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UnStuck

by Tristan Heinicke

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1.
An empty bench with 2 people on it (Unstick, Unwind, Untangle) A distant voice Far from beyond. Imagine you stand at the top of a great mountain It isn’t fear, but vastness of nature that stands before you Nothing is wrong with you. You cannot fear a future you have never imagined Into it you shall grow you shall grow You shall grow and you shall find yourself in your own wings And move upwards A few feet at a time Unstick me. Unwind me. Untangle me. A distant Voice Far from beyond Nothing is wrong With you I shall grow on A few feet at a time Put the lid back where it came from. Where it belongs. Where do you put the top when you’re not using it? Does it disappear? Is it lost? You shall be tended to by a merciful gardener Skeptically, you accept this punishment For you do not know that you shall bear your own fruit You stand at the very bottom of this mountain. It’s whatever my perceived sense of judgement reveals Whatever that unlocks I’ve just gotten really good at not being in that space Whenever you return to that space it feels like it’s all untwisting Like that’s what’s right, and everything else you’ve been feeling, some sort of happiness of validation or whatever purpose it is… (inaudible) I know it’s not true it just feels like it I wish you didn’t have to be here for it I wish that It simply wasn’t a thing for me And. (Hah) When I step out of this room I’m just going to be woefully embarrassed and feel I just wasted a ton of time (Inaudible) If I did it I’m really sorry I leave chocolate all over my face The number has nothing to do with the size Just that it’s come after 5,627 others Then write all of this shit down Attempt to move myself out of the hole Or at least a few feet upwards So I did it for you
2.
The Ice 04:26
3.
Betz 04:41
4.
Splicce 17:12
5.
Winds 06:20
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Tunnels 07:25
9.
Poem 08:27
The Beginning Was the End all along

about

This is a message that is both a letter to my future self, and the tellings of a time traveler.

I have fully experienced the years of Fall 2017 to Spring of 2020. It began the moment I arrived at university to when I decided to take my life home for one final time. It was a full frontal assault on life, a time full of love, loss, hopeless mistakes, unending laughter, 85 identical white dining hall mugs and 3 a day of sin. It was still a liquid presence to me, something that was constantly in the midst of its own soup. Now is when it becomes solid, this life marker becoming a part of me, instead of being me.

This time planted my seeds in who I am, and no matter what that will never be taken away from me. I have bundled up my life exactly as it is in this moment and to share it is to give it away to you. Giving it to you, dear listener, means It is no longer mine, as now I am free to begin again.

Having bore my own fruit of knowledge, been banished from my own sanctuary, been chewed up, spit out, I have now sprouted my musical and lifelical sapling. It is mine. Take it or leave it, this is me now.

credits

released May 22, 2020

Tristan Heinicke: Compositions, Programming, Piano, Guitar, Drums, Bass, Vocals, Poems, Cover Art

Track 5: Winds:
Rachel Mellis: Flute
Jesse Morrison: Viola
Christina Montes Mateo: Harp
Adam Borecki: Recording
Excerpts from writings from my Dad
Thank you Sean Friar with your direction

Thank you Mom for being on my side
Thank you dad for understanding.
Thank you Ella for being a human personification of sunshine
Thank you to everybody I beat over the head with some of these recordings while I was making them.
Thank you Spencer Lemann for letting me borrow your microphone.
Thank you Ethan Moffitt for letting me use your fancy schmancy preamps as an oven.





As we shiver walking back from the beach, a final voice I hear behind me
A distant, unbeknownst, but familiar voice
silhouetted by moonlight upon an obsidian ocean

I love you.
I am here for you. I am with you always and I love you more than you could ever know.
The tears came down my face as I fell to my knees before them.
Thank you for this life

Faceless. Nameless. Naked. A figure of radiant light at which I am but a shadow
that fades away.
The face of God that lives behind the mere fabric you’ve given me.
Nameless as the place you came from before you were born.
When naked, when unclothed, light will find a way.

This is the swan song of saying goodbye.
This is the swan song of wanting to die.
This is the swan song of a mother goose

The sea of foam sculptures in the sky amidst fields
The orange plumes upon the Arizona Desert.

As the Moon slowly rises
they aren’t near me
The glass rainbow suspended in the twilight shines down on me
And sets behind the rolling hills as I float behind the wheel
Back to where I came from
Back Home

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Tristan Heinicke Seattle, Washington

I am Tristan. I am from Earth and make music, art, and distractions. If you're reading this, I'm probably off in the middle of nowhere.

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