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The Drifter

About Me

THE DRIFTER was born of the dust, he'll walk the earth, play you a song, and return to dust in the end.I fancy myself a writer and a performer. I'm still finding my way but the vision is there. I write what I consider simple, imaginative, thoughtful songs and present them in a stripped-down, direct way I can handle on my own. I go for intensity, challenge, and creativity in my songs, thematically finding a silver lining. Songs are boxes full of everything ... I make my boxes and fill them. My songs are like bricks.THINGS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRUE ABOUT THE DRIFTER:The Drifter is just a normal guy. The Drifter writes and plays music.The Drifter killed Paul Bunyan.The Drifter is not yet twenty.The Drifter can hold his breath under water for up to an hour.The Drifter really likes poetry. The Drifter loves all kinds of music.The Drifter invented toast.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/4/2007
Band Members: The Drifter (Matt Lakeman) - Voice/Guitar/Harmonica
Influences: Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, Van Morrison, Bruce Springsteen, Iron and Wine, Bright Eyes, The Nightwatchman, Justin Sane, Anti-Flag, Against Me!, Tom Gabel, Billy Bragg, The Pogues, Social Distortion, Defiance Ohio, Rise Against, The Clash, The Levellers, Ani Defranco, Dan Bern, Kimya Dawson
Sounds Like: A fascist killing machine?
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Thoughts On Mr. Tambourine Man

   Some say this song is nonsense. Probably. Damn good nonsense if you ask this drifter. Some say it’s about a drug dealer, the Tambourine Man is the dealer man. Some say it’s ab...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 05:38:00 GMT

Walked On !!!

  Hello everybody! I’ve just uploaded my first original song as The Drifter. It’s called Walked On, it was written during March 2008. This recording was the second take, and the ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 05:29:00 GMT

Into a Fade

  Bitter frosts like breath of angels blankets the photograph, like a prison, like a cellar without a door, a lidless crate, nobody is free, even the birds are chained to the sky. These strings a...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 01:36:00 GMT