Purchase Rachel's new EP, "Angel No More"!

 

Purchase Rachel's most recent full-length album, "Put Out The Stars"!

 

Praise for Put Out The Stars:


Balancing fragility and strength, introspection and unblinking observation, Oakland singer, songwriter, and pianist Rachel Efron sets her lambent, poetically charged lyrics to soft, caressing melodies. -- Andrew Gilbert, SF Chronicle  >> link to full review


"It's not fair to leave a radio host speechless." -- Derk Richardson, during live performance and interview on KPFA's "Hear & Now"


Efron proves herself to be an exceptional singer-songwriter-pianist.  Literate lyrics and haunting melodies make this collection special.  Efron’s vocals are genuine, delicate and deeply moving. This is profoundly pleasurable pop with rich classical influences woven throughout. -- Paul Freeman, Mercury News  >> link to full review


Rachel is a very good pianist and her beautiful plaintive voice is perfectly suited for her music.  The piano intro for “Closing Day” with its unexpected chord changes is a good example of her clever compositions. -- A.J. Wachtel, The Noise: Music New England  >> link to full review


On her new album, 'Put Out The Stars,' Efron breaks the imaginary pane of glass that separates herself from her listeners. -- Teresa Thomas, Ashland Mail Tribune >> link to full article


Efron has forged a distinct 'art-pop' sound for herself at the corner of jazz and pop with poetic lyrics and persuasive piano. -- Aimsel Ponti, Portland Press Herald

Because one quality of a 4-song EP is its smallness, I went with the most basic sleeve design, and so there was no place to include a dedication.  But I would like very much to offer one here: this recording is for my teachers.  I feel so very blessed that, in retrospect, the precise right teacher seems to have entered my life as needed.  There is no way I would be as and where I am without each.  

Especially... For Mr. Dale Churchill, first access to the power of sound and, 20 years prior to emotion, a first safe space for affection.  You gave me this print for my 18th birthday, then a foreshadowing, and since, as it has hung everywhere I have lived, a daily reminder that I've looked at the teacher/student relationship from both sides now, and still somehow I really don't know the teacher/student relationship at all.  For Mrs. Kathy Walsh, who taught me reading, writing, and what it feels like to adore.  At the end of the schoolyear I wrote my first love letter and bravely sent it off to you.  Alas, 2nd grade Rachel had figured out addresses and mailboxes but not stamps!  It was delivered promptly not to your residence but back to mine, resulting in only an awkward conversation with my parents.  So now, here, the cliff notes version: I adored you!  For Mrs. MaryJo Thompson, my first taste of using words to try to reach a thing beyond words (I believe in an essay on a story, "The Parsley Garden"??).  You are the intersection of brilliance and warmth.  I would do well to keep you as a role model for the duration.  For Mr. Phil Jewett, for all of middle school you were my north star.  Did I succesfully hide that from you?  For Mr. Richard Mullen, for celebrating not the achievement but the girl.  You were the door to a world where I could never read all of the books and I was: excited.  Alright, I will still be your angel.  For Mr. Norman Richardson, who cornered me and told me to go back to school (I suppose, raise your hand if you didn't know I dropped out of high school?).  It turned out that what I needed in that moment was a witness, however partial, and it was everything, the answer to every single of your precious riddles.  For Mr. Kurt McCandless, who when I asked if I could possibly no longer attend AP calculus but merely take the tests, recognized not audacity but hope, and in perfect generosity told me you thought it was just the challenge that I needed.  For Mr. Tom Perrotta, who when I told you I wanted to write a song said: great, write one.  And when I told you I had written one said: great, write another.  (And for this coolest gesture: buying me your book and commanding me to use my 20 dollar bill on Tom Waits', "Mule Variations").  For Mr. John Stewart, for Bach.  For Mr. Forrest Gander, for reprimanding me that I was the only poet in your class (I had thought I was the only student in your class who was not a poet), and incidentally did I have psychological problems, and WHY WASN'T I WRITING YOU POEMS??  Then I did.  For Mr. Jon Evans, my first teacher of exactly what I imagine I am on the Earth to do.  Your guidance in my post-academic world gave me more than I can ever express.  And working with you again on this project was, impossibly, a whole other first time.  For Jeffrey Wood, for believing in me, and, though it has been said we've already danced in all of the great halls, for continuing to dance with me nonetheless.  

And now, also gratitude to everyone who has ever chosen me to teach you something (You do come to mind: Will Cazalet, Ruby Spies, Lia Metzger, James Hightower, Joe Kornfeld, Greg Troll, Melanie Chopko, Bekah Barnett, Xico Manarollo, Phillip Moss, Patricia Stamm, Jill Minye, Frieda Wood, Taylor Dye, Jackson Dye, Benny Bock, Jill Cooper).  

With love, Rachel

 

Lyrics


Angel No More

You loved the girl I was for you
Since we're trying out the truth I'll say I loved her, too
All fear and sadness steeled away
And she heard you call her angel almost every day
And still she's the only one who can comfort you
As I'm shattering your world 

For the first time I put myself ahead of you and
For my next crime I tell them what you liked to do
And though you stick me to the climb
It's you who knocked me down
Now I'm falling falling all the way home
I'm your angel no more 

Those books of how they injured you
Though I chose one every night for each you gave me two
Those vile shows you made me see
Well now you're trapped in that attentive crowd beholding me
And just for old times let's call it consensual
The accoutrements of love 

For the first time I put myself ahead of you and
For my next crime I tell them what you liked to do
And though you stick me to the climb
It's you who knocked me down
Now I'm falling falling all the way home 

She shot it so it seemed alright
Disgusting but in better light
A profile view of who you'd like to be
But let us say her soul chose birth
Divinity gets sick on earth
Now every breath she takes is one from me 

For the first time I put myself ahead of you and
For my next crime I tell them what you liked to do
Now all the bells of heaven chime
It's you who knocked me down
Now I'm falling falling all the way home
I'm your angel no more
I'm your angel no more
I'm your angel
I'm your angel no more
I'm your angel
I'm your angel no more

Please find all other lyrics at Rachel's Bandcamp site