Greg McGarvey

I was born Gregory Scott McGarvey on April 29, 1983, twenty-five years after Michelle Preiffer , twenty-nine years after Jerry Seinfeld , fifty years after Willie Nelson , seventy-five years after Ike Everly , eighty-four years after Duke Ellington , and one-hundred years after someone named Ambrose Moses McConnell. I'm a proud native of New York City's apartment complex, New Jersey, which I can clearly smell from my current home in beautiful Bucks County, Pennsylvania . I make throat tones and play acoustic, electric, lap steel, and bass guitars, piano, organ, tambourine, music box, and thumb piano in GETdownSOULS . I've been playing since J.J. McGarvey bought me my first acoustic guitar, and Dad McGarvey first exposed me to The Everly Brothers , whose albums and concerts motivated me to become a musician (and whose album jackets reportedly taught me how to read).My interests include flea markets, being semi-lost in nature, Macintosh apples, traveling, shit that's quaint, the animated painting in the sky, jub-jub, reverb, hot showers, redheads, when beef and bacon collide, thrift stores, walking, not jogging, vanilla bean ice cream, vibraphones, pedal steel guitar, dancing drunk people, photography, Dennis Kucinich's wife, Centralia, sunlight, smart girls, second-hand pot smoke, my piano dude music box, L-ing O L, naked time, overtones, Norah O'Donnell, Gorilla nurse using an old-fashioned abdominal exerciser while listening to Juice Newton, Pappy, Squirt, Jamal, Wanda, Tater Tot, New Jersey, candlelight, Hebrew National beef franks, abandoned industrial sites, female art students, harmony entwined, natural echo, the rusted-out train car in the woods next to the scrapyard, jub-jub, Jim Gaffigan, backwards speech, portabella mushrooms, incense, vehicular flirtation, dried mangoes and things that purport to be mango-flavored, Tullytown, the words nougat, paprika, bioluminiscent, and gelatinous, testing the limits of 1-800-GOOG-411's voice recognition capabilities, playing my Zune in shuffle mode, Ellen Page, jub-jub, and Cecily Tynan.

"One thing that has come out of having children with cerebral palsy is strength. I look around and see people hurting themselves for no reason. Drinking too much. Taking drugs. Beating themselves up in some psychological way. That really bothers me, knowing that these people got everything they needed to succeed. All they have to do is believe in themselves and in the gifts they're wasting. And yet there are all these other people on the planet who have none of the gifts that are apparent. The gifts are all locked up inside, yet their spirits are so strong that they just keep on going. And I think: This person who has this spirit, why can't he have some of the of the outward gifts?" - Neil Young
"Back to the forest, to the wheat fields, to the river, to the ocean. I go where the wind is. That's my church." - Neil Young
"Pee more; live longer." - Willie Nelson
"Peace is not an awful lot to ask."
"He pauses and looks out the window. ''At a certain point, trained, accomplished musicians'' -- which is to say, not him -- "hit the wall. They don't go there very often, they don't have the tools to go through the wall, because it's the end of notes. It's the other side, where there's only tone, sound, ambience, landscape, earthquakes, pictures, fireworks, the sky opening, buildings falling, subways collapsing. . . . When you go through the wall, the music takes on that kind of atmosphere, and it doesn't translate the way other music translates. When you get to the other side, you can't go back. I don't know too many musicians who try to go through the wall.'' He stops for a moment. ''I love to go through the wall,'' as if you ever doubted it for a moment." - Steve Erickson interviewing Neil Young
"If it wasn't for that horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college." - unknown
"I can't brain today. I have the dumb." - unknown
The Everly Brothers with The Crickets, "Bird Dog," "('Til) I Kissed You," "(All I Have To Do Is) Dream" and "Cathy's Clown," 4/6/60, Alma Cogan Show