Trevor Beld-Jimenez: arranger and composer
Tania Beld-Jimenez: voices
Brook Dalton: drums and Percussion
Nels Rosengren: guitars
Jason Bays: bass
Seth Pettersen: lap Steel and voices
Brian Granillo: Percussion and drums
Landon Smith: odds and ends
Heather Rae: voices
Rory Stalwick: guitars and keys
Matt Barks: Synth
影響
True Love, Burt Bacharach, The Byrds, Michael Nyman, Curtis Mayfield, Gram Parsons, riding bikes, my friends and family, All things must pass, The Grateful Dead, John Coltrane
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Order a copy of "The Understanding" the new record from Tall Tales and the silver lining!!!
Tall Tales and the silver lining are from Ventura, Ca.
Tall Tales’ sound can be described as an amalgam of Americana Revivalist, and sun-soaked, multi-instrumental experimentation with a focus on ethereal yet rationalized lyrics surrounding the themes of love, nature, and friendship.
According to Robin Hilton of NPR, the music embodies “a carefree mix of country folk, with simple guitar strums that mingle playfully with spare rhythms and sweet harmonies.”
"It's as obvious as the name of the band itself: the promise of something transcendent, glistening and richly illuminating."- VC Reporter
Hi! Thanks for being our friend! It would mean a lot if you'd check out our songs and leave us a comment. If we're doing our job you might even get a smile out of it. Comment how you feel!
Also, if you're in the Salt Lake City area let me know, we are trying to build a really strong local fanbase and always looking for people to jam with! Get with us early and we'll hook you up when we're huge...which will probably be in a week or two.
Thanks Trevor for the cool show at ArchiTexture.My daughter said it was the best show we have taken her to.And she's seen quite a few.Peace.Jeff,Nora and Grace.
Caught the end of the Laurel show from my backyard, it was a magical sound traveling through time and mist. Had a good nights sleep that night. sending love
A poem from W.S.Merwin/"Parts of a Tune",One old man keeps humming the same few notes of some song he thought he had forgotten back in the days when as he knows there was no word for life in the language.And if they wanted to say eyes or heart they would hold up a leaf and he remembers the big tree where it rose from the dry ground and the way the birds carried water in their voices.They were all the color of their fear of the dark and as he sits there humming he remembers some of the words.They come back to him now.He smiles hearing them come and go.
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