The busker punk, alt folk pop swinging "House of Damage" by East Coast YONAH, aka 21 year old singer songwriter / musician Yonah Nissim Taragin (and his producer/long time friend Zach Aumueller) is the kind of song that you hear on the turntable in your head as you watch it on your thrift store cathode ray TV. That is to say it feels on one hand rustic and on the other is so incredibly flushed out in terms of it's confessional storytelling that you see in like a movie, a movie probably directed by Sean Baker or Chloé Zhao.
"House of Damage" feels so exquisitely personal that it feels like the lyrics, the talking points are taken from a diary rescued out of a fire. Exhumed, cathartic, brutally honest - LINER NOTES reveal:
[Yonah and his producer/long time friend Zach Aumueller recorded this after a cigarette and a talk about Yonah’s experience at rehab while also attending High School. Two hours after the spark that was lit (literally), the Airbnb porch turned into the story of “HOD”. Within four hours the song was written and acoustics were recorded. It is a brutally honest and boyish reminiscence of Yonah’s experiences and a new form of expression that he wishes to speak for itself.]
Sonically, the musical bed belies the dark stories that flow on inviting acoustic strums and a sprite shuffling drum beat. Some shapes feel familiar but that only makes you listen harder to the sparkling lyrics that are undeniably magnetic. I love the surprising dirty keys that feel like a vintage Fender Rhodes. As I listened to the dreamy, embracing sounds and storytelling I thought of an amalgam of Kurt Vile, Lou Reed, Ezra Furman and maybe an 80's Ōtara Millionaires Club (wink) + 90's Beck collision.
I dig this. It speaks to the power of revealing open wounds. Sing about them just don't pick at them (my mom's words).
3 days in a week
in therapeutic circles
i was jerking off and drinking tea
ghosted my therapist he probably didn’t like that
we were doing gods work
when my brain told me to bite back
2 tabs of acid on a wednesday night the time was right
was almost at the center of universe when i took flight
homeland new york city how your spinning in the lights
i was on my rehab when i stopped]
-Robb Donker Curtius
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Yonah Nissim Taragin. 21 years. I love my family. Avocado. Guitars. Mountains. I am scared of being alone. Cockroaches. Anger with no resolve. Failure. I am hungry for meaning. I treasure you. Thank you.
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https://www.instagram.com/mynameisyonah/
https://www.tiktok.com/@thenamesyonah
Yonah Nissim Taragin. 21 years. I love my family. Avocado. Guitars. Mountains. I am scared of being alone. Cockroaches. Anger with no resolve. Failure. I am hungry for meaning. I treasure you. Thank you.
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