EXCOMMUNICATION (2019)

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TRACKLISTING

01 Excommunication I
02 Excommunication II
03 Excommunication III
04 Excommunication IV
05 Excommunication V
06 Excommunication VI
07 Excommunication VII
08 Excommunication VIII
09 Excommunication IX
10 Excommunication X
11 Excommunication XI
12 Excommunication XII


TOTAL TIME: 56 MINUTES

SUMMARY

This album is about two ideas, one being the surreal experience of being banished, and the other a sensation of what it's like to truly not understand reality that comes about from the previous. These are sincere ideas, and sincere songs.

Recorded in Seattle, Washington from 2007 - 2008, and San Antonio, Texas at Studio 1927 from 2017-2019

LH - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keys, Drums, Samples

Lyrics, Music, Concept and Artwork by LH

Production by Thee Hef

© 2008-2019 Les Heifner

AVAILABLE IN MAY 2019

Album NOtes

Where does one begin when describing a traumatic, life-altering mental and emotional catastrophe? How does one say it quickly? I’ll say that I got a new family in 2006/2007. It changed my life for the better, and things seemed fine. They seemed great! I was in love, and I got married. It was a very closely-knit family who spent virtually all their time together. I became part of that. It was unusual in that I felt like I was “settling down into a family” but I was perfectly accepting of it. I could still probably be in a rock band too. Maybe. Things were fine until December 2007.

Within a very short period of time, (in an afternoon) and with no warning, no legitimate or verifiable justification, I was dropped and abandoned by this new family. Not only was it unexpected, unprovoked and unjustified, but no actual reason was given. It was cruel and distinctively vitriolic. It was abusive. I still don’t understand how a small group of people who had been so kind and accepting of me could turn around so suddenly. What didn't help was my instantly forgiving and curious nature. I thought there was just a misunderstanding, since I hadn't done anything wrong. "This can be fixed." It couldn't.

The last month of 2007 pushed me to the brink of desperation for any kind of normalcy. My friends had all moved away. I'd been away from my family for ages. I felt alone. I felt like a burden to the new friends who had accepted me in the disruption of that month. I sold my car for $100 and flew to Seattle on Christmas Eve with a backpack, a bag of clothes and an apartment temporarily on loan in the U-District.

A friend who had agreed to meet up with me in Seattle and get me a job stopped answering the phone. Sitting at my laptop, that first night, I recorded the first track of this album. I ran out of money within 3 days. I was living in a University District apartment, with rent expected in January. I was going to food pantries. It was freezing. The shower was broken and I couldn’t take a hot shower. I met some unlikely allies. Folks from two local churches were immensely helpful. I was offered soundboard and bass guitar duties at the Seattle Vineyard. I graciously accepted a guitar and pedal on loan from the musical director and within a month I was pretty much done with this record.

These tracks were my initial reactions to these events. They were my therapy. This record is an example of pure, raw emotion being forced into waveforms. I still don't have a legitimate answer for what happened to me. These were my first songs in Seattle. While recording continued, I was trying to get my family to communicate in any positive way towards me, and that was a black hole. I couldn't get "just any" job because I was "overqualified." In desparation of getting nothing at all, I started omitting advanced work history. This left restaurants and blank spaces on my applications. Towards the end of this being recorded, I was finally working at a local burger joint, cutting produce, frying up burgers and working the register. I was literally asking "Do you want fries with that?" But I had a job.

And a new chapter of my life began. It's not as easy as it sounds, but it did begin.

- LH
January, 2019

Special Thanks to Seattle Vineyard, David Zucker, Becca, Angel, Barry and everyone else who figuratively and literally picked me up from the ground.