Ash Tree Lane [Mar. 2007 - Sept. 2008]

This is Ash Tree Lane.
We are no longer playing shows. Check our blog if you're curious.
We've dubbed ourselves as metal indie progressive hardcore. Or maybe Progcore. Prog-core? Take your pick.
A brief shout out to everyone we've shared the stage with:
Alaska Thunder Funk, Arize, Bolt Action Beaver, Bullet 4 Daisy, Chaoticus, Charity at the Silos, Effector Seed, The Hoons, Hooves For Hands, Into The Dead Sea, Kill Tango, Korupture, Koto's Sighting, Monster Eats Pilot, Proletariat, The Riot, Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Knockout, Rockfish, Stuntcock, The Suicide Nation, Theory of Hate, Toast 'Til Ten, Twelve O Clock High, and What May Fall.

Brenden:

Orphaned at Birth he was raised by a pack of ferrell wolves in the woods North Dakota. He learned the skill of rat skinning for his pack. One day while skinning the rats he accidentally plucked the rat's tail causing a startling noise, a low E. Not realizing what he had stumbled across he began to repetitively pluck the E Tail till a melodic rhythm arose. And as his wolven brethren gathered round the melody came out faster and stronger till they joined in with a chorus of howls and yelps. He then created the first bass a 4 tailed semi hollow turtle shell bass and would go on tour as The Pack. He one day met another such skilled musician who would coax him (with large amounts of raw rat meat) into becoming the bassist for Ash Tree Lane.

Matt:

I'm Matt.

Jacob:

As a small fetus created from random stem cells, his life was to be dedicated to science. That was until he was kicked out for making too many bad sarcastic jokes. Life on the streets for a fetus was tough. No one takes a small half evolved baby seriously when it's sitting on the corner of Dimond and Old Seward with a sign that says "Homeless fetus, looking for rich woman's womb (to grow in)". It soon became hard to find cardboard boxes big enough to write that on. Then one day the magical hobo council decided that the streets were no place for a fetus and spent the entire hobo grand fortune (about $5.43 in change) to buy him a child sized guitar at a garage sale. He then lived inside the body of the guitar until...wait...that wasn't me...ummm...I'm pretty sure I was the one that coaxed Brenden with the rat meat though.

Nate:

A man was once involved in some INTERSPECIES EROTICA with a raven. The offspring was nothing less then what was expected. As young child this half bird-half man creature was taught in the ways of flying. One awful day in march the Bird-man found himself being hunted. As he fled his wings were cut off by ninja stars. Now the bird-man looking human hunted down the hunter and slit his throat with his ear bleeding voice. The once part bird, now fully human being suddenly passed out, exhausted by the events prior. He awoke to the sound of a band playing in a garage. He walked in, grabbed a mike and started singing. And thus Nate became the lead singer of ASH TREE LANE.

Derek:

Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a boy. As a child, this boy always dreamed of becoming an amazing squirrel farmer. however, as the boy aged, he came to realize that he wasn't growing (except in the pants). on his 13th birthday, a very large man came to visit him at his home. this man, the boy realized, was Santa clause. the boy finally realized why he had never reached his desired hight of 4'10'', he was an elf. One day while he was helping make a toy hammer for a child in Africa, he dropped it, and it made an amazing sound. the boy kept hitting other toys in the workshop until finally Santa banished him to an icy city known as Anchorage. There, he could finally use his talent for beating the crap out of things in a new band, Ash Tree Lane.