The physical album in a compact disc form. It is housed in a 6 panel eco-pack that includes an introduction, photos, & a lyrics booklet.
Includes digital pre-order of How A Stranger Is Made.
You get 3 tracks now
(streaming via the free Bandcamp app
and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the
complete album the moment it’s released.
shipping out on or around October 4, 2019
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Pre-order of How A Stranger Is Made. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
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releases October 4, 2019
$10USD or more
An 11x17 poster of the album cover shot by Kelly Merchant. Designed and edited by Fredo Viola.
How A Stranger Is Made is the second studio album by Luis Mojica. The record was recorded at The Old Dutch Church in Kingston, NY as well as at Split Rock Studios in New Paltz, NY by Jason Sarubbi. It features 11 piano-based songs that incorporate the wurlitzer, celesta, harpsichord, organ, saxophone, percussion and a rich texture of backing vocals that display Luis' wide 3+ octave vocal range.
This record follows Luis' journey into the deep parts of his mind and heart, as he faces and transforms unresolved pain into bliss and freedom. Sexuality, male identity, betrayal, love, and spirituality, particularly shamanism, are consistent themes on the record. The songs are very personal, as if taken from the artist's personal journals.
The record was arranged, performed, written, and produced by Luis. He is joined on this album by Mercury Prize nominated producers David Baron & Simone Felice who have worked with artists like Bat For Lashes, Peter Murphy, & The Lumineers. The record was mixed by Grammy Award winner Justin Guip (Levon Helm) & award winning vocalist/composer Fredo Viola. Photography for the record was shot by Kelly Merchant and the album design was created by Fredo Viola.
releases October 4, 2019
All songs were written, performed, arranged, and produced by Luis Mojica with the exception of Stranger Song, which was written by Leonard Cohen.
All songs were mixed by Justin Guip.
Queen Song was produced & recorded by David Baron & Simone Felice.
Flute arrangement on City Friends by Anders Bostrom. Saxophone arrangement on The Ranger by Caelan Manning. Additional drum arrangement on Shaman Food & Moon Men by Evan Glen Adams. Percussion arrangement for Witch Love by Al Romao. Violin arrangement for The Ranger by Rebecca Moore. Bass & bass arrangement on Invoked, Witch Love, & The Ranger by Jason Sarubbi.
Stranger Song vocals were recorded by Fredo Viola in Bearsville, NY.
Stranger Song was mixed & co-produced by Fredo Viola in Bearsville, NY.
Vocals & drums were recorded by Jason Sarubbi at Split Rock Studios in New Paltz, NY.
All piano tracks, with the exception of Queen Song, were recorded by Jason Sarubbi on the Yamaha baby grand piano at the Old Dutch Church in Kingston, NY.
All songs mastered by Mike Tierney at Shiny Things Studio in Brooklyn, NY.
I don’t know you,
But I’d like to know you,
When will I get to show you my heart?
I have been through some long stories,
Would you like to hear them? I’ll warn you,
But you have such strong shoulders,
Your eyes never glaze over,
You know how to enter my brain.
You know how to hold me,
You know how it unfolds me,
You know how to keep me from
Tell me my name,
Quick, before I go insane!
My stories make the girls cry,
The boys avoid my green eyes,
My species and my Spirit are not tied.
And though you do not have a heartbeat,
I’ll lend mine to your dead trees,
And touch you where your body is black and white.
And then you’ll make my eyes roll back,
You’ll make my voice and knuckles crack,
You cleanse my thoughts that cause me so much shame.
Without you I would struggle,
Not to rot in mental rubble,
Without you I would certainly be,
And when I feel it bubbling up,
I run for sanity in your sweet love.
And I hope,
I won’t go,
Track Name: City Friends
Walking through the city a small tear drops down,
It seems they’ve made a suburb of our wild old town,
I think of all the friends who’ve left and those who have stayed,
To taste the mountain air, or dirt, in their own graves.
When your friends turn into ghosts and then they haunt you,
When your friends become possessed and then they want to,
Take up residence inside of your chest to taunt you,
It’s the only way they say they know how to love you,
Maybe it’s the only way they ever tried to?
I done dew dropped in like mountain mist on a fern’s wet tear,
I looked for the proof in words from songs that brought me here,
I found train stations, renovations, and broken trees,
I knelt down to pray before eviction eulogies.
While the best minds of my generation got lost,
And blinded by the sleek design of some loan shark,
Who’s plastic fins never did circle in my heart,
Because I know imitation from sincere art.
When your city turns to gold and it won’t hold you,
When the land you love the most overthrows you,
And all your sacred words and dreams become exposed to,
Some spoiled fiend who claimed to love your heart and soul,
Then turned your authenticity into style.
You know it’s bad when tourists dress like native Gods,
And you have a hard time telling both of them apart,
Because it’s just too easy to look up and steal the part,
And trick yourself into the template of that heart,
Until your shell rusts over from stolen sparks.
Track Name: The Ranger
There is a man in my dreams,
Let’s call him The Ranger,
He acts like a friend,
But he’s really a stranger.
In my dreams,
We played each other’s songs,
But for him,
All of my writing is wrong.
He can’t feel,
Anyone else’s verse,
And he can’t deal,
With anyone else’s hurts.
Because his pain is his treasure box,
That he likes to flaunt,
That he likes to keep unlocked.
I know he knows me,
From a thousand lifetimes before,
I’ve called out his name,
From beneath his window,
I’ve groveled outside of his door.
He gave me his mind,
So I became The Re-Arranger
I gave him my heart,
And he held up a mirror.
Still, I was the fool,
Who fell into that narcissus cesspool,
Just another flaunt,
Drowning in their own drool.
For the Ranger,
I’m his savior,
That grave digger,
I keep him afloat.
But count on the Ranger,
To leave me in danger,
As his tears fill up,
The graves and make a moat.
It’s hard when you’re a man like him,
To find love from within,
It’s hard when you’re a man like he,
To find love for a man like me.
It’s hard when you’re a man like me,
Not to take things personally,
It’s hard when you’re a man like me,
To find men like me.
We’re strictly platonic,
And oh so morose.
Friends yet strangers,
From Daddy’s ghost.
The friends in our heads,
Sleep in our bed,
Love us instead,
So we can stay alone.
But he helped me see,
Through all of my glory,
The Ranger in me,
Deep in the unknown.
Keith's work is entrancing. There's a subtle, but strong pulse throughout his work of moving toward something surreal and holy. It's an honest expression of a man's journey through his heart. Luis Mojica