One Hand Clapping RecordsThe Terrycloth Robes
They were not given a genre. They were given an hour — the morning after, that specific stretch between about seven and eleven when the night has finally let go of you and you're standing in somebody's kitchen, or somebody's marina, grateful in a worn-out way that there is coffee. Yacht rock and blue-eyed soul, never above 96 BPM, for anybody who washed up needing it.
Yacht rock and blue-eyed soul, 1977–1981 by conviction, never once above 96 BPM — the music of the morning after, for anyone who washed up in a kitchen or a marina and needed it.
The Morning Set
Played between seven and eleven, never a minute past.
The Morning Shift
Sandy, Bobbi, Ray and Maurice — the gentle crew of the after-hours, who have never once, in the whole history of the band, accepted an evening booking.
Capt. Sandy Delacroix
the hat; the gentlest landing
Bobbi Crush
the Rhodes; keeper of the Second Verse Rule
Gentle Ray Tortuga
the slide; never hurries
Maurice “The Concierge” Banks
the mints; the fretless bottom
Given an Hour, Not a Genre
Most bands are given a genre — here is your section, here is where you belong, try not to wander. The Terrycloth Robes were given an hour. Theirs is the morning after: that one specific stretch between about seven and eleven when the night has finally let go of you and you are standing in somebody's kitchen, or somebody's marina, not quite sure how you got there and grateful, in a worn-out way, that there is coffee.
They play yacht rock and blue-eyed soul, 1977 to 1981 by conviction, at a tempo that never once climbs above ninety-six, and they play it for anybody who washed up needing it — which, over the years, has turned out to be very nearly everyone. They have never accepted an evening booking. Not once, in the whole history of the band. The night is somebody else's shift. Checkout is at noon, and they will be gone by then.
The Extras
The small stubborn objects and the lyric books — some free, some sold out, some lost. Scarcity is part of the record.
The Door Hanger
DO NOT DISTURB on one side, the other side worn blank from never being flipped. The Robes are the sound of the side you leave facing out a little too long, on purpose, the morning you are not ready to leave.
The Morning-After Songbook
Everything they'll play before eleven, and the one rule that built the band: no evening bookings, ever. Printed on the back of a room-service menu. Checked out long ago.
Pull a Thread
Every band on the label is one room of the same house. A few doors out of this one:
There's coffee, and it's still morning. Stay a while.