Soul Risin's second full-length release. If you're ready to absorb some kick-ass music, this smoking-hot, dozen-song gem soars across the cosmos of musical styles, jumping from funk to bluegrass before circling around the sun and floating in some pop and even a ballad - it's a real jam! Oh, but there's two bonus tracks, so you actually get 14.
released May 11, 2010
Soul Risin’ is:
Bryan Weinsztok – acoustic guitar / vocals
Jeff Pazer – electric guitar
John Capozzolo – drums / percussion
Adam Fisher – bass guitar / backing vocals
Mike D’Ambrosio – organ / piano
Jim Dunham - percussion
All lyrics by Bryan Weinsztok.
All music by Bryan Weinsztok and Soul Risin’, except Living It Too, music by Bryan Weinsztok, Mike D’Ambrosio and Soul Risin’, and Lovers’ Row, music and lyrics by Bryan Weinsztok (Bryan performs solo). John Capozzolo performs backing vocals on MMMHello.
Produced by Soul Risin’. Recorded at More Sound Recording Studio, Syracuse, New York. Recording Engineer: Brett Walts. Mixed and mastered by Jocko at More Sound Recording Studio – www.moresound315.com
Art Direction: Robyn Jonick.
The Rise would like to thank all of our friends, families and fans who have continued to support this animal we call Soul Risin’ throughout the process of creating The Opposite of Goodbye. It’s been a long time coming, we know, but it’s finally here. While we enjoy creating music for our own self pleasures, we truly do it for you. Without you, we are nothing but a group of guys making noise in an empty room. However, with you at our sides, we will strive to be more, to grow as musicians, and feed off the inspiration you provide each time we set foot, hands to instruments, before you. Also, many thanks to all those “rooms” who have allowed us to enter and do what we love to do. Thanks for trusting your walls to us. To all, we truly look forward to continuing to Rise together for many, many years to come. - SR
Copyright 2010 Bryan Weinsztok & Soul Risin’
No one likes poachers. But then again, no one ever appreciates elephants in rooms. So, where does the alliance fall? Who comes out alive? “Surely this won’t work,” both think. Out of this cube of walls perhaps an amicable energy will develop, and the poacher sees the ivory before him for what it truly represents. He embraces its rarity and magnificence, and finds himself pondering the blood trail he’s now left behind. The elephant is slain. Around one’s neck, far to his west, one sheds a tear for the gift they receive. Whether they cry of joy, not realizing the larger of what’s left behind, or weep for the great beast, the gift is accepted graciously, a spark of dignity towards the soul of the creature, while east another scar forms deep within the poacher’s heart. He was the elephant; we lived as poachers. This is his long goodbye, and now we RISE.