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Brice Randall Bickford is known for recording and performing as The Strugglers from 2001 to 2009. During those years, Bickford released four LPs and toured Europe and the U.S. multiple times before leaving the band name behind. He released his first eponymous album, which was produced by Scott Solter, in 2011.

Bickford's songwriting has earned him wide recognition from influential musicians and critics alike. Pitchfork has described his writing as "tracing a single thought or sketching a single image throughout the course of several bars, building suspense and making you wait patiently for the pay-off".

His sixth album, Paro, was released by Austin-based Keeled Scales on February 24th, 2017.

Read an interview about the album concept and Bickford’s history as a North Carolina musician here: theartscenter-blog.tumblr.com/post/147596811873/artist-dialogue

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released February 24, 2017

Produced, recorded and mixed by Scott Solter. Cover and lyric sheet by Alex Lazara. All songs © B.R. Bickford.

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Track Name: The First Grain
Son they sure did whip me today
My old man used to say
We had the Lord to thank
As he sank in the other room
A sawtooth sawdust salesman
And thus in the a.m. mirror I am
Seeing only that I have to withstand

Millennia of mistakes
Here on the breath of an underground train
That takes me to my screen
And the family business
We’ve been swindling for so many years
Ever since we planted the first grain
The notion of wanting
To be more than sustained

When you cut your teeth on
Whatever you were handed
The first time thinking, I don’t belong
You didn’t know the half of it
Sorta like the district
In the evenings come midweek
When the exodus is swelling all around me
For escape after ten thousand years as poor actors

Facing this backfiring engine
I don’t want any part of
Imagining the bodies
That could finally match it

When you cut your teeth on
Whatever you were handed
The first time thinking, I don’t belong
You didn’t know the half of it
You only knew you wanted to be true
No wonder our bodies feel
No wonder
Our bodies feel out of tune