at the moment it's just little old me... but feel free to yodel along or bang on some pots and pans or something. also Angela McCaffery plays various instruments on Tree Of Chains and Valentine Letterbomb. and co-wrote Tree of Chains
Influences
mostly just that funny tingling feeling you get when you start manipulating sound waves. well, that and the usual cast of characters, Woody Guthrie, Louis Armstrong, Wilco, Uncle Tupelo , Sonic Youth, Tom Waits, Billie Holiday, Blind Willie Johnson, Bjork, Neil Young, Howl'in Wolf, Jeff Buckley, Bob Dylan, Hendrix, Billy Bragg, The Be Good Tanya's, Mark Ribot, Nels Cline, Dinosaur Jr, Duke Ellington, Yo La Tengo, Frank Zappa, MC5, Harry Smith Folkways Anthology, Patti Smith, The Horse Flies, Robert Fripp, Joe Strummer, Charlie Christian... and all the beautiful local folks...oh yeah and, of course Angela McCaffrey(aka. Paranormal And The Nightvision Cameras)
Sounds Like
sounds like a herd of alley cats playing the complete works of Shostakovich on banjo, steel drums, 37 subsonic glass tubas, rubber squeeky toys,a bowling ball and a pile of broken shortwave radios, 8 theremins, a ukelele sized dobro, and a screaming beatnik in a bathtub with his hat on fire.
welcome to my sonic playground....and remember, no shoving on the jungle gym!!!!!!
Somewhere out there is an off ramp from what we know that leads down to a dingy ancient crossroads where the funky rhythm and bottomless bluesy depths meet syncopated, haunted and heart piercing hopeful honesty. On that corner there is this run down little joint and if you in there you’re going to meet all these ancient souls who will sing and play all the forgotten songs. the ones from before music was used to express emotion. you know, way back before that....the songs that created the potential for emotion to even exist, and when you hear them you are going to see all the layers and colors you’ve never seen before and the strings of sound that weave them all together. Then they will take you to this spot in the back room where you can pull up a loose floor board and reach down there underneath into the dark well whose waters flow all the way back to before there was any song at all. Where all you can do is follow the sound back to it’s source. back there where music becomes a place.
Oh, and by the way, and thank you all so much for not interpretive dancing to my music!
I cried lastnight and then I ran outside and screamed "whoo-hooooo!" with everyone else. My neighborhood went nutty. The Fishtail brewery downtown sounded the whistle they bought from the old Olympia brewery. It was beautiful. Oh yeah, people were shooting off bottle rockets. Fuck Yeah!!!!
No baby, I have to go to work. I have taken off so much time lately I just can't tonight. I am taking Monday off too because my mom is having a fairly serious surgery. How are you?
