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Exclaim Magazine Review of Nesting:By Nereida FernandesWith his fourth release, Birmingham, AL's Jesse Payne is ascending that much closer to the top of the ranks of contemporary bearded folksters. With subtle shifts of rhythm and instrumentation coexisting alongside tufts of modern sounding whirrs, Nesting is the breathtaking result of organic and manufactured nuances melding into a consistent whole. It reveals the work of a dedicated musician who has poured his soul into every detail. Opening track "Manhattan Project" exemplifies the emotional pull of the record. Framed by gentle finger picked notes, softly palpitating drum beats and quiet cymbal taps, haunting "oohs" come in then recede like murky waves breaking over Payne's affecting vocals. The fireside intimacy of "Wes Anderson," the Joseph Arthur-styling of "Ramble We Hang" and Payne's nod to Laurel Canyon on the sprightly "Conversations" are all highlights, while songs like "Scripting Carolina" and "Yards of Paint" will have you humming their choruses for days. Nesting isn't an album you casually visit; it is home to an artist that compels you to stay awhile.
(Capture)

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JP

"Work is life, you know, and without it, there's nothing but fear and insecurity."
John Lennon

Day 15 of Nesting

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--JP

"The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity: nothing is better than simplicity."

--Walt Whitman

Day 14 of Nesting

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Heavy Cotton Hands

(by Jesse Payne)

Cautious wheels

strongbox stove

shallow creek

drown my bones

Yeah we’ll try to keep the lids closed

Yeah we’ll try to keep the lids closed

A crippled roof

leaks the swell

on humble eyes

empty shelf

A glass embrace behind your couch falls

we tell ourselves

Heavy cotton hands hold us

Yeah we’ll try to keep the lids closed

Yeah we’ll try to keep the lids closed

Heavy cotton hands hold us

"Peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more arduous."

--George Bernard Shaw

Day 13 of Nesting

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"A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life."

--Charles Darwin

Day 12 of Nesting

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My Autumn Chair

(by Jesse Payne)

I know I sold you out

pushed by a watch

all rivers swing

until the harvest drought

under the crest of canvas heights

You were my autumn chair

calm and creakin’

If our hands could heal

would you golden the fall

to shoulder the air

or turn on your brightest wheel

hollowed by truth

your dust needs room

You were my autumn chair

calm and creakin’

You were my autumn chair

calm and creakin’

"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how."

--Friedrich Nietzsche

Day 11 of Nesting

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The Preacher and the Horsehead

The Preacher’s eyes roll back into his head. He raises his hands to the sky. “Heavy cotton hands hold us,” he repeats to the woman in front of him. Maniacal and hungry, he pleads to his devoted audience, “Before the world ends, heavy cotton hands hold us.” The crowd cheers. He then closes his book with his final “Amen” and turns to walk back inside the church.

It’s been a long day in the summer sun and he has been looking forward to some air conditioning. Through the doors and down a long hollow hallway, he rushes to his office. He knows that it will only be a matter of time before the call. After tonight, science and religion will finally find their way towards each other.

At exactly 7:15pm the phone rings. The Preacher allows his anxiety to answer. “Hello,” he demands. “Uh huh... uh huh ... I will meet you there at midnight. Has anything changed with the information?... Yes, I understand, see you then.” He can feel his body start to cool down as he sits at his desk. Nothing can stop the plan now.

His eyes open to the sound of papers rustling. A bit dazed from his nap, he let’s his eyes wonder around the room. “Where is that noise coming from?,” he asks himself. There it is again. He shouts with a trembling voice, “Who’s there?” No one answers. The Preacher rushes to his office door. It is now 11:27pm. The door is jarred.

Frantically, the Preacher attempts to open the door but fails. A strange gas begins to billow in from beneath it. The Preacher feels faint. “You have stolen our money for science,” a strange voice declares from the hallway. “You will not live to steal our hearts.” Footsteps quickly become silence.

The Preacher’s sight begins to blur as he falls to the ground. Still holding on to consciousness, the Preacher grasps for air. The window breaks as a silhouette enters. The Preacher panics but cannot move. The hands of the silhouette grab the Preacher and force a gas mask around his face. Through the goggles the Preacher notices a startling image. A horsehead? A human body? The creature makes eye contact with the Preacher. Then disappears.

--JP

2010

“If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself.”

--Henry Ford

Day 10 of Nesting

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Capture Music and Jesse Payne present Nesting's National Release

BOTTLETREE SHOW: DEC. 10, 2010

w/ El Cantador, Johnny Apple Eyes, and special guest Chad Fisher

Ramble We Hang

(by Jesse Payne)

Doorbells faint through the wall

our neighbors...

Undercut the time that we know

Everywhere we go, Ramble we hang

Everywhere we go, Ramble we hang

Voices jump from the fence

Can’t you hear the dog scream the sad, sick truth?

Everywhere we go, Ramble we hang

Everywhere we go, everywhere we go

Engines burn down the road

Bookshelves become our dust, we know

Everywhere we go, Ramble we hang

Everywhere we go, Ramble we hang

"Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration."

--Kahlil Gibran