We recently spent some time inside the 1939 World’s Fair. At the invitation of Twin Cities Public Television, we’ll soon spend some time inside the 2015 Minnesota State Fair. Come hear new songs, old songs and the spaces in between on Sunday, September 6 at 6pm on the TPT Front Porch Stage. Click here for full schedule.
We were grasping for words and cornering sounds,
As the harvest moon emptied and filled herself again.
Now the winter constellations offer advice,
“Upside-down, reversed, purple hi-hat.”
It’s possible these stars are just lonely or bored and only still talking to keep us around.
A second possibility: we have yet to reach our event horizon and a new album will appear in 2015.
You are a crew member aboard spacecraft Aspera. You’ve just awoken from hypersleep on an interstellar flight. Good morning. The ship’s been on auto-pilot for hundreds of years. But now, it’s up to you to keep the ship intact. Certainly, your memory’s a little foggy. Trust your instincts. Follow the instructions. You’ll do fine.
Your in-flight entertainment will be provided by us. For your pioneering spirit, we will debut never-before-heard songs from their upcoming album. Each set will feature projection mapping and bring us closer to our destination. Showtimes begin at 9:30pm, 10:30pm, 11:30pm, 12:30am and 1:30am.
Sound. Light. Switches. Levers. Knobs.
Our friend, Braden Lee, beautifully constructed this gorgeous companion piece for our ode to the first skyscraper west of the Mississippi, and the man behind the spire.
We’re pleased to announce our November residency, Wednesdays, at the Amsterdam Bar and Hall in Saint Paul. We’ll be sharing the evenings with a number of fine musicians and viewers like you.
11/6 Strange Relations, The Brighton // 8pm / Free Admission / 21+
11/13 Grant Hart (Sound Unseen Film/Music/Art Fest) // 8:30pm / $10 / 21+
11/20 Jeremy Ylvisaker, Adrian Suarez & Mike Lewis // 8:30pm / Free Admission / 21+
11/27 Retribution Gospel Choir, Prissy Clerks // 8pm / $10 / 21+
Many thanks to Dan Stewart, who shot and edited us playing among the printed catacombs of the historic James J. Hill Library (founded by deceased Minnesotan and railroad tycoon, James J. Hill) and The Library Recording Studio (founded by living Minnesotan and production tycoon, Matt Patrick).
Here’s to the written word – its death, burial and resurrection.
Long live book rock.
Cheers to Will Keeler, who directed and filmed us through the forests and plains of Minnesota last March, with the help of some friends and their drone cameras.
We enjoyed the chase.
Well, truth be told, one of us had the stomach flu.
And mostly enjoyed the part where he stopped being chased.
Check out more of Will’s work here.
We’re currently planning fall shows, some regional touring, and the release of several music videos. I’ve been writing a lot of new songs over the last month or so and thinking through the next album.
Here’s something that got me thinking through the last album – a poem I wrote for class.
The assignment: describe a color without mentioning the color. I had recently come across some footage from the 1939 World’s Fair and found myself both haunted and enchanted. One thing led to another… and World of Tomorrow.
Place me at the center of the Fair
Of pressed pants and fedoras, dresses and pearls
Of handkerchiefs, umbrellas and gloves
Place me in the world of tomorrow
Of Superhighways and Television, Nylon and Air-Conditioning
Of View-Masters, Smell-O-Vision and robots that smoke
Give me forward motion and frictionless speed
Give me Trylon and Perisphere
Give me electricity
Give me Flushing Meadows and a bottle of Coke
Give me a bench to hang my feet from
Give me the swing to the bandleader’s sway
Howard Hughes circling the world in a plane
Water cascading o’er Tarzan and Jane
Parachutes lifting and pulling from our Eiffel Tower
Build me a Plymouth while I wait
Show me apples and lollipops and bullfights on ice
Show me the legs of a beauty queen
Take me on a camel ride to monkey mountain,
As the children wave from their merry-go-round to the tap-dancing wolves
Singing “Happy Days Are Here Again”
Give me the fountains and lights and the space to forget
To never know the dollar
To never know the War
To never know hunger
Only miracle on miracle and the wonder of life
Desaturated hope, captured in Kodachrome
Place me in Eden
Before the Flood
Before we grew old
Before the angels at the gate with the flaming sword