I don’t think he’ll mind that I’m borrowing this sweet banner (I’ll give it back). The point is: you’ll love what you’ll hear.
I’m pretty sure I had his Hypoteneuse album on repeat for the entire month I was in India, which either kept me sane or made me miss New England like crazy, but I’ve been hooked since the Gruvis Malt days. I can’t believe I took this video 6 years ago (wow):
A Heart Transplant You Could Afford
So he is/was the keyboardist for that band (sorry for the Worst Audio & Video Ever), who consistently provided the best live shows I’ve ever attended. But this is now, solo (not one of his songs, but it has GavCaz written all over it):
Big things coming, whether he likes it or not. His new album sounds ridiculously unique, and progressive even for him. Check out the other videos he has on that YouTube page.
If you want to listen to MY favorite work of his, check out A Bullet, A Lever, A Key, which chronicles his prospective life (in reverse) if he were to give up music NOW. It starts (or ends) with his suicide in a hotel room (2054) and moves back to 2007, when he ditches music for a more “normal” live. The track titles are years (as mentioned above) and narrative…and beautiful. 2054 is one of my favorite songs ever written. Enjoy.
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So there you have it! Since they chose to use the instrumental version of our song, we’ve uploaded the album version, with Renee’s Frenchspeak in all its glory, to our bandspace page.
You can watch the episode online (as seen above). Find it here, make sure the second clip is selected (Making Boundaries) and go to 03:23 in the video timeline…basically our pseudo-trip-hop starts when that wonderfully crafted aerial shot of The Palms hits the screen. Yeah.
You’ll need Flash, and some bandwidth.
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Maybe it is just has something to do with our attempt to drown out our neighbor’s sub-par taste in music but we’ve been listening to a lot more music around the house. This has been a nice escape from the bi-weekly radio fundraisers that NPR seems to be so fond of. Granted I listen to music at work all day, and during my bus ride to and from work, and when I’m on lappy (like right now), but Jonah hasn’t shown much interest lately.
Until Raffi shows up.
Now like all new “kids” albums we end up with, I always say “oh hey, this isn’t that bad.” And since I have a slightly vague recollection of this childhood “favorite” I was optimistic. But when I have “Oats And Beans And Barley” in my head at work during a client meeting I know that CD has got to go.
But he loves it.
So I try to find alternatives. Backup favorites in the past include select Gnarls Barkley tracks and anything by Feist. Jonah will occasionally make my day and request a Jetsetter (my pseudo-band) song and we’ll listen – me, pretending I’m “gonna make it one day” and him, pretending to like it.
So we try real instruments. I get out his slightly unused xylophone from his first birthday. Nothing. Our sweet Casio keyboard? A little response. The guitar makes an appearance and it is something to climb/chew on. And his teeny tiny mallet for his “toy” drum is a LETHAL WEAPON.
So it’s back to Raffi for the time being. And surprisingly he’s picking up on words (and notes, or at least some sort of change in pitch). Which is both amazing and slightly painful. But I’ll take it.
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