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About Me

Deep in the darkest depths of Danny's bedroom, one cold year when the boy couldn't drive, nor could he sing, nor could he carve furniture from blocks of wood, Antique Imp was born. Some say the imp is an avatar of the early 20th century, the spirit of Da da in the flesh. Others say he's nothing more than a nut case, a buzz-buzzing fly to be ignored or swatted or pummeled to the ground. Others say he's a dream.When asked directly as to the contents of the imp's origin, Danny was heard to reply, "I take my tea with sugar, and sometimes cinnamon." That was all.So perhaps no one will ever know. Perhaps this knowledge is not meant to be held by anyone--not in this dimension at the very least. Or perhaps the imp is only waiting, only biding his time, before he reveals himself before the whole world, naked and glimmering green for all eyes to see. Just waiting, strumming his soft acoustic melodies like clouds which drift against the sky, tossing grins up and around and catching them in jars.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/11/2007
Band Members: DANNY FASOLD - strumming strings, chantings, spacey things, whatchyamacallits, violins, crumpled paper, xylophones, botched solos, the sound of skin being slappedDRYDEN VAN CLEAVE - echoes, string reverberations, both limp noodling and extreme noodling, choir boy assignations, haunted analog controllers, air guitar and the sound of 'shake'OSCAR A. HIGUERA - pseudo-native american drum beats, click-clacking noises, "crash!" and an assortment of other loud, rhythmic onomatopoeias
Influences: Brian Eno, Jonny Greenwood, Legendary Pink Dots, Destroyer, Grizzly Bear, Brian Wilson, Syd Barrett, David Bowie, Bjork, Espers, Deerhunter, Sigur Ros, Joy Division, Nirvana, The Beatles, Caribou, Stereolab, and a host of others
Sounds Like: A person who knows nothing about folk music trying to make a peculiar brand of folk music
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Still tossing grins...

I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who's been so supportive of Antique Imp. So many of you have left us so much love in recent months that it's really been very inspiring. As you may kno...
Posted by Antique Imp on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 04:32:00 PST

Broken Glass Sky

In the dusk light moon, still straggling around The color here, it presents no sound But I swear that last scene was just your thing Got wondering if city light held such sway On the cra...
Posted by Antique Imp on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:20:00 PST

City Boy

Dave left town with not a word, no one was warned, not a goodbye Dirt in his trails, wind in his hair, he disappeared into the night Money in his pocket, careening soundless, he was off to see ...
Posted by Antique Imp on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:15:00 PST

Marmalade

This coffee is way too hot So many eyesores tonight clung like glue Dung is dropping from the sky Smells like me and you Cast your empty thoughts out tonight Come down, you dukes of mode...
Posted by Antique Imp on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:10:00 PST