El Cantador began in the mind and work of Mexican artist Jose Guadalupe Posada. Nearly a century and some months later Heath Underwood discovered an exhibit of Posada's broadside illustrations in the Art Institute of Chicago. Posada's macabre prints and eerie exaggerated skeletal style gripped the young man with fear and reverance. He had been musing, over an IBM selectric typewriter during the previous few years, and dreamt of starting a musical project that would, not only create it's own musical style by referring to the past, but search within that space between the absurdities of both life and death and the "big" questions in between. (One might think of the Atari game Pong for illustration). Heath had one particular drummer/musical savant in mind who is often referred to as S.P by those in his intimate circle. With S.P,Heath, and Johnny Gwin forming the base group, friends and near-by musical comrades have pledged their time to enriching a music that is human in every sense of the word. But words are tricky, and like El Cantador, one can never expect to be welcomed without the feeling that one had to destroy something else to realize.
this is the husband...sorry about the beach...we had planned on going, then we ended up not going...but this coming weekend we are planning on packing up the kids and hitting the highway to that good ol' place called the island...talk to you soon...
sorry we skipped out on the rest of your show friday...we hadn't eaten since breakfast and weren't in the mood for a serda's wrap. you guys were great though! hope you enjoy your spiny friend. -c
Hey E.C.! it was great getting to know you a little this summer...I am driving back to Seattle tomorrow...so if you ever want to do a west coast gig, give me a call!
Any luck yesterday? Sorry I wasn't very much help. Evie picked the best time to go in her pants right on the library floor...carpet too. I'll keep on the look out for a place for you.
suck it thom yorke, underwood is back in town...maybe i was wrong, you should do the band thing and do electric...i think most would agree the night was great...thanks...
hey man, i think i will come see you tomorrow at the store, but i don't think i will see the revolt tomorrow night....i'm not cutting out because they aren't good, well maybe...i can see why you like them...his voice reminds me a bit of the singer from spoon...but the screaming is a little much for me....but if you aren't going to the show we can try to hang or something...hanging is something that people from the 80s do...
ah yes, quixote and his giants. keep an eye out for more pictures from the trip. they're amazing. looking forward to the show on the 7th. i might be working, but it doesnt matter b/c my new job is at the venue. joy!! i haven't seen you play or been able to stare adoringly at you from a distance around a dark corner in quite a long time. ;D
crap, does this mean i can't wear my shiny anklet the one with the anchor charms on it? hardy har. it's funny you sent that, and also sad that i'll still always be expecting a shark to attack every time i step foot into the gulf. i should print that out and laminate it and stash it in my waterproof fanny pack (courtesy of alabama outdoors) which i sometimes wear when swimming and whip it out every so often as a reminder. alright could this comment get any more ridiculous? i'm feeling not. but the surf goes on...the surf goes on...ladadadadee ladadadadah....
cathy and hailey ended up going today, which is friday, by the way...i couldn't go because i have a web project for my class that i will be working on all day....so, we will get together soon...have a good one mr. underwood
so it would seem that i am not going to be able to see you play music before i leave Sunday. this fact may indeed be the greatest tragedy known to man. i've been waiting in agony to see you play. missed my chance last week like a fool. woe is me...
