And the Etceteras

by Marshall Holland

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about

Hailing from Salinas, California — the land of Steinbeck, strawberries and spinach — Marshall Holland is a golden state native with an ear for radio-ready melody, and the artistry to turn those melodies into fully realized pop soundscapes.

Growing up on the radio while traversing the state’s coastal agricultural lands on ride-alongs for his grandfather’s fertilizer business must have done something to the boy. Armed with a portable tape recorder, Holland would make recordings of himself singing the hits of the day, which he would later “broadcast” back home in his bedroom.

Thank goodness, he’s still at it. Over the course of his three releases, Holland has perfected his approach to baroque pop hooks with a hovering specter of melancholy—along the lines of the Left Banke or the Three O’Clock—while occasionally rocking enough to put him in the same garage as the Monkees or Weezer.

His new album, “Marshall Holland and the Etceteras” sees the multi-instrumentalist stretching out stylistically and vocally, turning in everything from sing-along numbers (“Take Me,” and “Elise at Least”) to downbeat ruminations (“Fool Me,” “Goodbye September Days”) that are kindred in spirit to the esoteric back pages of the Simon & Garfunkel songbook. There are instrumentals here, too, that juxtapose his three-minute popsongs nicely, adding depth and providing subtle stage directions for each new chapter.

The characters that populate his tunes aren’t the shiny, happy people that seem to exist in too many of today’s indiepop compositions. Things don’t always work out for Holland’s protagonists. They find themselves suddenly lonely, they sleep on the streets, and they navigate uncertainty in a way that suggest their writer might know a thing or two about love, loss and real life.

Cutting his teeth in Sacramento in his early 20s before heading to the Bay Area, Holland found himself in constant demand as a backing musician, playing drums, bass, guitar—whatever was needed—in touring bands and local stalwarts. While it was great experience, he ended up fleeing the scene and setting up shop closer to the coast, where he had more time to cultivate his own songwriting process.

Finding himself with a little more downtime than he bargained for, he started making records on his own, playing all the instruments, designing artwork, and doing whatever it took to get his music heard. Instead of coming off as DIY art projects, Holland’s music never feels anything less than natural and self-realized with a pinch of opulence.

What the press is saying:

“On Marshall Holland's new album, ‘And The Etceteras,’ the San Francisco-based indie singer-songwriter has written some of the most tuneful, irresistibly joyous pop songs you're likely to hear this year. Holland combines the warm, melodic vocals and yearning of '70s power pop with an immediacy that's totally up-to-date.”
—Echo Magazine

“Self-contained and confident, Marshall Holland and the Etceteras has everything working in its favor, from high quality songwriting to dense and disciplined performances. Not an ounce of fat penetrates the material, as the tunes are kept neat and trim. Sounding like a clever cross between the Zombies and Crowded House, with touches of the E-Types, the Cyrkle, and Shoes thrown in for good measure . . .”
—Something Else

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released 14 January 2014

℗ © 2014 Marshall Holland (BMI) / Mystery Lawn Music

All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Recorded and produced by Marshall Holland

All Instrumentation and vocals by Marshall Holland

Recorded in El Sobrante, California

Dedicated to Kevin Kolfage (1955 - 2013)

Sincere thanks to Judy Marie Leighter, Mike Holland, Michelle Hull, Nephew Trevor & Niece Madison, Chris Hull, Cho Cho, The Agents, Michael Brooks, Spenser Thompson, Colin Aiken, Paul Myers, Mark Dawson, Sue Bachner, David Steven Cohen, Beverly Paterson, Bob Wence, and The E-Types.

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Track Name: Take Me
I'll hold me breath along time until I turn to blue
I'll burn the things of mine and do it all for you
I'll drive a hundred miles to get the things you like
And if you have no smile
Then I'd take a hike

I'm not sure I'm done
The love for me has just begun
You know that you should

Take me
I know I'm a mess
But would you agree?
I give you my best

I'll stop this heart of mine
To show you how I feel
Or should I save my breath?
It's up to overkill
I'll do anything to get you what you need
You see me standing here
Can it all be me?

I'm not sure I'm done
The love for me has just begun
You know that you should

Take me
I know I'm a mess
But would you agree?
I give you my best
Track Name: At 65
We start our lives out so gallantly
So young in our hearts and minds
Then we gaze upon our destiny
With a rage of fire in our eyes

That lies so carefully
Each step along the way
It strikes up down within our dreams
And guides us through the day
Some how it all would be worthwhile
Saving up for old in our lives
To build our lives

Struggle along now so patiently
Everyday from 9-to-5
And build a home on broken dreams
That somehow crumbled in the night

All you learned is useless now
To the young man next in line
All you gave is lost somehow
On the corners of your mind

Somehow your life has past you by
Traded it for old at 65

At 65, etc.

Somehow your life has past you by
Traded it for old at 65

At 65, etc.
Track Name: Oh Please
I think I spent my apathy
You knew this right from the start
To take and take is corporate greed
You knew this right from the start

I predicted that the worst was to come
And look at me now
I'd like to take the steps to stardom
But I don't know how

Oh please
Help me if you can
Oh please
Won't you lend a hand
Oh please
I hope you understand
Oh please
Help me if you can

Now Mr. Money's so healthy
I hope he painfully rots
Built and sold his company
He doesn't care if we rot

I predicted that the worst was to come
Do you believe me now?
I'd like to take the steps to stardom
But I don't know how

Oh please
Help me if you can
Oh please
Won't you lend a hand
Oh please
I hope you understand
Oh please
Help me if you can
Track Name: Fool Me
You've got all that power
Only for eight hours
Let me clock-in so I can hear you speak
You passively exist
in all your messages
Between your lines you kill my dignity

I wanna know
Why you can be so cold
Can I turn up the heat?
You play with my head
You scratch my heart
Let's pretend I'm stupid and you're smart

You don't fool me
I played your game
And I know it's pretend

You think you'll prevail
in your little hell
A sick old mind
You fashion pretend peace
I bite the hand that feeds
But I hold back my teeth
I'll save the best for last
And you will see

I wanna know
Why you can be so cold
Can I turn up the heat?
you play with my head
You scratch my heart
Let's pretend I'm stupid
And you're smart

You don't fool me
I played your game
And I know it's pretend
Track Name: To the Scene of Them All
Instrumental
Track Name: Goodbye September Days
I love the way the light looked in September
It's something I remember
As a boy I ran to watch the sunset
And listen to my cassettes

If I can just rewind
And playback in my mind
How playful we were then
September was my friend
So happy after school
We thought we were cool
That time has left a dent
I wonder where it went

I love the way the wind blue on that tuesday
Grey skies were blowing away
That temperature was right and not too chilly
Us kids outside being silly

Playing hide-and-seek
Sometimes I would cheat
Wouldn't count to ten
But I never lost a friend
The memory's a haze
Goodbye September days
I was only nine
September you were mine

I love the way the light looked in September
Track Name: Radio Style
You seemed so depressed when you turned on your radio
I know you felt so abused
Couldn't seem to find that rockstar frequency
Playing your new tune
So you call the DJ and the program director
You had nothing to lose
You told them that rock music gets you revvin' to a brand new day
But they laughed at you

From the FM to the AM
They're all corporate wave
Just blame it on the digital DJ

If you hear my song
Would you tell me so?
And turn up the dial on your stereo?
It's all worthwhile
That radio style

You turn up the music when you go out for a morning drive
You need that rock 'n' roll fix
But you should know you're listening to a signal from a satellite
Owned by conglomerates.
So you tune out, turn off and break of your antenna
Who needs repetitive hits
Syndicated mass control
You better do what you've been
Shout and raise your fist

With cookie-cutter formats it's just a jukebox
So you might swell save your dime 'cause radio's lost

If you hear my song
Would you tell me so?
And turn up the dial on your stereo?
It's all worthwhile
That radio style

Single trough the atmosphere is changing all the people below
With this message and revelation
So put on your sunday shoes and overthrow the stations

f you hear my song
Would you tell me so?
And turn up the dial on your stereo?
It's all worthwhile
That radio style
Track Name: In the Swing of Things
Instrumental
Track Name: Elise at Least
Hey there
Why you so close to the edge?
Mom and dad
Didn't mean what they said
So come down those stairs
Don't cry
The grounding's only a week
Just try
Don't make me call the police
So come down Elise

You're a flower that love bloomed
But plucked from us too soon

Elise at least
Will you tell me what hurts inside?
Elise at least
Will you show me what you had to hide
Girl give yourself some slack
'Cause you could only take it all back
And change their minds

Made the decision and you won't back down
You'll put the guilt right on their head
That neckerchief tied under your chin
It's the sheet from off your bed

You're a flower that love bloomed
But plucked from us too soon

Elise at least
Will you tell me what hurts inside?
Elise at least
Will you show me what you had to hide
Girl give yourself some slack
'Cause you could only take it all back
And change their minds

When I saw you down that hand full of pills
I should've asked what you had to kill inside your mind

Hey there
Why you so close to the edge?
Mom and dad
Didn't mean what they said
So come down those stairs
Track Name: Can I Borrow Your Pillow?
Can I borrow your pillow?
I need to see the faces passing by the street (and not their feet)
Can I borrow your blanket?
Shelter from the rain is nothing new to me (I'm shivering)

I'll lie here for hours
I'll lie next to these flowers
There's no one else to blame
So can you spare some change

I'll take care of your pillow
It's the only thing that's holding back my pain (that still remains)
I'll take care of your blanket
It keeps me safe and warm
I beg you let me stay (by this cafe)

I'll lie here for hours
I'll lie next to these flowers
There's no one else to blame
So can you spare some change

Can I borrow your pillow?
Track Name: The Key of Sea
Instrumental