The Wild Maps is playing a set at It's a School Night on Monday August 6th. I've gone to several of these shows (which are curated by KCRW'S Chris Douridas) and have seen so many fantastic bands. We're super stoked to be included in this lineup!
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
The Wild Maps
The Wild Maps is a project that I've been working on with my friends Nate and Rachel Vaughan. We laid down 8 songs to analog tape last Christmas and have been working to create a unique sound with our (often) janky equipment. This is my first producing project so have a listen at www.thewildmaps.com :)
Friday, May 4, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
So I have been hanging out down by the train’s depot. No, I don’t ride.
I just sit and watch the people there. And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.
All your lives one track, can’t you see it’s pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
So now I park my car down by the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice was filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there is some room still in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul…
-Bright Eyes, Waste of Paint
I just sit and watch the people there. And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.
All your lives one track, can’t you see it’s pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
So now I park my car down by the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice was filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there is some room still in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul…
-Bright Eyes, Waste of Paint
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Taste of Italy
We might have made a video for a contest sponsored by the "Taste of Italy". We might have won. Actually, we did.
Press play to see what Nikko, Celeigh and I do for free food and wine.
Press play to see what Nikko, Celeigh and I do for free food and wine.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
San Diego
I spent this last weekend playing at E-Street Cafe and The Living Room in San Diego with Nate and Nikko. It is always a bit daunting getting up on stage in these situations. I wonder if anyone is going to pay attention. Or worse, if people are going to walk out as I disrupt the serenity of the mix CD in the background.
Sunday afternoon, we sat ourselves on a park bench by the seals in La Jolla and started playing our music. Most people walked by without stopping. Some people paused for an awkward second before shuffling their kids onward. I've never busked before and I can't say that it was a particularly fulfilling experience (we did make $7 though. Ha!).
What made the difference in these otherwise awkward situations was that one person that stopped and listened- at the cafe and on the sidewalk. So to whoever you are- thank you for teaching me the importance of stopping and listening.
Sunday afternoon, we sat ourselves on a park bench by the seals in La Jolla and started playing our music. Most people walked by without stopping. Some people paused for an awkward second before shuffling their kids onward. I've never busked before and I can't say that it was a particularly fulfilling experience (we did make $7 though. Ha!).
What made the difference in these otherwise awkward situations was that one person that stopped and listened- at the cafe and on the sidewalk. So to whoever you are- thank you for teaching me the importance of stopping and listening.
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