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Good Sport is the second full-length album under The Air on Earth. The project was kicked off with a single studio session as a wedding gift from a friend and it continued to grow from there, drawing inspiration from the studio space and collaboration with engineer Beau Sorenson. It was recorded over a year-long period both at home and at Tiny Telephone studios in San Francisco.

Primarily constrained to headphones, the album explores synthesizers, electronic percussion, and finely detailed ambient noise in combination with pianos, layered vocals, and found sound.

These songs were shaped by the wonderful people who contributed including engineer/producer Beau Sorenson, an array of talented San Francisco and midwestern musicians, and one dad named Mike.

Good Sport is about life, family and priorities.

Engineered and mixed by
Mastered by
Recorded at
Artwork by
Production by
Nick Ball , Beau Sorenson
Performed by
Nick Ball , Beau Sorenson , Sean Carey , Jeremy Boettcher , Ben Lester , Warren Lain , Mike Ball
Thanks to
Image of me and Beau (the engineer) listening to mixes Image of me and Beau (the engineer) listening to mixes

Photo by: Warren Lain

If only we could leave our marks

In the hope they greet us in the night

On the hollow tree trunks, we climb

To the top of the fences

In time, we were brothers

Production
Pedal steel
Ben Lester
Guitars / Synths / Programming
Nick Ball

You were on the ground

Waiting on

Waiting for the round

Always off the path

Drowning out

The weight of the warm sound

We were on an airwave

Way up

Falling on the lions

In a daze, we looked out like kings

We no longer know

Please, tell me how

To feel it all, all around

Lead me on

Almost home

(One) I no longer know

On our best day, we were brothers

All our leaders can't deny

Who we are

I was on fire

And it took a father's leap

So afraid to lose my cityscape

And I pry, pry, pry and look out to the West

Pedal steel
Ben Lester
Vocals / Programming / Guitars / Piano / Percussion / Trombones / Synths
Nick Ball

Was it silenced by California?

The ways you found us

The way we hold in

Was it over yet?

Gotta calm down

Walls are thicker

And they stand tall

Well the protest, we can’t afford you

Still you find us

Still you ease in

But you sold us all (all on your own)

On all your good lies

All you've earned in time

You deserve a caliber war

Nothing ever followed

The calling order

And the lazy lob, you longed

Bass / Synths
Jeremy Boettcher
Synths / Programming / Vocals / Piano
Nick Ball

I was in your heart when I asked for you once

Sky was burning red

Other lives we had led

This is us

Firmly on the ends

Waiting on

I was in your arc

You recurred back to me

Run the other ones down

It's a lie I won't tell

And this is us

Caught in a loop

We have been dissolved

Part of it now

Waiting on

Waiting on

The earliest dawn

Nashville guitars
Voice
Piano / Nashville guitars / Programming / Vocals
Nick Ball

I will know what you have done

By the time you let go

You will try to hold it down

Or incite a war

You wanna fight but you like to lose

Run long. Run long.

You will see your oldest one

Come along and grow up

She takes steps in that sun dress

And while you wait, she will hum

Run long. Run long. Run long.

Try to live my life with no paradigms

Try to see, my love, you'll be alive

On empty

By the book

Why'd I need to be at fault?

Wanna feel like home

It was a long time coming

I leave wrapped in your arms and you said,

“This is how you end and how I begin”

What you've gone and done

Is light up my life full stop

Run long. Run long.

Piano / Programming / Synths / Guitars / Vocals
Nick Ball

And the hate floats

All the way up

I will be out of body

And it comes slow

To lead me

I will blur out all the colors

See: fallen arrow

On the iris dome

Flee

In the orchard

And I call it

Home

Now down parachute

I will lift off

Sleep easy

And the heat

Quick comes back

I can almost feel the colors

See: fallen narrow

On the iris dome

Flee

In the orchard

And I call it

Home

Bleed

Fallout tomorrow

Today is won

Voice
Bass
Jeremy Boettcher
Programming / Guitars / Percussion / Piano / Vocals
Nick Ball

My only sweep

My only vice

Run and wake him up

For all the tides

But you, my love, you could love him

When you are feeling like a drone

Can you hold on to this?

Hold on to the time?

A power seize

The only one

The kind of man you seek is all you know

On the waterfall of my life

Not a wond, my breed

All for one

You might run, but you can love him

If you are feeling up to it still

In another world, could you let her down?

When you are feeling like a drone

Can you hold on to this?

Hold on to this always?

Hold on to the time?

Norns / Production / Programming
Voice / Piano / Production / Programming
Nick Ball
Acoustic Guitars

In the reeds that we love

We are pulled apart

When the bottle's up and down

You can meet us at the white oak

Oh I can look past

You know you are your father’s son

When you see right to the other side

Never came to a stop

Always needed a counterweight

We lived on the corner of it

All of your reasons to be this one

All of your atoms fought

Oh I can look past

You know you are your father’s son

When you're counting down to always one

I'll always come to take you home

My weaknesses carried on by other ones now

A camera lens

Leave it for another man

Oh I can look past

You know you are your father’s son

When your eyes see what you always are

I'll always come to take you home

Keep it here in the hollow

Guitars
Mike Ball
Piano / Voice / Programming / Guitars / Synths
Nick Ball
Image of me lauging in the studio Image of me lauging in the studio

Photo by: Warren Lain

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Photo by: Warren Lain

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Photo by: Warren Lain