Kristoff Krane

Kristoff Krane

 Saint Paul, Minnesota, USA
BandHip HopFolk

Blending simplistic guitar chords, eerie piano progressions, oddball samples and ambient noise, Kristoff Krane's music is dynamic and moving. His content retains continuity through an unabashed expression of personal struggle and familiar observations on the world’s hand of chaos and fortune.

Biography

When I was little I liked making noises with my mouth and hitting tables like drums. I liked hunting, fishing, playing basketball with my friends and had an unhealthy obsession with snakes and other slimy critters. I explored a chunk of woods north of the cities every weekend from the ages of 4-14. My parents were awesome and were together. My brother and I were close, but distant in our adolescent years. I met a pretty little girl when I was 14, puppy love followed.

When I was a young teenager I stole shoes from department stores, experimented with drugs, went to church, freestyled about how tough I was, mowed lawns for money, visited old people in nursing homes, wrote poems, and pretended like I wasn’t confused with who I was and who I wanted to become. I learned some lessons after being caught enough, dealing with legal fines and facing disappointed parents.

During my first year of college I made a dooby-dumb-decision and went to jail for 5 months because of it. I had some time to think about what was important to me. I wrote a lot when I was there. Just a couple weeks prior to the big trouble I got in, I recorded my first rap song; I was 20 years old. I played it over and over till I was stomach-sick of it.

After I got out of jail I met a fine fellow named Micheal; some people called him Eyedea. I shared my writings with him and he listened. He gave advice when I asked and he pushed me in the direction that I was wanting to go. He was a good guide. We weren’t friends yet…not until I finally convinced him to invite me and my friend Pat Adams (the one responsible for showing me underground music) over to cypher it up. Once we freestyled Micheal asked me to join him in his all freestyle group (which now a days we call Face Candy)…I love playing with Face Candy, it’s one of my favorite activities.

Micheal challenged the way I thought about religion, eating habits, addiction and the collective consciousness; are friendship thickened and I grew a lot in my head. I asked him how I could get beats to rap on. He said his friend Casey O’Brien and Casey’s brother Graham O’Brien had an all-instrumental group called Dialsystem and that they may be up my alley. They were. So me Casey and Graham made Abzorbr. We released Ep 1 and sold about 300 copies in the first month of our release. It felt good.

I graduated from college with a BA in psychology. Because of my run in with the legal system there was no way for me to do what I wanted to do, which was counsel at-risk, underprivileged, and homeless youth. I proceeded to mow lawns and make music. I got sick of breathing in fumes and wearing out my body, so I quit the latter. I started an after school program called “Wanna be a Rapper.” It was one way that I could fulfill my desire of wanting to work with kids. I implemented the programs in schools and still do. I was playing at least once a week with Abzorbr and Face Candy, and also getting together with my friends to freestyle on the weekends.

I met a lot of really nice people in the hip-hop scene of the Twin Cities. Three of these people were Ecid, Impulse and Capaciti. We started a group called Saturday Morning Soundtrack and made an album called Saturday Morning Soundtrack (Fill in the Breaks)…it was fun and worth it for sure. Abzorbr made more albums (Capable of Teetering, Ep 2 and Ep 3). Face Candy also made an album around this time called "This Is Where We Were (Rhymesayers).

Abzorbr was asked by Eyedea, and his friend Abilities to go on a tour in early 2008. Not all of the members could make it, so E&A asked me if I wanted to play a solo set, which was something I had never done before. I agreed and did it under the moniker Kristoff Krane. After I got back from the tour I figured out that I needed to make something by myself, which I was fully responsible for. I quit all my jobs and decided to make an album called, “This Will Work For Now.” I also wrote a book called, “The Other.” Both were released in September of 2008.

I got married July of 2009 to the girl I met when I was young and I live with her now in her dad’s basement. My parents are still together and are still really awesome and my brother is my best friend. I released two new solo albums under the name Kristoff Krane in the spring of 2010. I look forward to sharing them with you.

With Sweet Daisy Love,

Kristoff Krane

Lyrics

Inside Out

Written By: Kristoff Krane


INSIDE-OUT
There comes a time where one has to decide/ to put an end to the fun and games or rot away inside./When you find out you were sleeping behind the wheel,/ because It’s eating you alive, its real,/your beautiful, on the inside Out.Outside she shows it, inside she holds him dear/ You’d never know it but from a far the scar is closer than it appears./She holds regret thinking of how she could have been a better mother/ as if his sinking was a result of her not showing him how to float or Swim./The blame is not to place just know no matter what you did or didn’t do/ at the end of the day kids are bound to bruise an misbehave/no one is raised perfect for we all make big mistakes/there’s not a person in the world who can’t call home a hurtful place to Live.She drives a viper while he rides his bikes to her race/She needs a diaper, he hates her life more than he thinks he loves her pain./She gets the cool boys, he gets the short end of the stick/ and refuses to beat a dead horse but uses each drug she wont take/Like clockwork to a broken grand father watch/ the doctor prescribe a foster parent to every abandoned monster on the floor/ Mop the ocean up and chase it with a wavy mess/swept under the rug an aging face is slowly caving in my chest.The storm is tough to hug away/ that new found freedom that we chase through a foreigners eye/ Born to adapt to a point of view/ right around the corner is the question is it time? On the Surface it looks as if the search for worth and fervent purpose is a curse/ but when that certain curtain opens up, rest assured/ injured learn to love and nurture nature in return/become a turn for the worst the next best blessing fits like a glove inside out.

Work (Feat. Slug of Atmosphere)

Written By: Kristoff Krane

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Miracle?

Written By: Kristoff Krane


VERSE 1.

She sits down on the sofa
Opens up an old photo album filled with pictures and post cards.
Sent from fred in world war 2-
The tears rush down her head with no where to run to.
Her grandson tugs her arm and asks her
Grandma what’s wrong what happened to grandpa-
The thump in her throat still wont move and the river between her eyes starts to flow faster
15 when they met in a small town-on the outskirts of a city that was worn down
she recalls climbing up that hill to catch a glimpse of the world from an outside perspective

fred always said that he would love to teach her how to fly, but he was scared to death of what her dad would do if she died-so he held her and never let go and they fell deep in love with each other

CHORUS:

LIFE IS BUT A MIRACLE
ALL YOU KNOW IF FADING SLOW
YOU NEVER KNOW JUST WHAT YOU HAVE
UNTIL ITS GONE OVER THE RAINBOW
HE’LL GET BETTER YES HE WILL
HE’LL GET BETTER IF HE’S LOVED-
SHE REMEMBERS THE FIRST TIME
HE FORGOT WHO SHE WAS

VERSE 2.

10 hours a day at the nursing home
fred laid in bed—stayed fed through tubes while she would read him poems
he always told her courage is to face your fears—even though he hadn’t recognized her aging face for years-
She didn’t give in though—she knew that even though—he had a hole in his brain—it wasn’t safe for him to stay alone—So every day she noticed all the roses in the vase withering away and hoped and prayed that they would maybe grow

CHORUS
LIFE IS BUT A MIRACLE
ALL YOU KNOW IF FADING SLOW
YOU NEVER KNOW JUST WHAT YOU HAVE
UNTIL ITS GONE OVER THE RAINBOW
HE’LL GET BETTER YES HE WILL
HE’LL GET BETTER IF HE’S LOVED-
SHE REMEMBERS THE FIRST TIME
HE FORGOT WHO SHE WAS

VERSE 3.

And as her grandson looked up at her—she couldn’t help to ignore her daughter and son in law in the other room arguing about—something that didn’t matter—
She told em not to move and picked up her husbands glasses—try them on she said….\

She said Why? because Id like to share with you how your father liked to look at life her—Daughter stubborn and sad held the glasses in her hand—so she sat them all down on the couch and this is what she said.

Your father prolly would of liked for me to tell you that the night that you were born was the night that he put down the bottle and if you ever get in a fight with someone you love—know that if they died before apology you wouldn’ live to see tommorow—
Never know whats gonna come—so when it goes it goes its hard to cope
Never run from what you know controls emotional reactions—when you take your anger out on someone else—it’s only an escape from looking inside of yourself and taking them for granted.

CHORUS

LIFE IS BUT A MIRACLE
ALL YOU KNOW IF FADING SLOW
YOU NEVER KNOW JUST WHAT YOU HAVE
UNTIL ITS GONE OVER THE RAINBOW
HE’LL GET BETTER YES HE WILL
HE’LL GET BETTER IF HE’S LOVED-
SHE REMEMBERS THE FIRST TIME
HE FORGOT WHO SHE WAS

Soh-Ya-Me-A-Se

Written By: Kristoff Krane

SO-YA-ME-A-SE.
Keep me in your reach, when you’re going out to sea./ there’s a compass in your head and its pointing you to be,/ everything you wish for, forever never is more/ and the moment that you live, is the life your dying for /now. Whistle. It’s all make believe, yeah/ They’re coming after me, No./ Won’t you take me to the stars/that are underneath my feet./ This complicated world,/its not how it should be./ I’m knocking on a door, that doesn’t have a key./Now. Whistle.Now that we can see it’s always been shut down,/ we can finally close our little eyes and dream,/ about the way that we were left/ way before the earth was found/ and turned into one giant industry./Now, you came in the name of your prey,/ as you try to save your race when you go and wave that flag./ Now you came from the grave to your cave like the veins in a snake through the flame in your faith./ Now, you reign and it washes away/ what was built from the ground up toxic decay./ Now, whose to blame, what a shame, whose in pain, what’s to gain from this goddamn game that we play?/ How in the who, what, where, in the why, in the world would the sky ever want to be grey?/
Whistle.

Easy Way Out

Written By: Kristoff Krane

CHORUS1

I’m a million miles from home—Aint got no where to go---Did someone call for me—Cuz I really need to know

I went and got a letter from the judge—the other day, it said that I was guilty---for a crime I committed…I didn’t know why there was time I should pay for but I’d be lying to deny that I did it…I shoulda held her but instead I killed him—and I’m not violent-but I swear that If I had to do in again—I wouldn’t think twice of what life Id spare-

Here we go now time for the prison—as my momma cries her eyes out….I watched my moma—atleast for a minute as she cried her little eyes out.
Its alright-I said to her-
Everything has to work out-
I know what I did was right---
Take Care of jake and cythnia---

CHORUS

I’m a million miles from home—Aint got no where to go---Did someone call for me—Cuz I really need to know

I went and wrote a letter to the judge the other day---I asked her if she’d ever had children....I told her it was my baby sister who was raped…and had a suspicion that she still wouldn’t listen--The jurry—was quick to decide---witnesses did testify….
I refuse to loose my life—while my moma cries---suicide—isn’t what’s right to appeal---who will go out on a limb---no money----and no real meals—this prison—is filled—with sin, prosecution fed more lies-----over my dead body---under oath---I’ll take----nothing less for its my right---to be free--

4x--Im sorry—but its my right to be free-

Im sorry I took the easy way out
Im a coward and I bruise easy now you know
It must have been something that I couldn’t help
I m sorry I toke the easy way—Easy way out.
I’m a million miles from home—Aint got no where to go---Did someone call for me—Cuz I really need to know

Discography

Hunting for Father (2010)
Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill (2010)
This Will Work For Now (2008)

Set List

-Artist plays acoustic guitar, uses loop-pedal beat making machine (improv./freestyle) and performs traditionally over original production (via iPod).

-Artist can perform any of the songs off of the following albums:

1. "This Will Work For Now"
2. "Hunting For Father"
3. "Picking Flowers Next To RoadKill"