Member Since: 12/5/2007
Band Members:***TRAVELER*** is a song i wrote on a sunny spring morning and recorded in the afternoon on my porch... the piano is a new love, my yamaha p-85 :)***TIGER*** was recorded for Chill Out:An Acoustic Compilation Volume 2 (available on iTunes in the spring). I think its the first really sassy song I ever wrote and it is SO much fun to sing.***OH DAVID*** is my first official Garageband recording (yay!). I was gonna add snazzy effects to make it sound psychedelic and dreamy but was advised not to, by my friends. So if it sounds like I’m singing on the floor of a dirty closet, that’s because I was! Andrew Brown recorded the guitar part in the bathroom of his hotel room in Nashville and emailed it to me. It really is amazing what you can do with a silly laptop these days. ***IN THE NIGHT*** is the same sort of deal :) xoxo
Influences: doris day, david gray, nate sabin, lori sabin, phil aud, the bee gees, massive attack, dolores hart, train, eva cassidy, michael english, amy yanok-flatto, madeleine peyroux, ray charles, prince, james taylor, radiohead, kirk franklin, damien rice, elvis presley, marc broussard, duncan sheik, nina simone, ray lamontagne, lex land, marcy playground ...
Sounds Like: Most of my music has an element of make-believe or rather, an exaggerated form of the truth. Real feelings that I haven't committed to. Ideals that I haven't attained. Songs come through "venting" usually. A spew of thoughts and emotions that out of responsibility or maturity (ha) I simply cannot live by (or die by, for that matter). Only recently have I been able to write a song complete. My notebook is overflowing with pieces and bits of could-be's that may or may not ever be finished. And that's alright with me. I've stopped trying to make my mark on the world or express who I really am. Who I really am... is empty. Limitless, empty, space confined (for the time being) to a body. That [song,poem,etc] is not my soul. That is merely my humanity. Consequently, without effort, things are seeming to just flow. Thoughts that have frustrated me because I can't lyrically write them are just easily dancing onto the page. Melodies floating onto the keys. I don't even begin to suggest that they are profound or beautiful... but they are what they are. And they're not enslaved by my inhibition any longer. It is a wonderful thing :)
Record Label: your mom
Type of Label: None