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-TRACK 7-BEHIND PALLID MASQUESCamilla dropped the charges on the condition that Reggie keep his distance from her. In truth, it was her way of keeping him away from Johnny and the rest of us. Reggie was a wildcard in the scheme of things, the only real opposing force that could present any threat to whatever she was up to. That much is obvious to me now, but back then, we were so tired and scared and drunk on the hope of wrapping up the album that we didn’t give it much thought. We were just sick of the drama and wanted to be done with it.I can understand why some bands implode, and I can understand why some take years between records. You work with the same people long enough, they become family, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get tired of seeing them day in and day out. Sometimes you just get sick of their shit. Sometimes you need a break to recharge, and sometimes that takes years to do.We wrapped up recording the album with Joe a few days after the incident with Reggie. Me
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-TRACK 8-THE FINAL RECONCILIATIONWe were four days into rehearsals when Bobby asked the question. “What the hell does all this even mean?”“Which part?” Johnny asked. He was in the middle of adjusting the microphone stand. One of the hired roadies had underestimated Johnny’s height.“This,” Bobby said, gesturing around the stage. “The album. The art. All this gold shit. Half your lyrics are fucking riddles, dude.”Bobby had a point, although I’d been able to piece together just enough to follow a narrative running through each song. Johnny, however, took a cue from his girlfriend and played coy, merely shrugging with a smile.“Haven’t you been paying attention?” Johnny asked. “All will be revealed tonight.” He tapped his microphone. “Check-check, one, two, three ... ”Bobby looked at me and shrugged. Hank just shook his head.“I stopped trying weeks ago, brother.”I would’ve walked them through the album, what I’d been able to piece together in my own head, but j
The Final Reconciliation THE FINAL RECONCILIATION
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-TRACK 9-TATTERS OF THE KINGThe old rock star smoked his last cigarette down to the filter and slumped back in his seat. To Miles, he looked like an old worn-out doll, his days of bringing joy to children far behind him. Over the last few hours he’d watched life return to Aidan Cross’s eyes, only to fizzle and fade yet again as the old man recounted his band’s triumphs, failures, and untimely demise. Although he would never admit it to his crew, the story spooked Miles Hargrove to his core. He’d read the official police report from all those years ago, and he’d grown up hearing the rumors of ritual activity on the night of the final show, but to hear a first-hand account by someone who was there was soul-crushing.“So what happened after that?” Miles asked.Aidan Cross placed the smoldering cigarette filter into the ashtray with the others. He cleared his throat. “About what you’d expect, I guess. They found me on the curb outside the club, unconscious and nearly dead from smoke
The Final Reconciliation TATTERS OF THE KING
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The Final Reconciliation Liner Notes
LINER NOTESThe Yellow Kings present “The Final Reconciliation”1—Reconciliatory Matters2—The Gypsy on Darkened Shores3—Lost in Dim Carcosa4—The Usurper’s Ascent5—Season of the Leech6—Beneath Black Stars7—Behind Pallid Masques8—The Final Reconciliation9—Tatters of the KingThe Yellow Kings are:Johnny Leifthauser (Vocals & Rhythm Guitar)Aidan Cross (Lead Guitar)Hank Jones (Bass)Bobby Stone (Drums, Synth)Management:Reggie AllenSpecial Thanks:Camilla Bierce
The Final Reconciliation QUOTE
“Songs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard inDim Carcosa.”—“Cassilda’s Song,” The King in Yellow, Act 1: Scene 2
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-TRACK 1-RECONCILIATORY MATTERSMiles Hargrove peered at the old man through a curtain of cigarette smoke. The lights in the community room were turned down at the aging rock star’s request, but he still wore sunglasses, and Miles realized he could see the cameraman’s reflection in them.“Jody,” the producer said, snapping his fingers. “Can we get a different angle?”Aidan Cross sat back in his seat while the producer sought a better shot. He sucked down the first cigarette in two long drags and chuckled when the thought occurred to him: Maybe this is what Keith Richards felt like.Keith was dead, though. Had been for years. He’d shuffled off to that long-lost Valhalla to spend eternity drinking wine off the tits of beautiful women.Aidan had never met Keith Richards, but he liked to think they would’ve gotten along. Not that it mattered now.The producer, Miles, turned back to his interview subject. “Apologies, Mr. Cross. The low lighting is causing some difficulties. We shoul
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