Joran Stegner - sax and vocals
Marilyn Huffman - vocals
Brian Visel - back up vocals and flutes
Brian Rogers - piano
Kuba - Drums
Tracy Thomas - guitar
Influences
Ozzy, Bob dylan, Clapton, Metallica, Jim White, Jewel, Bach, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, Brian Rogers, Tracy Thomas, Kerri Cambell, Dave Mathews, Tim Reynolds, Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Janis Joplin, 1950's rock and roll, Louis Armstrong.
Sounds Like
Who the hell knows. If you know, you should tell me. Cus figuring out your own genre can be confusing. Someone once compared my sound to: Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Counting Crows, Cat Stevens, Tori Amos (cringe), Counting Crows (specifically Long December), John Lenon and (more later when I can remember them)
For a while I was hosting a poetry reading over at a friends coffee house in downtown Glendale on Sunday nights. It is gone now. But they still have a great reading on Tuesday nights hosted by Dani Garrity. I also used to do a poetry radio show at inspire radio in downtown Glendale on Sundays with Faith, but alas it is gone as well. You can still have a listen, though. The recordings are still up and available for anyone who wants to listen to them.
I help with a talk show once a month called Grand Ave. Live. I do a bit of writing, I'm the music director and science correspondent. I play a little piano, do a little cracking wise. We slug our way through that train wreck on the first Thursday of the month at the Trunk space. It's worth seeing. : )
I play with members of my band Paper Box sometimes, but most times I play solo gigs. The gigs I throw up here are a mix of poetry, music and basically any performance thing that comes up.
There was something I was trying to say, somewhere at the beginning, but I've lost track since then. It was something grand involving angels and flashes of sulfur, Sam Colt, that great mathematician and humanitarian who made all men equal and Einstein who gave constant definition to their mass efforts as a species. But the tune was lost in the vibration of an infinite set of eleven dimensional strings. Eleven dimensional angels dancing on the tip of my pen. Don't give up yet! I know the answers are there, between my personal demons and the physics of godhood, lying dormant in the folds of time, burning away my memories and flashing the ice in my veins to steam. I tried holding on to the love in the form of sex and devotion. Tried being lost in the comfort of good food and song washed down with plenty of cold beer. Explored in midnight conversation that broke with the dawn on tired and happily caffeinated minds. Sought the clarity of thought possible only two thirds of the way down a bottle of tequila and buried myself in books trying to understand and remember. But it still eludes me. I'm afraid to speak because I'll reveal too much. I'm afraid to think because I know that sin lies in thought not action. Afraid to stay silent because I am all alone inside here. So I'm whispering compromise hoping that no one hears the blasphemies stuck in my throat. Afraid someone will catch my quiet ranting and be infected with grand ideas involving angels and sulfur, choirs of brimstone, redemption and that first moment when things went so terrifyingly wrong. I am scouring old songs and ripping lines from crumpled poems hoping I can coax from subconscious plays of words what is really driving this shit storm of systematic learning and failing. There was something I was trying to say, somewhere at the beginning, something grand. But I am seeking with desperation and desire, forgetting that it cannot be sought, only realized suddenly and with subtle and staggering clarity.
Take some time to see what the full band is doing. We have demos from our recent studio time up on the Paper Box myspace page. Or you can check out the Paper Box Website.
I dunno if you heard, but Tuesday is the new coolest day of the week! (It's not Wednesday anymore. )
Sure, we all go to shows, but this one actually does something extra for the community. Have part of the dough you fork over do something productive.
In other words, give a care! And see some great bands while you're at it! Plus, your wristband will get you discounts at Carly's Bistro and Lost Leaf. And let's face it, you can't pass up a discount in this day and age.
I dunno if you heard, but Wednesday is the new coolest day of the week!
Sure, we all go to shows, but this one actually does something extra for the community. Have part of the dough you fork over do something productive. In other words, give a care! And see some great bands while you're at it!
Hey, Johnathon. You may not remember it, but we've seen you play several times at Aunt Chilada's and always really dug your music. Let us know if you'd like to hook up a show sometime. Thanks, T-birds.
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