C. Emblom - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Been playing music in MPLS. for a few years now. Cold Superior. Duluth has been good to me as well. Thank you so much. collabrating. Grew up along the banks of the muddy Mississippi river. Friends with many, liked by few. 12-string. Melancholy. Rainy Mondays. Once killed a man with his bare fists. Evergreen. Batesville. Folger's coffee can drumming.Additional Work...PressPhotos with Nick Robin and FriendsFilmdemonhellride..

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 3/11/2006
Band Members: C. Emblom - guitar, vocals, phase samper, mandolin, bass, magnus chord organ + crappy harmonicabelonna - drums, additional guitar, vocals, screamshands-others+delay=clapping
Influences: Crickets, my friends, an old banjo, a bottle of Jack Daniels, a rusty pocket knife, folklore, and life's unexpected events.
Sounds Like: Postmodern folk, Be Lonna's living room, first takes, chaos.*Song: St Rita (2007) *Song: It must be my vintage camo (2007)
Type of Label: None

My Blog

newart21408

newart. enjoy....
Posted by C. Emblom on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:47:00 PST

sharpie as media

This happened a few weeks ago. Just after the oil paintings. > the nude pour lump > horse share loneliness > dance Bread box > Picasso's Owl* *inspiration...
Posted by C. Emblom on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 12:19:00 PST

Pablo, honey, wont you come to Minnesota?

Some of my newer pieces. I hope you enjoy....
Posted by C. Emblom on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 03:30:00 PST

Warrens Passion

His love. For fifty-five years he sketched her image. Repeatedly. With each line on the parchment Shown the same image of beauty as the initial. His wife.He recalled her youthful image. As if...
Posted by C. Emblom on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 08:52:00 PST

the first, the only

Selfish I was,the eve our night skyburst into flames.At that moment,a studder of the toungeset spin the demons.of lust and passion,again and again......
Posted by C. Emblom on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 05:48:00 PST

My Rising Son

A result of the malestroma memory folded like a paper craneit flew awaybehind the sunthe wax wings meltedTo its risks lest takenthose chances, romancesWords he has spoken,falling from so high abo...
Posted by C. Emblom on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:05:00 PST

Athene, disguised as Mentes

No, its a 4 year thing but its very specialized...Who? No... How, did he have a heart attack or somthing?What about Las Vegas? You know he cashed in that evening.Flowers.Hospitality.Food.Her fine silk...
Posted by C. Emblom on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 08:51:00 PST

the super ego. p3

"Just put the gun away and no one will get hurt.""what me, worry?"...
Posted by C. Emblom on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 10:22:00 PST

moment in a day.

He's taken his time, admits its not mine.Just crossed that line and the feeling is fine.The angers not there and he really dont care.He said it wont matter, it seems to all fair.She walks to the porch...
Posted by C. Emblom on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 08:02:00 PST