And the company fair
Sings my baby blue
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Mommy
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Dream if you could a suicide someone
And dreams will all fade away as dreams often do
And mommy can't chase away the panty pinch perverts
The cold day and the fade away will swallow you whole
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Drown in your ocean
I'll be there beside you
And no one will miss us at all
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Mommy!
Throw me a line boys
Mommy!
Reach me in time... boys
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Boys
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Dream if you would one Chester Molester
kneels all in pantomime in the congress of the pigs
Mommy can't chase away the panty pinch pregnant
Waiting in embryo in pussy's warm box
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Drown in your ocean
I'll be there beside you
No one will miss us at all
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Mommy!
Throw me a line boys
Mommy!
Reach me in time... boys
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Boys
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Drown in your ocean
I'll be there beside you
And no one will listen at all
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Drown in your ocean
I'll be there beside you
No one will miss us at all
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Dream if you will we've become wasted
At Sunday's dull charity that rings at the door
I spoke to your faith when your cynic was still sleeping
And pro-life blew another wife with a hanger on the wire
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Drown in your ocean
I'll be there beside you
And no one will miss us at all
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Mommy!
Throw me a line boys
Mommy!
Reach me in time... boys
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Boys
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Mommy!
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Reach me in time... boys
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Real (Bonus Track)
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Can you tell me what's real in this world?
Can you tell me what's real in this world?
I can't wait to go under
I can't wait to go in
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I... I don't know
Which side you're on
But it better be real
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Can you tell me what's real cuz I don't know?
Can you tell me what's real cuz I don't know?
I'm beginning to wonder
I can't wait to go in
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I... I don't know
Which side you're on
But it better be real
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I... I don't know
Which side you're on
But it better be...
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Just say what you feel
Just say what you feel
Just say what you feel
What you feel
And it better be real
It better be real
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Can you tell me what's real in this world?
Can you tell me what's real in this world?
I can't wait to go under
I can't wait to go in
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Won't you tell me what's real in this world?
Won't you tell me what's real in your world?
I'm beginning to wonder
I can't wait to go in
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