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CAMPHOR
is Max Avery Lichtenstein aided and abetted
by Gretta Cohn • D. James Goodwin • Kevin Thaxton • Ryan Smith • Jesse Blum • Robert Carlson • T.D. Ellis • David Gold • Grasshopper • Ken Kraut • Tony Leva • Jason Merritt • Sharon Moe • David Nagler • Jon
Natchez • Jason Russo • Tony
San Marco • Peter Sachon • Jesse Sparhawk • Justin Smith •
and Regan Avery (visual contributor)

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Camphor is a New York-based indie/pop collective built around the songwriting of Max Avery Lichtenstein. If Max's name rings a bell, you may recognize him from his unconventional instrumental music for critically-acclaimed independent movies including Tarnation, Jesus' Son and The King. As a film composer, Max has proven himself quite adept at pushing emotional buttons with his beguiling sense of melody and judicious use of creative production techniques. In 2006 Max decided it was time to write some music un-tethered to film, and he penned a collection of songs loosely exploring the Japanese concept of wabi sabi, the idea that greatness exists in the inconspicuous details of the world, and that heart-tugging beauty can be found in the imperfect and the broken.
With the outline of these songs in hand, Max pulled in friends and collaborators from the bands Mercury Rev, Beirut, Stars Like Fleas, Bright Eyes, Hopewell, The Silent League and Timesbold (of which he is also a member) to produce and perform the debut Camphor album Drawn to Dust, a delicately crafted and gracefully orchestrated chamber pop opus highlighted by Max's captivating voice and evocative lyrics.
Drawn to Dust is a synthesis of sound, style, atmosphere and philosophy that was built with a menagerie of character-rich instruments ranging from the organic (mariachi horns, strings, woodwinds and harp) to the manufactured (mellotrons, optigans, lo-fi electronics and more). The album offers up a dark but catchy listening experience reminiscent in flashes of artists like Nick Cave, Sufjan Stevens, Sparklehorse, Beck, Brian Wilson, Calexico, Broken Social Scene, Wilco and late-era Talk Talk.
Camphor's debut received great acclaim in the U.S., where the CD was released in April 2008 on Friendly Fire Records. To accompany the release, Max produced a unique music video for the record’s first single “Castaway”… a cinematic retelling of the classic siren myth as performed by a cast of PLAYMOBIL® characters. The video caught the eye of Pitchfork Media who premiered the clip on their Forkcast, and it has subsequently been featured on many of the most prominent music bogs and online magazines (including Spin, PopMatters, Detour and Better Propaganda). A follow-up video for the album’s second single is in the works.
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ORIGINS (according to Max)
"Camphor was born back in 1999 while I was producing some
instrumental music for the film Jesus' Son. The film is
set in the early 1970s, and it's populated by a cast of beautiful & troubled
characters with an abundance of light and dark qualities. The filmmakers
required a few tracks of original music with a certain well-worn
sonic quality & a melancholy character, and so they found me...
"I co-wrote some of the heavier music for the film with my
friend Jason Russo of the band Hopewell.
We were kicking around names to christen the new 'band' we'd
assembled for the task, and CAMPHOR sprang up. It seemed to evoke
all the right things... flashes of old and precious treasures stored
away in the dark corners of a forgotten steamer trunk; dusty moth
wings; chemical concoctions; a strong & penetrating sensory
experience... it touched a nerve in my little heart, and I've been
writing under the name ever since."
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OLD FRIENDS IN NEW CLOTHES (according to Whip)
"...it's hard to adjust the
eyes at first, but a little time and some attention to detail
tend to reveal the old friend again. But it's hard to deny the
new uniform. Good people change, step up, step down, disappear.......get
a job....but when some stranger picks them up hitching down some
lonely road sometime in the future, the new clothes older now,
that self same loving and gracious person steps out of the car
leaving some anonymous driver feeling a bit better about his or
her life. Max has proven to be both this driver, and this passenger...on
this ride. "
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SPRING 2004 (according to Tony San Marco)
"In the middle of a particularly dreary tour of Germany,
Timesbold (our other band) rolled into Dresden exhausted. It
felt like we were crumbling under the weight of our own weariness.
The paint was peeling. The fruit was bruised. The seams were
splitting. That day, Dresden looked like we all felt. The sky
opened up and it poured rain. Then, I dropped my toothbrush in
the toilet of the shithole where we were sleeping. It was low,
man. I mean real low.
So, we unload our gear and we're waiting
to start sound check and Max picks up J's guitar. I was sitting
at the pump organ and Max starts playing this song and I try
to play along. I realize that it's one of his and, at that time,
Max didn't really play his songs for us. We only played the song
through a few times before we went back to the business of being
Timesbold. But, it was one of those moments where, even at the
time, even as it was happening, I could tell was special. That
moment on that dreary day in Germany will forever be held as
one of my favorite musical moments.
I waited two more years for
the call to play on Max's record. I can't tell you how grateful
I am that the call came. There's a communion you get to have
with people when you play music together and it's working out
right. It defies explanation and it transcends words, but, you
can hear it. I hear a lot of it on these songs."
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MAKING DRAWN TO DUST (according to D. James)
"In November of 2005, I had just finished mixing a record,
when I got a call from Max to do a short piano session for a
band he was producing. We had talked about working together in
the past, but it never came to fruition. Being a producer myself,
I rarely heard work that I liked, but Max’s aesthetic in
the studio was one that I loved!
Finally, the piano session was upon us, and I met Max for the
very first time in person. My impression is that we both felt
an immediate connection. As I pulled out what I call my “tomato
can mic”, Max’s eyes lit up like a child, and a brotherhood
was born! The evening ended with Max asking me to help him mix
the Camphor record, a prospect that I said yes to immediately..."
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THE EVERYTHING ELSE (according to Jesse)
"Last timesbold tour, somewhere between our cavernous luxury hovel in heist and even-a-belgian-wouldn't-and-often-didn't-know-where, and after already having contributed little odds and ends to this camphor long player a year and a half prior, I secretly played the rough mixes of these tunes that max had on his pocket jukebox for the rest of the boys; I don't remeber the circumstances but we somehow managed a moment without him in the tour van. I didn't tell anybody what was playing. A little ways through 'So Lucky,' Tony goes 'f#$k, is this max?' in that loveable/angry/envious/jubilent/admiring sort of tone he takes sometimes. J rolled another one with a big toothy(ish) grin... Levon quipped with a heartfelt 'wow man' and drew kept driving...
I only vaguely remember what I contributed to this one... a guitar in a dumb waiter 3 years ago here, a harp in a shower 5 months ago there, did I play that mandolin? No matter... one of the childish things that these boys (and Max especially) helped (and are still helping) me put away was shifting the focus from my individual performance and really listening and hearing how something contributed to a tune as a whole. Simple sounding enough, I know. Easier when you forgot what you played and where.
I really thought I was pretty into this whole music-making thing, knowing my way around some strings and things, a pretty good listener. I got some notes under my belt, but these guys have had everything else for a long time, apart and together. And mostly "the everything else" is far more critical than the notes.
I sure hope he kept the tuning of that guitar on the whiteboard..."
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