A Collection of Imperfection

by Kostyn

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Kostyn Here it is! My debut solo EP consists of the first four songs I wrote as a "singer-songwriter" which remained in my live set a year or so later. The whole album is D.I.Y. from the artwork to the mixing and mastering. These are simple and dissonant songs.
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    Included with the tracks and album art are the 7 photos by Danielle "DJ" Maki from our Horror in the Basement shoot which took place on July 30, 2017, and was inspired by horror movies throughout the ages, Nick Cave, Peter Murphy and Bauhaus, Chelsea Wolfe, The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Nosferatu, Suspiria, and of course, Bela Lugosi. These photos would make up the liner notes if this were a physical album.

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The idea for A Collection of Imperfection has been bouncing around in my head since I started writing songs with an acoustic guitar about two years ago. Inspired by the D.I.Y. punk and folk punk scene and various weird and wonderful singer-songwriter friends and musicians I wanted to see if I could take the first four songs I wrote that stayed in my set-rotation, and turn them into an imperfect but listenable EP that I could be proud of and that would successfully demonstrate my ideas (overly-wordy run-on). The theme is in the name: "Imperfection", and I wanted to collect my earliest songs because they are just that. They are simple, often just two or three chords, are too long, and are fairly repetitive. Excluding the very rough sounding, reverbless "Dishfish, man", this was my first attempt at recording, mixing, and mastering and am happy with the result. I am very excited to apply the skills I learned during this process to new projects in the future. Similarly, the album artwork is a drawing I did while working a late evening at a gas station last Summer and while it's not the product of a well-trained, practiced, or read artist; I fell in love with it and its imperfect persistence.

A big BIG thank you to my friends and family who have listened to me talk and workshop the EP for virtually the whole two-year period. Thank you to all of the musicians, promoters and artists who have helped and supported me and who I have shared spaces and stages with over the years including Jacob Wiley, the amazing drummer from the band that started all this, and Frankie Wood, (A.K.A. The Violet Drive) who has taken me with him on many a show and whose solo work has had a large impact on my own (overly-wordy run-on #2). Special thanks to my partner Danielle "DJ" Maki whose help has been invaluable and who took some amazing photos for the "liner notes", and to Des Magee, Shannon Pearson, Owen Swenor, William Preston, and Luke Webster who helped me workshop, produce, mix, and write the EP.

As usual, criticism is welcome, and a donation (via Bandcamp* at the top of this page) would be appreciated for the free download! Feel free to email me at contact@kostyn.ca.

Visit kostyn.ca for all of my future projects, music and otherwise.

Everything written, performed, recorded, mixed, etc. by Kostyn.

*Bandcamp is amazing, I cannot explain how much I love the service they provide to musicians, music fans, podcasters, poets, labels and people in the world of auditory art and entertainment in general. If you say that you will pay $1 or more when you go to download the EP and make a fan account (free & easy) you can follow all of your favourite artists on here and other fans to find music you love. There is also a search function where you can find artists by location or very specific genre (the app is great for this). I could go on forever about Bandcamp but you can read more on the site if you wish, and you can view my fan profile here to see what I mean: bandcamp.com/Kostyn (obviously, no one told me/paid me to say this). Because of all of the reasons listed above, and the "name your price" feature, Bandcamp is fantastic for artists, and I cannot encourage enough you to explore the site more.

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released August 10, 2017

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Kostyn Ontario

My name is Kostyn. I am a student, writer, musician, creator, appreciator.
Here is some music I made.
Some of it will show up reincarnated in other projects, some of it will not. For this reason the songs here will likely be fairly bare.
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I write and sing for The Polar Bear is Mine.
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Track Name: Cooperate
Pen the poem as it appears on the page / Stare awestruck at the blazing stars / You can never escape, but you can see this tiny sliver of our galaxy

How presumptuous we are / To even think to call this this is ours / Can you even imagine what the hell must be just out of our reach?

How can you expect me to just sit here quietly / When there’s a whole Universe inside my head and we all know there’s at least one more outside of it? / But still, you keep me caged / Ask me the same questions every day / But I will not, no / I will not cooperate / I will not cooperate / I will not cooperate

How long does our kind last? / When do the stars collapse? / If you die then you are nothing / And soon will be the day when at last you are forgotten

The Sun engulfs the Earth / And everything is scorched / Billions of years of history long since passed / Nothing left, nothing left, nothing left

And after all that / After the Sun explodes / Everything that once was is dark and cold / The timing is irrelevant when time stops / And the Universe dies

How can you expect me to just sit here quietly / When there’s a whole Universe inside my head and we all know there’s at least one more outside of it? / But still, you keep me caged / Ask me the same fucking questions every day / But I will not, no / I will not cooperate / I will not cooperate / I will not cooperate
Track Name: Barcode Tattoo
Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist

You and I, we’ll set a mattress in front of the record player / You and I, we’ll take off all our clothes / And we’ll put on Radiohead and we’ll just lie there nearly dead / Naked and exposed

Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist
Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist

For hours we can lose ourselves / Just staring at the ceiling and holding hands / I promise that I’ll only get up to restart the album / Or if need be I’ll get us more tea

Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist
Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist

Feel the planet as it spins / Global warming kicks us all in the shins / But for this moment / Nothing but you and I matters anyways

Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist
Oh my love yes I insist / Tattoo this barcode on my wrist / With it we can prove to me and to you for once and for all that I exist
Oh my love yes I exist
Track Name: Stories
Curled under a blanket at night / It was not the heat that kept me warm / With feverish excitement, I’d plunge / To find that I have gills

I find that passion doesn’t last / Often to my own dismay / For that, I must thank my parents / Loving mom and dad

What a strange thought to think about / All that makes them unique / What a strange thought to think about / Everyone thinks

My mother is a raging sea on fire / Cannons quickly loaded, quip and query well researched / And the other hand my father / Logical, reasonable, and quiet

I used to think that I only took after her / Still more like her day by day / But it’s times like these I remember / My father’s in here, he’s just harder to find

What a strange thought to think about / All that makes them unique / What a strange thought to think about / Everyone thinks

We’re so beautifully alone / Yet we’re so tragically together / Who were you at twelve? / Who are you now? / What a novel this would make / What stories we could tell / Tales of adventure, heartache, and sorrow / Fiction with real life mixed in

His wife and kids died in a car crash / She fell in love with her best friend / He has an adorable rescue cat / She writes poetry about a dead uncle / He fought in a war / She stubbed her toe at work / He loves decorating cakes / She’s an ex-bodybuilder / He has a movie review blog / She’s a big vinyl fan / He wants to start to date men / She’s top of her class
Track Name: End of Man
The man looks down at his filthy hands / And he thinks to himself about what he’s become / Nothing spectacular he to himself / Has come about in this life of mine

This beach / This beach is a curse / This beach / This beach is a curse / For better or worse / This beach / This beach is a curse / For better or worse

Wading, is what he decides he will do and he begins to traverse / The long white shore / As he walks, he walks West until his calves begin to burn / And he turns towards the waves and begins to walk again

This beach / This beach is a curse / This beach / This beach is a curse / For better or worse / This beach / This beach is a curse / For better or worse

The water begins to wash over him / As he makes his way into the inky black / There is a point, at which the cold water begins / To feel like silk there’s no light, no tunnel, no shadow, no darkness, just empty

This beach / This beach is a curse / This beach / This beach is a curse / For better or worse / This beach / This beach is a curse / For better or worse