The 'Scapes

The 'Scapes

 Johnson City, Tennessee, USA
BandAmericanaRock

Like growing up in the mountain south, listening to mid-western alt.country, singing hymns on Sunday, while your parents make you learn classical pieces during the week. Like searching for deeper meaning, deeper sounds while laughing til it hurts. 'The Scapes.

Biography

The 'Scapes are an Americana rock band from the quaint, yet musically fertile hills of East Tennessee.

Formed in late 2006, The 'Scapes feature the songwriting of singer Ben Jones, who had already been gaining regional attention for his 2005 solo release, Viewfinder, an album of songs about searching for meaning as a twentysomething in post modern America. The sound of that record has been described as a "pleasant cross between Son Volt and Ray Davies of the Kinks" by respected North Carolina folk blues musician Jon Shain.

The 'Scapes represent a further development of that sound due to the presence of a classically trained pianist and an electric guitar virtuoso who has no preconceived notion of what Americana music "should" sound like.

The band released a new record, Refrigerator Magnets, summer of 2007. This release features thought provoking songs such as What America Sold, which deals with unwittingly buying in to the American dream, and Now, which urges the listener to wake up to his surroundings, as well as less serious rockers like The Days When You Were Mine, a taunting open letter to an ex-girlfriend.

The musical background of each member contributes to the deceptively eclectic sound of The 'Scapes. Ben played banjo in the bluegrass influenced group Uncle Boogie, which also included Sam Quinn of The Everybodyfields. Amy Gugliotta, an incredible piano and accordion player has a masters in degree in music performance, and even performed at Carnegie Hall in New York accompanying a choir there. Brandon Queen has played guitar in Ska and Rock bands in the past. Andrew Gibbens plays drums with an expressive, conversationaly approach and has added his talents to recordings by artists such as Listener. All four member sing, adding the element of vocal harmony to the sound when called for.

Following 2 years of regular performing in some of the South's finer venues in Atlanta, Charlotte, Johnson City, Asheville, and Knoxville, the group went on a hiatus as Ben and Amy moved to California. They have returned to East Tennessee to resume their pursuit of what great songs, solid musicianship, and dedication to one's first love can do for roots/Americana music.

The 'Scapes are a group first and foremost, proving time and again the idea that the whole is better than the sum of its parts. The 'Scapes share a love for each other and a respect for each other's musical input. Considering everyone's pedigree, that usually isn't a difficult task.

If you like your music with depth and honesty, listen with care.

Lyrics

Oregon

Written By: Ben Jones

We were together,
We held each other's hand,
The situation changed,
Separated by the land in between us,
We made our plans,
To meet again in Oregon

You might've noticed,
That I miss you,
I can tell by what you tell me,
You miss me too much to tell me,
Don't be blue,
I'll see you in Oregon

chorus:
Oregon is calling me,
Oregon for all the world to see,
Oregon is where I'll see,
You and me,
In green, old Oregon

guitar solo

Now I'm driving,
Playing punchbug with myself,
I'm singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall,
There's only a couple left,
Like the memories,
That I keep high on a shelf,
You won't find yourself in Oregon

Chorus

Oregon Trail

Written By: Ben Jones

Keeping the irons hot,
Through the speed trap uncaught,
Maybe so and maybe not,
I'm headed north and west and south,
It's like a Viewfinder,
Or a twisted sidewinder,
Maybe I could find her,
If I'd pull over and get out.

Chorus
Maybe I'll take the Oregon Trail,
If I don't get dysentery,
Or maybe the highway to hell,
If the flames don't scare me.

Keeping my eyes peeled for,
Nothing less and nothing more,
Than whatever lay before,
My windshield parting wind,
Yesterday's not here,
And the future is not clear,
Be quiet and you will hear,
What the means are to the end.

Chorus

Bridge

Getting my drive on,
Listening to that song,
That makes it right when things go wrong,
The truth wrapped up in a four line verse,
The truth will set you free,
Death comes instantly,
Or you could take the road from me,
I am not sure which is worse.

Chorus

What America Sold

Written By: Ben Jones

Too shortsighted,
The candle was lighted,
The candle did little more than burn.
Born with a promise,
A lifetime of commas made you pause,
The page was never turned

You were too numb to recognize,
The green earth, the blue skies,
The casual movement of the sun.
Borderline psychosis,
Cathode Ray Hypnosis changed your mind with the flicker of your thumb

Chorus

Walkin on down the road,
Half the mind, two times the load,
Trying to remember what you were told,
When you were young, before you bought what America Sold

Bridge

So where did you go,
In the land of the milk and honey where you were free to roam?
Life moves slow, but so does death,
So get it out before you go.

Main menu, deleted scenes,
What could they mean,
If they were not included in the film?
Like a singer who won't sing, or a potter who can't bring himself,
to fire up the kiln

Chorus

Lawrence, KS

Written By: Ben Jones

Lawrence, KS, 2 a.m.,
The road signs are hard to see this time of night, and I don't know why
It matters, I wasn't going anywhere, anyway.

At the diner, by myself,
I raised a cup of coffee to my health,
I could not think,
Of anything to be grateful for I must say.

Chorus

2,000 miles ago left the only thing I know,
The only thing I know that I love,
All that's left between us is some fenceposts and the wind,
All the midwestern stars shine above.

Kill the engine, so abrupt,
Not so much settling in, I'm giving up.
I will not try, to chase the dreams of yesterday, with today's legs.

Chorus

The fuel I've burned wasn't free,
Exhaust leaving a tailpipe is all you see.
And all that remains, is a needle, reminding you there's nothing left.

Ensign Peak

Written By: Ben Jones

Watching my little heart break.
Letting the long nights take, what needs to go.
Between Memphis and the San Andreas,
It's not my fault, it's the way it is I'm stable no more.

Chorus

On Ensign Peak I gave thanks,
A glorious chorus of Latter Day Saints,
Sang praise for the valley and praise for the mountains, praise for the wide avenues we drive on,
Sing Praise, Sing Praise

Letting the miles break free,
Puppet strings that were tied to me,
I won't dance no more
Into the future all things are made new,
Leave the past where it was left up to you,
I'm closing the door

Chorus

Now America is under my wheels.
Now I know how it feels to fly without wings,
Thank the engine for pulling me through
If I stay here it won't be with you,
I'll gather my things

Chorus

Discography

Ben Jones, Viewfinder LP (2005)
The 'Scapes,Refrigerator Magnets LP (2007)

Set List

Most of the set list is from the Refrigerator Magnets and Viewfinder records. Some songs come from Ben's first band, Uncle Boogie. Covers are a relatively small portion of the sets. 2 sets of 45 minutes is typical.