Air Museum

Air Museum

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Sounds Like Jeff Buckley filling in for Beck while Sufjan Stevens and Bjork fiercly knit sweaters for Radiohead. . . all while Frank Sinatra and the dead members of the Beatles dance around a fire sparked by Prince's hot pants.

Biography

Air Museum, the music collective led by Jared Boria, is rooted in the timeless verities of great songwriting. But by its formation via the Internet, it exemplifies today’s revolution in how music can be made and what is possible for the creation of music in the future. Air Museum’s new album, (yet to be titled), is both the vision of one man and the contributions and collaboration of friends and partners all over the country; recorded in physical isolation, but impossible without a community of people and support; recorded with the utmost technological innovations while creating an intimate relationship with its listener.

Jared Bruce Boria grew up in New York. The son of a pastor, his first exposure to music came through his father’s love of gospel and soul. “Soul was the first music I got into,” Jared remembers. By 7, he was singing hymns and beginning with piano, teaching himself how to play. At sixteen he was writing his own songs, because he didn’t want to learn other people’s songs ("I'd rather make something up on my own"), and by high school's end, he was playing guitar and firm in his decision to pursue music. Jared’s love of classic voices like Frank Sinatra and Marvin Gaye rooted him in a love of the beauty of the voice and of great arrangements while his love of modern artists like Bjork and Beck taught him the incredible possibilities of artistic change and evolution. Jeff Buckley’s voice ("I loved his passion," states Jared) became an inspiration and touchstone for Jared to fully express the depths of his own emotion.

Leaving home to attend school and study music in Minnesota, Jared started playing out and learned to love playing with others and collaborating. He recalls, "I really fell in love with passing a guitar in a circle with friends. That sort of interaction really helped me develop as a songwriter." And even though Jared quickly got into electronic based instrumentation, that informal spirit of collaboration stayed with him. Returning east, Jared began recording on his own in his apartment, while the rest of his building was being torn down around him. Then, recording in Portland, OR with his portable studio, he got together with his friend Noah Locke and while working together on what Jared had already done, Noah’s contributions created something new, and thus, Air Museum was born.

Inspired by his collaboration, Jared then called on friends from Minnesota to contribute. Jared explains the process: "I record something, and then I upload it to an FTP site. Whoever I'm working with adds a part of their own creation, and then they send it back to me via the FTP site. I've recorded everywhere and in every part of the country. I love this way of making music."

The result of Jared's work and collaboration is his debut album, a collection of songs that succeed because of their skill and intimacy. Listening to them, one can’t help but feel as though they’re in the same room as when the songs were recorded, a testament to Jared’s skill as a singer, arranger, producer and instrumentalist, especially given how the songs were actually recorded. There’s the playfulness of "Bucking Broncos On The Dance Floor," with its inventive and hooky percussion and the almost decadent, circus-like horns of “China Dolls,” which turn a stately song into something quite astoundingly inventive. Jared’s vocals are the true star of the album; by turns playful, intelligent and sensual, they convey the internal world of an artist with his own unique perspective on the world.

Air Museum's Debut Album will be released in the spring of 2008, and look for them to be on the road soon, onstage with the right people to make Air Museum come to live in front of an audience. Jared exclaims, "I want to travel around the world, singing my songs and inspiring people. I'm in service to my music; I feel like I've been given a gift and I have a responsibility to share it. I get so much joy from this – when I play in front of people - no matter how many - they will always be treated like they’re guests in my home." It’s that commitment to joy, shared experience and connection that makes Air Museum special – an artist that creates an intimate experience of the highest order.

NOW BOOKING - SPRING/SUMMER 2008

MANAGEMENT & BOOKING:

David Atkinson
The Firm Records Group, LLC
506 Cheetah Drive
Columbia, MO 65202
Tel.#: 573.342.4219
email: booking@thefirmrecords.com

Lyrics

Lover, Leave the Light On

Written By: the beckoning

We've all heard the story before
of lovers gone and prisoners of war
I'm no different
than the melody of a song
trying to find a way home

Would you be there
when I return
I'll give you my word
that I love you
I love you

Just a beggar, lookin' for a little change
I would work for guarantees
Lover, leave the light on
I'll cure your disease
I'm bringin back peace
with the head of the beast
There's a war on the street

Would you be there
when I return
I'll give you my word
that I love you
I love you

Joy comes in the morning
Don't die before the light

Here's to

Written By: the beckoning

Here's to, those who are on their own
Here's to, the moss on every rolling stone

Here's to, the kisses I've laid on your back
Here's to you, planning your attack

La de da da . . . .

Here's to, the grass on the other side
Here's to, the fence that divides

Here's to, conviction that streams down our face
Here's to, our scars and tomorrow's mistakes

La de da da . . . .

Here's to falling from grace

I don't know how you did it but I still have aches for you
I don't know how you did it but I still can't move

Make You Me

Written By: the beckoning

You, picked me up 'bout a quarter before ten
I turned the corner smiled blew a kiss at you and then
You laughed at me my face was funny, I pretended
Not to care that you had it all

It hurts, the way you look at me when I'm looking in the mirror
and when I tell you that you're pretty
I'm pretty too
You called me cocky I'm just glad I have a lot
to give you

It's only me, what do I do
When I can't sleep, where should I be
I'm only here, all alone
You said be yourself

I, look forward to those quiet city nights
though my lonliness is loud
I can sleep the pain away
Pull the shades down tight, tell the devil I won't fight
til tomorrow

It's only me, what do I do
When I can't sleep, where should I be
I'm only here, all alone
You said be yourself

Well I would, if I could
fit in my shoes
And I'd sing, if I could
a song to make you feel the way I do
Yes I'd sing, if I could
a song to make you me

Where do I find the words to say now
You were my song but now you're gone
and where do I find the air to breathe
I gasp for you but your not here

White Ribbon Fountains

Written By: the beckoning

Where blood ridden shackles of prisoners escapen
are red as the dawn where lives have been forsaken
Rest your head on my bed
til love has been awakened

Well, faith can move mountains
and tree covered cliffs
Where white ribbon fountains
of light are within the mist
Rip the sheet, of your temple
These sins have been forgiven, and dismissed

I shouldn't have done it
I shouldn't have lost my mind
But it was there it seemed like a good idea at the time

I tore down the city
Just to watch the city fall
I tore down the city
Each and every wall
I tore down the city
That's all, that's all, that's all

Please don't rob the words
From my tired mind
I'm humble as the secret of your daughter's sweet green eyes
There's life inside my lover's womb
There's life inside this empty tomb of white ribbon light

I shouldn't have done it
I shouldn't have blown you away
Now its your ghost that haunts my soul most every day

I tore down the city
Just to watch the city fall
I tore down the city
Each and every wall
I tore down the city
That's all, that's all, that's all

Next time that the world is still
Watch the smoke from your fingertips
Drift away with the gentle wind
Out of your hands and out of control

I tore down the city
Just to watch the city fall
I tore down the city
Each and every wall
I tore down the city
That's all, that's all, that's all

No one was supposed to die here

Mount Hood

Written By: the beckoning

Your tenderness, is cause for no tension or alarm
How could I possibly fathom a smile if my affection were to harm you

I know a little place outside of town we could go, for a while
I know a little place outside of town we could spend, some time

Won't you take my hand
Won't you take my hand

My restlessness, stems from my longing for the west
You had just merely begun to start speaking, now I'm lost on my quest

I know a little place outside of town we could go, for a while
I know a little place outside of town we could spend, some time

Won't you take my hand
Won't you take my hand

We can find a path back to the mountains
cause waiting, high above the timberline
a mother's arms, reaching out for miles
The prodigal son is on his way home

Where have you been (X3)

I've missed you so
I've missed you so

Daylight Savings

Written By: the beckoning

I just wanted you to know

It seems my dear that now its too late
to pass your flower along to me
thought I recognize that I am far from disarming
its such a shame to let it all go to waste

I just wanted you to know

Need me and feed me more
than your vacant eyes and the remnants of your love
touch me gently while we wake the dead
then calm my shaking hands

Shamelessly bestow your warmth
I believe we'll feel immortal

I just wanted you to know

Discography

Air Museum "The Maid's Room" EP recorded in NYC with Jack McKeever (An engineer for Rufus Wainwright).

Air Museum's full-length album is being produced by Jared Boria and Grammy-Nominated Chris Cunningham (Neverwas) of Ecstatomatic Productions.

Set List

Set list consists of all original material. Everyone once in awhile a surprise cover is thrown into the mix. Set ranging anywhere from forty-five minutes, to an hour and fifteen minutes, depending on the venue.

Know My Style
Virgin Smile
Daylight Savings
Over Me
White Ribbon Fountains
Make you Me
Mount Hood
Lover Leave the Light On
Here's To
Falling From the Earth
Cocoon
Only Ghosts
Alone
West Coast
Lay My Body Down
Pass the Unnamed Street
Kept
Black & White
China Dolls
...many more and some random covers