Honeybear

Honeybear

 Bellingham, Washington, USA
BandFolkPop

Honeybear is an artist rooted in American Folk music combining ukulele and guitar with electronics and looping pedals to create a cohesive mixture of traditional and progressive music.

Biography

Honeybear is naturally nomadic; moving between the west coast of The States and Western Canada. During his roaming he chanced on Calgary and has since adopted it as home. Since 2007 Honeybear has passed in and out of the city recording songs on a 2-track cassette machine, compiling two full-length albums (“January” and “Iris Root”) for distribution among friends. It wasn’t until the spring of 2009 when we was asked to accompany Woodpigeon on a tour of the UK and Ireland that he accepted an offer from Woodpigeon’s producer, Arran Fisher, to make a proper recording. The result of five of the late days of that summer was his first official release; the debut EP “Viral Linguistics”. After its release in May of 2010 he toured the west coast of the United States and back towards his adoptive home. Since he has performed with bands such as Stars, Apollo Ghosts, and Library Voices and entered the studio with artists from Antony and the Johnsons and Woodpigeon recording a forth-coming split album that is marked to be released in 2011. He has also begun work on a full-length album yet to be titled.

Honeybear is the allonym of Aaron Meyer. Predominantly a lone performer (but at times swelling to include as many as nine on stage), he employs ukulele, guitar, and electronics to create a haunting atmosphere to slip fluidly between hollers and croonings while weaving tales of love, lust, and murder.

Lyrics

Bottom Over Top

Written By: Honeybear

They're all standing on my neck,
But I'm reaching back and grabbing at their ankles,
And I'll flip them bottom over top,
Watch them drop, they're shoulderblades,
Splitting through their skin as they slam into the asphalt.

They'll never keep me down,
They should know by now they'll never hold me down.

Your hair falls on the pillow,
Like a field of rice,
As I move my hands down the back of your neck,
And follow each and every notch in your spine,
And what keeps us together is what holds us apart,
All this magnetisim is adversely polar.

The skulls in which we live,
Have been dented, manipulated,
Into some unthinkable shapes,
And I'm strecthing out my skin,
But I'm pulling it too thin,
To cover all these misshapen plates.

So devoted to these,
Men who make a bonsai tree,
Of the electrical pulses that shooting through our necks,
Into our arms, into our legs, into our hearts.

And they're all standing on my neck,
But I'm reaching back and grabbing at their ankles,
And I'll flip them bottom over top,
Watch them drop, they're shoulderblades,
Splitting through their skin as they slam into the asphalt.

The Dogs

Written By: Honeybear

Dogs have carried off my bones,
Far from this sacred hole,
Cracked open and exposed,
Lapping up my marrow.

Viral Lingustics

Written By: Honeybear

Sink your teeth into the back of my neck,
Slip inbetween my vertibre,
Lay in wait until I'm doing fine.

Then you let out your little spores,
Viral lingustics dance off your tongue,
Pushed from your lungs, sent by your poisoned mind.

Woman.

The virus collects behind the eardrums,
Waxy build-up invades the blood,
Currculates itself all around.

Spawning tumors inside the skull,
Rooting itself in the spinal colum,
Shredding up that heart valve.

Woman.

Medicine can only do so much,
Treat the symptoms, cover them up,
But the condition is terminal.

Once its found its way to your spine,
You're stuck with it the rest of your life,
Those words were terminal.

Woman.

Discography

Viral Lingustics EP [May. 2010]

Set List

Pocketful of Stones
Bottom Over Top
The Dogs
Blood-red and Going Down
Viral Lingusitics
The Ballad of the Hangman's Noose
In The Pines
Dark Hollow
Orange and Red
The Wheel Turns Slow
I'm Gonna Sing in the Ghostly Chior

My sets are generally 30-40 minutes. I play mainly originals and re-invented American Folk standards.