LINER NOTES
Actual Size is an angora sweater with one sleeve
too long. It's that national holiday you celebrate in August, a
gut feeling etched in wax. It's more than a satisfying song session
with a modern one-man band. It's the distillate of a man who presents
an array of emotions. Heyman isn't an angry young man, or an innocent
man, bossman, travelin' man, ramblin' man, or even a macho man.
Simply, he's a Heyman. Consistency is a rare thing in any performer,
and Heyman maintains a high standard of music integrity. The artist
hasn't been around a long time, but his topics have. Sadness, frustration,
loneliness, optimism and pessimism, all at once. The art of capturing
sound and making the transfer to a disc is no easy task. Heyman
does it with enthusiasm and a distinctive flair. We hope that Actual
Size will catalyze the breakdown of molecular hardness around us,
and spark a rediscovery of the joy found in inspired melodies linked
with lyrics that hit home.
The needle touches down on Side One. The frolic
of I'm That Kind of Man is the declaration of independence that
injects the body with momentary exhilaration, before the hatching
of a lost soul. Of this track Heyman says, "It's one of those
guitar songs where you just lay two fingers across the neck and
twitch." To keep things spontaneous the lyrical images in the
chorus were ad-libbed while recording the lead vocal. A press roll
on the snare drum ushers in Hoosier, a ballad with layer-cake harmonies
and more than a nod of respect for a love gone by. This song was
written for a first girlfriend whose nickname happen to be, for
reasons unknown, Hoosier. Then Richard digs in his heels with the
clear vision of When Giants Fall. "To the wise men of this
sphere/Is there one who can truly hear?/Through the madness to the
haunted call/Then you'll be standing when the giants fall."
Here is a call to arms -- of common sense and intelligent thought.
The drag of a cigarette, the gulp of dark bourbon,
the searing hand cramp at four in the morning. All are products
of life-consuming additions. Heyman's is songwriting, and like the
playwright who uses life experience and the people he knows and
loves as his characters, Heyman sees stanzas and notes in the objects
and personalities around him. The Gallery was a .dark phantom who
visited during the night, the result of swallowing music and regurgitating
a melody which drove a tired body out of bed and overcame darkened
obstacles to arrive at the black and white oasis known as a keyboard.
We're all kind of like the Masquerader Man, skulking
through the days in search of a goal. For love? For acceptance?
The search seems fruitless and the Masquerade continues. (We all
want to damn the New York Post; Heyman does it.) Ending this set
is Special Love which Heyman calls his "upbeat folk ballad
of lament." With a distinctly Mediterranean flavor, the tune
encircles and envelopes the senses. It is sad, or happy, but the
special love is never fleeting.
Actual Size is a gift. A gift box of time, tired
in a red ribbon of music, and wrapped in a cellophane symphony of
celebration.
The card reads Love, Rich and Nancy.
-- John Moore
TRACKS:
1. I'm That Kind Of Man
Backing vocals: Nancy Leigh
2. Hoosier
Organ: Nancy Leigh
Electric Guitar: Nick DiFabbio
3. When Giants Fall
4. The Gallery
Backing Vocals: Nancy Leigh
5. Masquerader Man
Backing Vocals: Nancy Leigh
Bass: Steve Cohen
6. Special Love
CREDITS:
Produced by R.X. Heyman, Nancy Leigh, and Nick DiFabbio
Recorded September, 1985 at DiFab Studios and New
Breed Studios, N.Y.C.
R.X. Heyman - acoustic and electric guitars, keyboards,
bass, drums, and vocals (except where noted)
Engineer - Nick DiFabbio
Engineers at New Breed - Stewart Lerman and David
Kumin
Mastered at the Master Cutting Room by Joe Brescio
Photography - Nancy Leigh
Wire Sculptures - Bob Springer
All Songs by Richard X. Heyman, ©1985
Jacket made in Canada
Thanks Mike L., Mike C., Sue and Andy
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