The Magnetic Fields (duh!), Bob Dylan, The Drifter Phase, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Long Winters, Nick Jaina, Erin Lizardo, Regina Spektor, Crooked Fingers, Tom Waits, Thin White Rope, Mountain Goats, Paul Simon, Andrew Bird, Wilco, Donner Party, Of Montreal, Point Juncture WA, The Pogues, Al Larsen and Some Velvet Sidewalk, Elliot Smith, Camper Van Beethoven, The Decemberists, Game Theory, A Case For Radio, Tom Petty, Jim Yoshii Pile-Up, Jonathan Richman, Guided By Voices, Bruce Springsteen, Quasi, Uncle Tupelo, Killed By Bears, any Steve Bryant band, the Lather Records Empire, The Wire, Dollopotamii, My Popus, Portland and all of its sounds, Extended periods of glaciation, Neurontin, Redding, the Columbia River Gorge, algae, subduction zones, Cascade volcanoes, the Fibonacci sequence, Mersenne primes, erratic behavior and the Parallel Universe...
So… what the hell is an Envelope Peasant, anyway!? Is this some attempt to be clever by duping the masses with a meaningless string of nouns!? Does referring to yourself as an Envelope Peasant somehow make you better than everyone else? Anything for attention? I mean, seriously, what the hell is going on here? Or is The Envelope Peasant actually aware of some arcane truth of which the rest of the world is just not cognizant? Well, that does not seem all that likely…
Anyway, what you need to know about The Envelope Peasant is that he is a slightly histrionic and sometimes overly sensitive singster-songster who may or may not be bipolar. He was a one time singster-songster for The Vertels and Dearest, Crown (sic) and a current singster-songster for Harvester and the Pony Diggers. In these roles, he goes by the even more ridiculous name Sean Harrasser (given at birth). He plays solo under the new and improved moniker, so don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand. There may be nothing to understand. Don’t be afraid when an Envelope Peasant shows up in your town and asks you to come pay attention to him for an hour or two. You and the Envelope Peasant can discuss this and other topics of mutual interest over drinks. Well, enjoy your fleetingly glorious life, and so shall the Envelope Peasant, and if these fleetingly glorious lives should confluence, then so the better.
Yellow, for sure. The shirt is simply yellowED. I recommend bleach in the next load, it'll take care of those nasty rings and pit stains too. The photo itself is soooo lo-fi that your stylist deserves a handsome raise for designing such a brilliant "I'm-just-an-ordinary-guy" look. Bravo
my goodness those are stunningly white pants, Mr. Peasant. Perhaps the sexiest white pants in the NorCal territory, Lassen prefecture. Cheers, -Jedi Eric.
This man's knowledge of 'sexy' is second to none. We've notice the tight pants many times and have wondered, "how can we be that sexy"? You are right. It is not possible.
