Jeff Buckley, Foo Fighters, Beatles, Emery, The Smiths, Queens Of The Stoneage, Chicago, Coheed and Cambria, David Bowie, Led Zepplin, Captain Beefheart, Electric Light Orchestra, Bob Dylan, Steely Dan, The Used, Procol Harum, U2, The Doors, The Cure, Alexisonfire, James Gang, Jimi Hendrex, Fleetwood Mac, Tim Buckley, Radiohead, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen
Sounds Like
The Doors meets Radiohead with a touch of R.E.M. and The Cure
The names and faces in Paint may look quite familiar. Formed from the smoldering ashes of a great Texoma original rock band (Animasoul), Paint is determined to take the next step and become one of north Texas' most talked about bands.
Paint is made from the colorful gooey imaginations that gracefully dance around in the wonderful and talented minds of Don Hayes (vocals/guitar), Jim Giles (guitar/vocals), Beau Sexton (drums/vocals), and Brent Hemperley (saxophone/bass/vocals). When these four musicians get together, they produce sparks that remind the listener of their passion for music.
Paint writes simple songs about complex things: love, family, home, life, and politics. Phrases turn, emotions connect, and melodies soar. You find yourself singing along even though you've never heard the tune before.
With their exciting performances, inimitable sound, respect for the audience, charming attitudes, unpredictable mood swings, Paint has been undoubtedly making their presence known throughout the central/mid-western United States.
Come to a show and find out for yourself!!!
P = PROMISING
A = ARTISTS
I = IN
N = NECESSARY
T = TIMES
For Booking Contact:
Joel Shilling Baseline management
903.821.0401
baselinemgmt@yahoo.com
you know, a girl who would murder her own true love would kill a little bird like me. you see, she had brown sugah all over her booga-wooga. booga wooga yah! she was sniffin all around like a half-grown female pup. and with her knees up on the glove compartment, she took out her barrettes, and her hair spilled out like rootbeer, and she popped her gum and arched her back. she grabbed me closely by my socks, so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks. but of all these friends and lovers there is no one compares with you... she's got her own obligations and so do i. did she die of old age or was it for my sins?
but then josh says "my hands kinda tickle" and suddenly everything is alrighty again.
sometimes just eating the drugs isn't enough, you really have to slow down and savor the flavors. knuckles don't get white all on their own!
according to theoretical physics the fourth dimension is time, and that makes me fucking angry. you wouldn't do that to me, would you, paint? get me all hot and bothered about the possibility of a completely new means of perceiving the universe and then say it's something i'm already experiencing? no... of course you wouldn't.
of course you wouldn't. that's why i like you, you're on this side of the imaginary line. we're a small bunch, eh? small like peas in a serving bowl, just about ready to choke a bitch.
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