I'm playing music in bedrooms, kitchens and rehearsal spaces these days. Sometimes in front of people, often not. I run a cash register and rotate produce for a little grocery store a few neighborhoods from my own. It takes me ten minutes to bike there. I am always late. I am dogged by the need to put on an air of professionalism and become a careerist. It makes my head spin. I am a songwriter. I am a singer. I am a good conversationlist. Unfortunately, professional conversations are rather boring and I get the sneaking suspicion that no one is listening. I'll have a new record out at the end of this winter. It's really good. It's been a bit of an ordeal getting it made, but I've grown as many things in the process. I've become a better friend, a better listener and a greater orchestrator of large mysterious events. I have had a great number of accomplices in the past few years. They have aided and abetted me in my continued stuggled against the forces of reality. I trust they know who they are and how much I appreciate the support.
Scott Gordon made us sound really good in the paper once: "Dietrich Gosser makes folk-y bedroom pop that sounds big and inviting, often with the help of drummer and avant-percussionist Dan Kuemmel. With or without the atmospherics, though, Gosser's music has a quiet, unassuming qaulity that can set a convincing mood with just a few patient notes..." -The Onion AV Club March 29, 2007
