Artist: Technological Epidemic
Title: Radioactive Antiquities EP
Release #: MIF324
Year: 05/20/2016
Format: Digital



01. A Sound Remedy for Borders
02. Solid Gold Standards
03. Midnight Mass
04. Requiem Deficiency

All songs written and recorded by Linus Mansfield and Emmett Karson in various East Heights underground occupancies with the scraps of wires and noisemakers in-between wall-guarding shifts and crop cultivation January 2016 before being buried, forgotten about then rediscovered in May 2016.

Lee Fisher appears courtesy of himself and the go-cart he rode in on, Vocals tracks 1-3.

The producers would like to thank Josephine for the lie that saved us, Zeke for enough eye-rolling to start a society, and our fine wives, minus the licenses, for never asking too many questions. Our children will soon learn enough to eventually ignore us completely.

This is My Idea of Fun #324!


 
Artist: Technological Epidemic
Title: The Madigan Tapes
Release #: MIF217
Year: 2012
Format: Digital



Recorded from March to April of 2010 in Jasper Studios with Daniel Madigan.

Recovered from the backlogs and home tape recorders hidden throughout said studio by Emmett Karson and Linus Mansfield before “Mushface” Madigan deleted the digital tracks on account of “art”-istic differences.

Mixed, cut and remastered by Emmett Karson and Linus Mansfield at The Church of Surveillance and other roundabout locations from August to September of 2010.

Kept secretly from the critics for as long as possible and eventually found amongst broken pieces of glass and suicide pills in the capsules that fell from the sky after January 11, 2011 but before June 2011.



 
Artist: Technological Epidemic
Title: In Processing/Blowin` in the Mind
Release #: MIF204
Release Date: August 16th, 2011
Format: 7" Vinyl / CD

Written by Christopher S. Bell in April 2010
Arranged by Technological Epidemic in April 2011 & June 2011
Recorded in June 2011 by Brandon Locher at Dan's house
Overdubbed & Mixed shortly after by Brandon Locher in The Shrine
Mastered by TJ Lipple, just after that
Vinyl lacquers mastered by Dave Eck at Lucy Lacquers
Pressed by William Socolov at EKs

Technological Epidemic is:
Christopher S. Bell - acoustic guitar, vocals
Jacob Koestler - drums, artwork
Matt Miller - electric guitar
Dan Oatman - bass

My Idea of Fun, catalog # MIF204


 
Artist: Technological Epidemic
Title: Hollow Cost
Release #: MIF174
Release Date: May 21, 2011
Format: Digital



A.
01. White Wine
02. Bluck Lung
03. Green Scene
04. Blue Rooms
05. Brown Brands

B.
06. Red Meds
07. Orange Clock
08. Pink Jinx
09. Teal Kills
10. Gray Days

All songs written by Christopher S. Bell © 2009-2011
Except Green Scene by Bell and Oatman.

All songs arranged by Christopher S. Bell, Matt Miller, Dan Oatman and Jacob Koestler in various occupancies 2010-2011.

All songs recorded, engineered and produced by Jacob and Matt, except for Green Scene by Dan, Jacob and Matt and Black Lung by Matt and Dan in various locations throughout Johnstown, Pittsburgh and Pottsville, PA from July 2010 to May of 2011. Cover Photography by Christopher S. Bell.

Technological Epidemic is…
Christopher S. Bell
Jacob Koestler
Matt Miller
Dan Oatman

1. WHITE WINE
I need to get out of this town
Before it swallows me whole
Next time I see you around
Hope that I don’t lose control

Caution: Productivity is just around the bend
It’s not healthy to be in your city again

So send me a letter from your new address
And hope that I return your call
We always hurt each other less and less
When we’re not talking at all… all…

Fall is here again
I need a friend
Or at the very least
A competent lease on life

We’ll all depend on traffic signs
And never make our minds up
We’ll get fucked up outside
And keep our eyes shut tight

More wine and speculation tonight

Bell -acoustic guitars, vocal
Jacob - percussion, mixing
Matt - casio keyboards, bells, handbells, banjo, timpani, vocals, fake windchimes, timpani, clap trap, treated piano
Dan - bass, mandolins

2. BLACK LUNG
Thoughts on the way we used to feel once
We were coughing up our lungs
Up our hearts
Up our thoughts

Sunday dinner medications
Up our sleeves
Up our noses
Upper class
Sign of the cross
Sign of the times, you blew my mind apart

I’m starting my day off right
Curbing this appetite for you
It will be a lovely sight
When all these strangers catch the flu
Light me up
Shake my hand
Pray for the ones
That don’t understand…

“This black lung it tears our insides apart
We used to cough up love
But now we cough up blood
Cough up daisies
Rise above…”

Dandelions in your grocery cart
Sign of the times, you blew my mind apart
Words from the way we used to talk once
We were speaking all in tongues
My impatience, second to none

White lines and transparent faces
Up in arms
Up for breakfast
Up the dosage

We’re all at a loss
Sign of the times you blew my mind apart
I’d just started to see the light
When all these promises fell through
Out of sight, Out of mind
Blinded by this narrow point of view

Shake me up
Light the fuse
Take this cup
Tie the noose…

“This black lung it tears our insides apart
We used to cough up love
But now we cough up blood
Cough up daisies
Rise above…”

Clever imitations hiding in the dark.
Sign of the times you blew my mind apart

Bell - acoustic guitar, vocal
Jacob - standup drums
Matt - electric guitars, vocals, mixing
Dan - bass

3. GREEN SCENE
Plastic cookie cutters
We’re muttering with the walls
Drastic undertakers
Preparing for the fall

Our fathers will forsake us
Waiting for a call
From some brand new stock traders
Claiming this is all

We need
In order to succeed
Plant the seed
And sign the deed

Illegible cover letters
Invisible paper cuts
They say we’ll all sleep better
With our bedroom doors shut

So re-ignite your centers
Let’s all breathe in the dust
From another tired lender
Claiming that we must

Retreat
Agonizing streets
And cars
Are on
My brain

You’re insane and I’m okay with it
We both at times occasionally fit the mold

It’s growing colder
As we all get older
It’s growing colder
As we all get older

Than the rest
Another acid test
For the soldiers
Sleeping in their beds
Pretending to be dead
A convenient way for all our heads

To explode
I know, you know
At the end
We all
Reload

Bell - vocal
Jacob - percussion, bass
Dan - acoustic guitars, mandolin, vocal
Matt - additional vocals, mixing
with Rod Fisher - vocal

4. BLUE ROOMS
The next wave of peaceful protestors
Are having problems
Understanding the cause
Uniformly funded by investors
Claiming overtime
For every loss

Standard practices have failed us
The general public’s grown obscene
Narcissistic shades of love and lust
The broken hearted shout…
Quarantine!

We must contain
The spread of this disease
See the people on their knees
We are all we need
The seeds are underneath
Ready to bloom

We’ll both see Blue Rooms in June
Go ahead and keep assuming
I’m doing fine
Consuming the gloom
We’ll both see, Blue Rooms in…

June and then it’s February
Emmett and Mary are…
Already ready for the spring

But there’s this thing
Between you and me
It’s not so complicated
Eventually, you will see

That all the leaves
On the trees
Fall from grace
So pleasantly

I hope to be
Next to you
And all the bumblebees

When we both see
Blue Rooms in June…

Bell - acoustic guitar, vocal
Jacob - percussion, standup drums
Matt - q-chord, 1st bass, electric guitars, additional percussion, string arrangement, mixing
Dan - 2nd bass
with John Thorell - violins, string arrangement
Amanda Ross - vocals
additional string arrangement by Mike Miller

5. BROWN BRANDS
Administrative Assistants
Resisting arrest
Why must we persistently protest?
A lesson learned
A candle burned before bed

The cold and flu season
Turned my insides into goo
Only half of us are immune
To these dizzy spells
And who the hell are you…

Don’t include me
In your dreams
Unless you mean it
Leave my bullshit
Alone…
You hypocrite

We’ll get our fill
When we eat the pill
We’ll get our fill
When we eat the pills
Eat the pills
Eat the pills

But I can’t tell you much else about
This open ended story
Something tells me that you’re the type
To go and worry yourself away

Wasting all your Saturdays alone
We have done nothing but grown apart…
Waiting for the midnight show to start
We’ll meet in my backyard

“We were once happy astronauts
Up before dawn
But you and I have already said enough
It’s your turn to call my bluff”

Bell - acoustic guitar, distorted acoustic, vocals
Jacob - percussion, drum machine, standup drums
Matt - trumpets, electric guitar, casio keyboard, drum machine, clap trap, mixing
Dan - bass guitars

6. RED MEDS
Only guy in the bathroom
The cars keep coming, the cars keep coming

Debutante with the new 'do
The cars keep coming, the cars keep coming

The car is coming too soon for you
The afternoon
Stretches on and on

She’s up at dawn
Searching for the cigarette
Her last regret
The black ash on her dress
Not listening to what he said I said…

“Every single thing I say seems to float right over your head
Instead
Of Making you believe
That I am the one and only guy you should be asking to leave
Oh please
Just leave with me”

Psychedelic Interlude
Baptized flower children
Are never quite in the mood
To cure the pains that ill them

So they just let this nonsense consume them
Their excuses
Stretch on and on

All the meaning’s gone
He leads the way
A new escape is tempting her to
Validate this mess
She loves to hate the things he says I said…

“Every single thing I say seems to float right over your head
Instead
Of making you believe
That I am the one and only guy you should be asking to leave
Oh please
Just leave with me”

Uniforms for winter
Weather marks on the charts
Frozen hearts
Slowly defrost for us

The microscopic glimmer
Of what we were once
We all adjust
In God we trust
Enough

But I’m not having fun
Shivering in my bed
Always on the run
Interpreting the things he said I said…

“Every single thing I say seems to float right over your head
Instead
Of Making me believe
That I am the one and only guy you should be asking to leave
Just leave with me”

Bell - acoustic guitars, vocals
Jacob - standup drums, mixing
Matt - electric guitars, synthesizers, vocals
Dan - bass guitar

7. ORANGE CLOCK
Abandoning reason
Never felt so good
Another season
Of hiding in the woods
You we understood
We were understood

The needle leapt
Like a polygraph
Stop the laughing children in my head
Tell them that it’s time to make their beds

And fall asleep, dreaming of
A future game of push and shoving
Some alarm is buzzing…

*Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do*

I asked the flowers
“How’s it going today?
Are you ready to be plucked
For mechanical parades?”

“Are you going to save us?”
They tenderly replied
We’re not quite ready
To be satisfyingly
Thrown away
Safe the date
Tell your mother
That you’re okay
Forget to remind her
Of the same mistakes

The streetlights faded
Before we found our way
The path back home was
Undeniably gray

We were once like saints
Forcibly restrained

I miss the way we used to wander
Mindlessly we shouldn’t bother
Each other, anymore

As we fall asleep
Reasoning whether or not
The door is locked
Follow the flock
And keep yourself awake
Hum this tune for your own sake:

*Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do*

Bell - distorted acoustic, vocals
Jacob - standup drums, Joe Marino's drums (thanks), percussion, mixing
Matt - electric guitars
Dan - bass

8. PINK JINX
We were often lied to
As kids we tried to hide from
Everything was see-through
As we avoided the dark end of town

All the dead voices
Try to sing the chorus
But they start to bore
Us to death

Circle round the scripture
Try to stir one Mr.
Rationally Hip Sir
Out of his head

We’ll just pretend to
Understand…

Supplemental compliments
Circumstantial Accidents

Fair weathered friends
Always expect the best
Never get offended by
Untimely deaths
On the television set

Disinfected Debutantes
Aren’t sure what disease they’ve caught
It’s a brand new renaissance

Say that you forgot
All of my suggestions
And I’ll ignore the pillow talk

We are full of love
Dangerous affections
Always seem to slow the clock

Modern day distractions
Founded in forget-me-nots
Founded in forget-me-nots

Bell - acoustic guitar, vocals
Jacob - percussion, mixing
Matt - trumpets, sousaphones, additional percussion
Dan - mandolins

9. TEAL KILLS
Systematic Variables
Losing control
I lost my soul
We lost our souls
We found our homes

Underground
We ran out of room to roam
We left our homes without

Knowing if there was time
To close…
The Deal
The Door

We were bigger than all that came before
And we were sizeable in comparison to the Lord
Your God is on your side
While mine is having problems
Feeling inspired by the cold

So please don’t confirm
Anything or everything that we were meant to learn
And you will see
All of these indignities weren’t meant to be endured

I can reassure you
I won’t be returning in the fall
Maybe in the spring
We can install…

Better firewalls
Locks on the bathroom stalls
A phone to call a friend
Or lover
At the end
Of it all

Bell - acoustic guitar, vocal
Jacob - standup drums
Matt - rhodes pianos, vocals, electric guitar, q-chord, mixing
Dan - bass
with Brandon Locher - cello

10. GRAY DAYS
Annie died on a Saturday night
Of a broken heart
From the opposite side
Of the street

While Casey flew
Like a black balloon
With the business suits
In their front row seats

This blockbuster missed the mark
But helped us kill some time
Before the news
When we all stop seeing sparks
It means that somebody
Forgot to light the fuse

We’ve crossed users and abusers
Acquaintances forsaking us
Clueless love-struck losers
Claiming that the world’s unjust

Sentimental astronauts
Follow up their second thoughts
With freeze-dried tangerines
This schematic reads

In order to escape
We must relate
Debate
Overstate
Fall back down and complicate
Everything’s exaggerated
But sometimes we love and
Hate the way
These day-to-days
Stay the same
Like the faces we’ve created
Out of thin air
I don’t care anymore

Sidney died.
It was suicide
And a broken heart
While Laney packed her things

But Aimee and Drew
Couldn’t find a clue
Despite the brand new
Purchased diamond rings

These sensations failed both Lee and me
Emmett and Mary can deduce
That the more we act like family
The harder it becomes to reproduce

We’ve catalogued our bruises
Pathetic medics all do suspect
That we’re not immune to this
Technological Epidemic

Voluntary attendants
Can’t help but act offended
From public reckonings
While the neighbors sing:
In order to escape
We must relate
Debate
Overstate
Fall back down and complicate
Everything’s exaggerated
But sometimes we love and
Hate the way
These day-to-days
Stay the same
Like the faces we’ve created

Holding shares, I don’t care anymore

Margery died
Of collegiate pride
Walking home
Irresponsibly

While Susie’s fate
Came two weeks late
The one-night stand
Warranted a baby

As for the order of Josephine
We heretics can’t explain her ruse
Red, blue, yellow, black and green
All colors turn to white
Before the muse

We march blindly through the forest
Experimental clientele
Our minds forget to warn us
That the sounding of the steeple bell

Signifies a riot cell
Residents of heav’n and hell
Are close to invading
While the angels sing
In order to escape
We must relate
Debate
Overstate
Fall back down and complicate
Everything’s exaggerated
But sometimes we love and
Hate the way
These day-to-days
Stay the same
Like the faces we’ve created

Despite their stares, I don’t care anymore

And then Joan died
While I tried to find
The remains of my head
In the hotel lobby

Ken replied
And sympathized
Talking to the dead
Is just a hobby

I can’t recall Ramona’s face
Although I’m sure that she still looks the same
Vanishing without a trace
Makes the fakers remember your name

Soothsayers and debaters
Frightened by the status quo
Don’t need to explain to us
We already know what they already know

Before we reap what we sow
Someone has to start the show
With comical relief
It gets harder to believe that

In order to escape
We must relate
Debate
Overstate
Fall back down and complicate
Everything’s exaggerated
But sometimes we love and
Hate the way
These gray days
Stay the same
Like the faces we’ve created

Fair is fair, I don’t care anymore

Bell - acoustic guitars, vocals
Jacob - standup drums
Matt - electric guitars, qchord, mixing
Dan - bass
with Amanda Ross - subliminal vocals
Rod Fisher - vocals
John Thorell - cello, violin

Thank you for not telling anybody…Copyright © My Idea of Fun 2011





 
Artist: Technological Epidemic
Title: Promotionally Yours EP
Release #: MIF154
Year: 2010
Format: CD (Out of print) / Digital


01. The Kids on Linden Street
02. A Cluttering Husband
03. House Rules
04. A Sobering Son
05. Blindsided by...
06. Promotionally Yours

All songs written by Christopher S. Bell 2009-2010 
All songs arranged by Christopher S. Bell, Matt Miller, Dan Oatman and Jacob Koestler in various occupancies 2009-2010 
All songs recorded, engineered and produced by Technological Epidemic in the pink house March 20th-21st 2010. 
All songs mixed by Jacob Koestler 
With Additional help from Cory "C-Money" Savit 
Photographs by Jacob Koestler and Laura McAllister 
Layout by Jacob Koestler 
Additional text factiously ghostwritten by Linus Mansfield 

Copyright (C) My Idea of Fun March 2010






 
Artist: Technological Epidemic
Title: Loose Grave: The Demos 2007-2008
Release #: MIF069
Year: 2008
Format: Digital



SIDE A
01. We All Get Situated
02. Me and the Blue Birds (Low-Fi)
03. Me and the Bumble Bees (Hi-Fi)
04. Paris, France
05. December's Chill (w/ Chill)
06. Loose Grave
07. Birch and Linden
08. Summer Reading
09. The Scrantron Acid Test
10. Midnight at the Vaughn Hotel
11. Dusk in your Basement
12. A Mastered Degree of Thinking
13. Pool Closed at 9:00 P.M.
14. Birthmark

SIDE B
15. Firebred
16. Mints and Rubbers
17. The Midnight Show 11/18/08
18. The Aftermath 11/19/08
19. Mansfield and March
20. Fiber Optic Needle
21. Eclipsed Space
22. Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Charles Hoover The III
23. Your Step-Father's Brother-in-Law
24. Pig Pop.
25. Double 40's and a Smile
26. Withered and Weathered
27. Static Sparks and Check Marks
28. Fire on the Weather Charts
29. Outro
30. Noon At Cherry Woods (Bonus)

All songs written by Emmett Karson and Linus Mansfield
Except 11 and 12: Karson/Mansfield/Morgan
21: Karson/Mansfield
And 24, 26: Karson/Mansfield/Reese
Lee Fisher (Vocals)Tracks 3, 7, 18, 23,
Tracks 7, 20, 23, recorded by Dalton Applebee

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