AJ Jasper: Fish Guitar-Badassery, Will Kindler: Guitars-Pedal Steel-Screeches, and James Lemire: Pots-Pans-Facial Hare (The rabbity kind)
Influences
EDITH PIAF, Jacques Brel, JOHN JACOB NILES, Robbie Robertson, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Townes van Zandt, Joanna Newsom, The Stray Cats, KEITH RICHARDS, Jeff Buckley, Hank Williams, Neil Young, Robert Johnson, MARC BOLAN, Jeff Tweedy, Tom Petty, Selda Bagcan, Roger Miller, JOHNNY CASH, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, Duane Eddy, Screaming Jay Hawkins, The Beatles, Ray Charles, Nina Simone, CUTTY SARK WHISKEY, Bombay Sapphire, Coors, Kent Cigarettes.
Will Kindler began his days as an actor, pretending to be Paul McCartney or Roy Orbison while listening to their records – his fondest wish being that he could find a way to tune his nylon guitar. As the years went on and friends and strangers mingled in the cafes that became his home, Kindler developed a style that mimicked everyone that he heard, from Hank Williams to John Jacob Niles. Guitar was his first love, and he never intended to be a singer of any sort. In fact, he was set against it. After discovering the records of Muddy Waters and BB King, Kindler says “I fully intended to be a blues man. I was fourteen years old and I wanted nothing more than to wear a leather jacket and play in bars for the rest of my life.” He began to realize: he wasn’t that good yet. He could, however, accurately reproduce the voices of many of his favourite singers. Switching from electric to acoustic, Kindler set off on a tour of every coffee house and divvy church hall that he could find in the Northeast who would let him play, from Maine to Chicago and from Montreal down to Baltimore. Covering everyone from Billie Holiday and Nina Simone to Edith Piaf and Robert Johnson, he sold demos of his songs and worked out his guitar skills which slowly grew to his liking. Something however was missing. “I really wanted to be performing more of my own work, but everything I wrote seemed so dry and lifeless. I was writing about real things without ever having experienced them and it showed.” So, at the age of nineteen, Kindler moved to a nineteenth century manor house, where he lived in the servant’s quarters. There was no heat all winter and electricity was touchy at best. But it was real. Amid the squalor and nights of whiskey-fueled singalongs came something new. Emerging that spring, older, poorer, but with a volume of new songs, he set out to finish the record that became Trifles for Queen Jane, the first full length record that he has completed to date.
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Thank you very much for da Link Up & Sharing the Music Nice to meet you through cyberlink! Luv your tunes & keep up da Great Work! Wishes you All da Best in 2009! Enjoy your Weekend!
Will I just wanted to say I want to grow up to be just like you haha and that i miss you and will see you soonish. piece and love buddy piece and love...
Saw you last night in Londonderry...I got a kick out of running across one of my myspace friends so arbitrarily! My guy's in the Darlings they went on after you. You sounded good, I like your music here
Trifles for Queen Jane makes me feel like I'm listening to one of the old classic vinyl albums like Sgt. Pepper or Dark Side of the Moon. I just want to hold it in my hands and listen in big ol' cushioned plastic headphones and read all the words on the back of the album cover. It is breathtaking. A fan and kids' musician in NH, Steve
What is myspace good for if we don't talk to our friends?! We're The Central Powers from Las Vegas We dig on talking to you guys! So, with that being said..wassuup?
Just wanted to let you know we finally got you up and featured on our blog this week. We love the stuff and at the very least hope it brings a few more plays.
The Nutmeg Effect
By (H+) M.S.G. (from the archives)
I can’t see anything now
The spice is blinding
There are endless colors and sounds
And rolling banks of milky clouds
On the backs of giant turtles, awake
Walking through a world of ash
And alabaster moons are circling
I can hear the demons singing
They look like you or me
But they aren’t saying anything
They said ten grams was the thing
And now I lost them somewhere
Back there is a fire, with satin tongues
And worms swimming in the rum
Bat-wing leeches are in the air
En mass they blot out an aqua sun
My skin was green then red
There was the smell of pine then cinnamon
They said 3 o’clock, but I couldn’t hear them
I couldn’t hear them.
