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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