Originating from Northern Idaho, Piston was let loose on the world shortly after the disappearance of Harris Burdick. He quickly learned to conceal his panache and wicked insight behind a facade of normalcy, but to this day is unable to mask his inexplicable appeal to buzzards and other scavengers of the animal kingdom.
Nowadays, Piston can be found in the neighborhood diners of San Francisco, building songs out of c-clamps and storm clouds or hibernating beneath a blanket of scotch and omelets. Relying heavily on woody guitars and his traffic-like voice, he rarely frightens American audiences. His is the music you'd play in a burnt down living room.
drew piston. uhhh, somehow i missed that you were, you know... singing and writing songs and performing and releasing them. ROCK. that's pretty sweet, dude. me gusta.
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!! you need to put the lullbye song on your profile so I can put it on mine. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Did you tell Danny haaaaa.. I got a new touch ipod for me!!
hey drew, had fun on saturday, hope i didn't freak you out too much with my drunken rants...let's do a show together in the city or down in santa cruz sometime soon...
