Physical Science

by PC Muñoz

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Sneak peek of two unmastered tracks and one mastered track from new album, due 3/16/2018

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releases March 16, 2018

Written, arranged, and performed*, and produced by PC Muñoz

*Vocals on "Who Will Bury Me?" and "Betrayed" by Bryan Dyer
*Oboe and English horn on "Falling" by Kyle Bruckmann
*Samples on "Falling" by Willie Samuels
*Electro-accordion on "IWAH" by Ira Kamin

"Ricochet", "Who Will Bury Me?", "Betrayed", and "Physical Science" recorded and mixed by Gabriel Shepard at 25th Street Recording, Oakland, CA

"Rugged Individual","Falling", and "Thank You For Talking to Me Too" recorded and mixed by Willie Samuels at Studio Trilogy, SF, CA

"Fish & Crab" and "Counterfeit" recorded and mixed by PCM at Studio Trilogy, SF, CA

"Bounce" recorded by PCM at Mighty Mig, SF, CA

"IWAH" recorded by Dan Olmos at Ebbesen Studios, Campbell, CA

Design by Hobke

"Physical Science", "Ricochet", "Who Will Bury Me?" originally commissioned by Robert Moses for Robert Moses' Kin 2017 home season "Trick Bags/Trap Doors/Painted Corners" (San Francisco)

"Falling" originally commissioned by Muse Motion Dance for the multimedia dance production "Fall of a Sudden" (Hong Kong)

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PC Muñoz San Francisco, California

PC Muñoz is a recording artist, producer, and drummer based in San Francisco. His diverse body of work includes collaborations across multiple mediums, from GRAMMY-nominated contemporary classical music and modern dance productions to CMJ-charting funk songs and free jazz explorations. His work has been praised by NPR, Performing Songwriter, DownBeat, and many others. Learn more at pcmunoz.com ... more

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Track Name: Who Will Bury Me? feat. Bryan Dyer
"When I'm through burying children, who will bury me?"
Track Name: Rugged Individual (mastered)
My ancestors slit the throat of a Jesuit
300 years later I almost became one.

Ancestors from much more recent times came West in a wagon.
Buckshot, bourbon, hardtack.
Became pioneers in Clayton, California, just across the bridge from San Francisco, at the foot of Mt. Diablo.
Great-Great-Grandfather George created the Chapman Hotel and sired many a child, including my great-grandmother, Lillian.

Warriors, seafarers, renegade lawmen, poets, target shooters, jilted cuckolds, crackerjack explorers.
Suicidal depressives.
Beautiful women.
Rugged individuals.
Survivors.

But times have changed.
Like Chuck D said, "Welcome to the Terrordome."
Duel at high noon, paradigm to paradigm.
No holds barred on the astral plane.
Pack your spiritual six-shooter, you’re gonna need it
There’s a bounty on your soul but you get to choose who takes it
Gotta serve somebody, Zimmy said.
It might be that mammon and it might be the heavens
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

So giddyup little doggies
And ready aim fire
The streets of Laredo are piled with dead bodies
And signs that say KEEP OUT
Go ahead and cry for me Susanna
I ain’t goin to Alabama
‘cause my darling Clementine is right here

Rugged meant tough, principled, determined
Brave and family first
Go your own way when you have to

Then
Barons and flimflam men
Charlatans of the spirit
Play hocus pocus with reality
Change the rules at their whim
Calling it bottom line
To each one's own for every single living creature
And here’s some raggedy bootstraps
If you can’t pull yourself up with 'em
Maybe you can cook ‘em up for stew
The last campfire might be made from the remains of your home

If you have one.

There is only going forward there is no going back
And to paraphrase John Donne no person is an island
no matter how rugged you think you are


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