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Friday, November 19, 2010

Gnarballs Tour

So the tour so far has been KICKNUT. We are driving to Eugene now for what promises to be a wonderful good time. All The shows so far have been gnarly! The cops shut down our roof show in SF which sucked. "Are you guys trying to recreate your favorite U2 moments?" They said...I think they were making fun of us. Other than that we've been lucky to not have had any runs in with the neighborhood officers. Aaron has maimed both his favorite guitars and he's been kinda bummin about that. Max slipped on stage last night and ATE SHIT, it was funny. Andrew has just been going BUCKWILD...every nights a party with that guy. Thank you to EVERYONE who bought a record you are all DUMPTRUCK!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

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Friday, August 20, 2010

These Are Fun to Write

So TSR is back in the practice room! We been there for maybe a week and a half preparing for SOMA and I gotta say it's been really fucking fun. Just being in the room together and collaborating as a band instead of separate entities is something I think we've all missed. We wrote a new tune and it was great to get to push and pull and shape it into a little piece of artwork...The soma show is gonna be a gas too. There is a lot of stuff coming that I'm stoked about, always moving forward.
ALSO Max has a new project he's been working on called "Inspired into Sleep" which just recently became a band. You should check em out and friend em on facebook and stuff! They'll be playing more shows soon too!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Optimism and The New Record

Well most of our work for the first real record we've ever made is complete and we could not be more proud. We still need to work our fingers to the bone for the packaging but the music portion is in the final stages. It's very exciting to realize that it isn't up to us to judge it anymore. I mean since "conception" that's all we've done, continually judge everything about it. You first hear it and you judge it and judge it until you feel the song has told you all it can then you judge it during recording, adding things to make it more...it.
But once it's "released" it is up to whoever hears it. If it is hated or if it is treated with kindness. That's really freeing, all the questions you ask yourself really don't matter anymore and you can focus on new, exciting questions...what's on TV? How does Pete do that?

Monday, March 15, 2010

It's a Mystery

Why happy things are fleeting
Sad things last forever
And swing sets get leveled to make parking lots
I wish I was a kid again, kissing the hand of the girl I liked on the playground as my friends yelled at me to hurry the fuck up and come play soccer with them.
Life was so simple then, and now every day I'm asked a million questions I can't answer

Monday, March 8, 2010

Happy Place

The first time I heard Sparklehorse I was in a little studio in Escondido and I was plunking away on a guitar I loved (and wished I had). The studio monitors crackled in to life and I heard a stool creek loudly under the weight of something sinister and an organ that crackled into chords. I crawled into the control room as the organ continued a simple melody and, beautiful in it's simplicity, created a whole world of rain and rustling trees inside my head. Out of so little came so much. Then, as if tuning a radio, static clambered away from the organ and latched on to a bullet miced voice and a weak guitar just audible through the noise. "If I had, if I had more, more would be layed at your feet"
The static grew, drowning the song, and the organ returned marring and smearing the lines of the second verse, then the haze cleared and the song opened up, became monstrous and roared through the speakers. Guitars blared instant hooks through my ears and (as a young lad) I couldn't help but fall in love with the vision of a man devoured by a crazy horse. The song ended with a simple but mournfully honest plea. "All I want is to be a happy man." The organ returned, the song was sung, and Mark wasn't there anymore...