How Will This Printer's Museum Hear My Songs of Longing and Woe?

by Zick Zaunders

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Thematically, director Marley McDonald's career can be described as a relentless dive into the unanticipated yet true. The one thing you can expect from her work is her attuned ability for capturing the raw human emotion that bubbles and froths behind the most boring of business ideas. Composer Nick Saunders underscores these themes in Harrisonburg's Finest Printer's Museum with a warmly complex and richly layered backing track to enrapture the viewers of this sadly evocative drama. Saunders's restraint is masterful, often leaning on piano, accordion, and small printer arrangements that emphasize the characters' greatest fears. This work is truly a marvel of documentary soundtracking gifted lovingly to the "What's Jazz?" generation.

lyrics

Why store in the digital?
When you know that docs can't
Save the smell or taste
Of fine ink

Printing at the highest bpm
Monochromatic
Proves to be the most read
Black on white

Feeling blue?
Then cyan is for you
A greenish blue hue
Perfect for printing pictures of the sky

Why
Store files?
Oh
CMY K

Magenta
The color of love
And of copies I dream of
Doesn't have the heart to run out of ink

If an emotional fellow
Then your color is yellow
(Then your color is yellow)
Perfect for printing your favorite emoticons

Maintain me, I'm
I'm jamming
My spools are
All clogged

The paper is cramming my
Functions
Functions

So yet again
I come to dream with you my only friends
Your trays and bins
They hold my heart and print it out again

Ooh
Oooooah, ooooah (x2)

They came
With wires and instructions
Grey trays
Software for deductions

For shame! Before this printer's museum
Their previous dads didn't give a damn
They're saved!
They play and they function

So yet again
I come to dream with you my only friends
Your trays and bins
They hold my hopes in that your time won't end