In the fine and longstanding tradition of many self-described "crazed geniuses"--who lived their lives mainly by locking themselves in basements and/or attics only to produce the finest contributions to their respective scientific or artistic fields--Brian M. Weidemann The Band has pushed the envelope of independent music since the dawn of the century. Unfortunately for him, it's postage due.
With his growing arsenal of guitars and an increasing array of studio equipment, Brian has nevertheless been relegated toward the blunt base of the cutting edge, instead relying on his witty, lyrical sense and evident "mad skillz" on guitar and piano--combined however with the finest MIDI sequencing this side of Super Mario Bros.--to help carry his music through the "releases" of all nine studio albums.
Since the downfall of mp3.com and their convenient CD-on-demand pressing system, Brian's sales have suffered, but not by much, since the sales were never impressive to begin with.
From old "classics" like This Song (Is Not About Julie) and Namesake Composition to later "hits" like Filler Track and Blow Me Wendy, Brian has, through his songwriting, persisted against, frankly, about every body part of adversity. His most recent project, Scantily Clad Singularity, is the next step in his imaginary staircase to the top. He's still wondering what it lies at the top of.
