Member Since: 5/19/2006
Band Website: pifersound.com (coming soon)
Band Members: experiences; bad and good, memories; bad and good, dreams; bad and good. every person that has come and gone in my life, every person that has stayed in my life, and the hope and dispair of dreaming of who will come into my life. all guitars, vocals, bass, drums- pifer...
Influences: morgan skye, elijah john, and christopher john. john denver, lenny kravitz, jack johnson, guns n roses, slash, jim croce, bob dylan, prince, madonna, carly simon, the black crowes, james gallway, pat matheny, blue october, wolfgang amadeus, mahalia jackson, gospel. the journey, the wrong turns, the right turns, the vine. the loss of an ego so big and so powerful, i am amazed i am still standing. the gain of understanding and acceptance of all things that exist outside my pretty little world. the acceptance of everything inside my little world. empty saviors and divorce papers. full moons, half moons, quarter moons, no moons, the sun, the sky, the stars, that breeze that drifts through bringing cool, refreshing air in the dead of night. road trips by myself to places i once ruled. the collapse of my kingdom, but the resilience to remain and begin a new kingdom; one where my throne is a hammock swaying back and forth between two trees, and there would be no human left unloved by others, but most importantly themselves. the sound of night, the sound of day. the sound of the candy apple brown. the smell of cotton candy. the sight of old eyes in a new light. the vibe of an energy so fucking strong, but such bad timing, so bad it may strike out. baseball games and blueberry. wine, soulful chats on warm nights. mr robin and the unknown. sea turtles, weird dreams, nice dreams, sexy dreams, sad dreams. my voice on her trampoline, her voice on my roof. the way we talk and flow. the true understanding. the way she makes me smile. the way i make her smile. the patience i exhibit, the honesty she provides. the way she listens to my music and knows the stories behind the words. the way i read her messages and know whats behind the thoughts. the old cozy lived out by the new cozy; the new cozy living vicariously through the old cozy. the excitment, the disappointment, the anxiousness and the paint brush. the idea that i have no fucking idea what i am doing here, there, and every where. the confidence i feel knowing im right where i should be; learning more, seeing more, writhing less and being my best to every man, every woman, every child, and myself. universal love. the weekends with craig and mary. the discovery i made in their presence, and the discoveries they made in mine. the soulful inertia that pushes me to discover and absorpb everything that comes my way, and the ability to wrap my vine around whatever it may be to see if it is worth letting go. the upcoming summer, the forgotten winter, salvation in the eye of the storm. the last cigarette of the night, the last cigarette in the morning. the sunlight in my eyes, the old man that walks through my neighborhood every day. breathing, smiling, laughing excessively. loving excessively, crying because im sad, crying because im happy. crying for the fuck of it. all four windows down in my vanity wagon, sunroof open, music up, phone off, sunglasses on, cigarette light, headed west into the sunset, waiting for the sunrise come the morning just so i can feel everything again....
Sounds Like: echoes of memories celebrated, but not obsessed. if you could somehow slide a microphone into my soul and describe it, that would be the sound. when the soul is uneasy, the music stutters. when the soul is warm and cozy, the music darkens. when the soul is breathing and warm and fuzzy, the music flows like a riverwide. right now, the music is flowing. some space has been freed in my head, allowing new and bigger and brighter things cruise in. new people, new places, new experiences. no longer are there crushes that wont crush, nor are there shallow destinies. the silver screen doesnt have anyone on it at the moment, but if you look closlely you can see the images left behind by the movie star of the past.... they journey is so different, and so inexplicable now that attempting to use words would make me sound feeble and dreamy. its amazing what happens when you truley let go of what you thought you knew to be true and pure, but was only a canvas made up of the shattered pictures before the last run. the slate had been cleaned, the soul cleansed, and the spirit has spread its wings again, ready to soar on this new level of love i have found....... so if you want to know what it sounds like, you tell me what you hear when you listen. then, relatively, because everything is relative, that would be what it sounds like.
Record Label: At Luna Studios
Type of Label: Indie