Doubting Paris

Doubting Paris

BandAlternativeFolk

Biography

Doubting Paris was conceived in the back of a van, so to speak.

The story of DP began in Vancouver, BC where vocalist Timothy Lindberg and drummer Jay Stewart had secured a month-long tour of Denmark. They were just missing some key components for the endeavor—namely, a guitarist and bass player.

Meanwhile, 800 miles away in Medicine Hat, Alberta, guitarists Zac Pick and Ben Rogers began to collaborate on their own music projects. The stars aligned when the new friends took a weekend road trip to the west coast, and Ben, a native Vancouverite, introduced Zac to his old friend Tim in a parking lot. The introduction turned into an all-night conversation in Tim’s pink ’65 Volkswagon bus, and by sun up a band was formed—or at least a tour-worthy lineup.

After a spring of touring Denmark, the boys arrived home and independently realized they saw a future in creating music together, and enough potential to merit a drastic change. They quit their jobs, and moved shop to Langley, BC.

With no name and no songs of their own, the four musicians embarked on a six-month “boot-camp”—laboring eight hours a day in the studio, subsisting on potatoes and Kraft Dinner, jogging each morning, and hashing it out over lyrics and chord progressions. At the end of their self-imposed school of rock they surfaced with a name, a sound and dozens of original songs.

In the throes of formation, the very best and worst of each band member was revealed. “Doubting Paris” is a reflection of this tension between good and bad: an expression of who we are at the very best of times—bright, creative, amorous, community-minded; and at the worst of times—casting shadows and battling fears, withholding trust.

Transformed from a slap-dash combo to a bona fide indie quartet, Doubting Paris made their entrance onto the Vancouver music scene. A handful of early song demos made their way to the ears of producers Daniel Mendez and Dwight Baker, who promptly invited them down to record their full-length self-titled debut in Austin, Texas.

The release was followed up with a rash of shows throughout Vancouver. Since then, Doubting Paris have graced stages across Canada, the Pacific Northwest and Europe with their fresh combination of introspective indie rock and summery pop hooks—supporting high-profile acts like KEANE, SLOAN, DAVID USHER and PILATE SPEED. Their songs have meandered across the continent finding their way onto the soundtracks of AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL, MTV’s the REAL WORLD, JOAN OF ARCADIA and FALCON BEACH.

This past May, fresh off a ten month break, Doubting Paris released a new six-song EP, The Weapons of the Tongues of Lovers. The band has stitched up a few frayed edges and polished the scuffs, but there is still a raw edge and an honesty, courtesy of Lindberg’s trademark gravelly vocals—once likened to the wizened voice of thirty years-worth of cigarettes.

As suited to summer drives as they are to indie film soundtracks, the songs on Weapons maintain Doubting Paris’ identifiable sound—echoing guitar underscored by head-bouncing piano and beautifully tormented vocals.

Swaths of instrumentation offset simple melodies and show a new maturity in Doubting Paris’s song-writing. Out of ethereal riffs emerge hopeful up-beats, and songs light between sugary pop and the melancholic with the flick of the fast-forward button, breeding a sense of lovely anticipation.

Lyrics tread dually in the poetic and profound as they casually transition between hopeful romance and broken reflections on friends with mental illness. Each of the six sing-able tunes smoothly marries acoustic folk and full-blown indie rock—yet another tension in which Doubting Paris is happy to dwell.

Lyrics

The Weapons of the Tongues of Lovers

Written By: Doubting Paris

they live in daylight disbelief
of what was left at Eden's feet
and the thoughts they think
are too many in number

something was lost,
something forgot
in the garden

in the medicine of meeting
foreign words and the world,
stop repeating
as they turn to each other's symphony of whispers

something was lost,
something forgot
in the garden

when it's he said, she said
don't end the night with
the weapons of the tongues of lovers
heed the still and silent voice please
the weapons of the tongues of lovers

I don't need to tell you
what tomorrow brings
I don't need to tell you
what all this means

something was lost
something forgot
in the garden

when it's he said, she said
don't end the night with
the weapons of the tongues of lovers
heed the still and silent voice please
the weapons of the tongues of lovers

COPYRIGHT 2006 DOUBTING PARIS MUSIC.

August

Written By: Doubting Paris

feels like the first day
I tried to wash it off
I don’t know where she is,
these visions never rest
it cuts where it don’t bleed,
still crying for a way out
when you reap what you don’t seed, it’s hard to put the blame on someone else

walk slowly for a moment
you don’t have to tell me why august lasts forever
maybe we could leave the lies
if only for a moment
you don’t have to tell me why august last forever
will august last forever

the day and night collide
as time takes its time
when I’m trying to forget,
I forget to hold on
it’s spinning through my head,
we would have picked a name for her by now

the sun will turn its face to rain
and you won’t have to change
your name
with everything the way it was
embrace and go your way
with fingertips and tides of life
you’ll never take away that night
with everything the way it was
let beauty turn the page

for a moment
as the autumn rain begins
will august last forever
let this summer season end

COPYRIGHT 2003 DOUBTING PARIS MUSIC.

Thief

Written By: Doubting Paris

it's all as it seems, nothing is clear
nothing is alright
another phone call, you'll be late again tonight

kids are all asleep, you're up late
there's nobody around
could you stop me if it's wrong
to repeat this tonight

is it so unusual
to feel this uncomfortable
is it so unusual being wrong?

cause you're in love with a thief
and that divides us
and there's no way out
no way out of here

tell me everyday, tell me everyone
is going to be alright
withdrawn with blindfolds
you stay indoors

is it so unusual
to feel this uncomfortable
is it so unusual being wrong?

cause I'm in love with a thief
and that divides us
and there's no way out
no way out of here

her arms retreat
as the words I love you
lose their meaning
your arms retreat
as the cold war has already begun

cause I'm in love with a thief
and that divides us
and there's no way out
no way out of here

poor assumptions were made
that got inside us
and there's no way out
no way out of here

COPYRIGHT 2006 DOUBTING PARIS MUSIC.

30 Billion Stars

Written By: Doubting Paris

thirty billion stars, and counting
who am I to say hello
I'm of water's womb, still drowning
who am I to say hello

and if you'd go
then I'd want you to stay
and if you'd stayed, I'd probably go insane

and I'd buy you a car
and I'll build you a bigger house
take you to town
and we'll see all the brightest stuff
I'm standing still
as my mouth rounds the second base
as I hear you say,
'you're so green at this...'

politics of life, and red wine
so fear if my mouth slips,
and my thoughts fail
all this time, and days and nights on postcards
where I live, I'm lucky if I get the mail

and if you'd come
then I'd want you to stay
and if you'd stayed, I'd probably go insane

and I'd buy you a car
and I'll build you a bigger house
take you to town
and we'll see all the brightest stuff
I'm standing still as my mouth rounds the second base
as I hear you say,
'you're so green at this...'

COPYRIGHT 2006 DOUBTING PARIS

Good Intentions

Written By: Doubting Paris

you say you love me
but I needed to be sure
I took the long road
and now I’m left here on my own
restless and tired on my knees

here I am again
worse off than I thought
is there anyone
to help figure this one out
I thought it was enough
It isn't over yet
still running
I can't stand to stay and fight

so much for good intentions
still waiting for the words to follow
like water sand and stone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone

afraid of standing on my own
inside the silence that I know so well
I’ll trade these ashes
for the promise of another chance to make things right

so much for good intentions
still waiting for the words to follow
like water sand and stone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone
like water sand and stone
I know I’m not alone

here I am again
worse off than I thought
is there anyone
to help figure this one out
I thought it was enough
it isn't over yet
still running
I can't stand to stay and fight

so much for good intentions
still waiting for the words to follow
like water sand and stone
I know I’m not alone
so full of good intentions
still waiting for the words to follow
like water sand and stone
I know I’m not alone
like water sand and stone
I know I’m not alone
I know I’m not alone

Discography

'The Weapons of the Tongues of Lovers - May 2007

'Doubting Paris' - January 2004

Set List

Reflections
Thief
Queen of the Radio
Whose Side Are You On?
The Weapons of the Tongues of Lovers
Lights Go Out

August
Paparazzi
Third Floor
Safe
30 Billion Stars