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What comes to mind when you think of fall? Kids plunging into massive piles of orange and burgundy maple leaves, the smell of hot apple cider, gooey pumpkin carving, cozy scarves, family? All things I think about when I listen to "Sleep In Sundays," 'Autumn Air.' Words do not do this song justice. A tender piano piece and glimmering chimes have the ability transport you to a time where, sipping hot coco and watching classic Peanuts cartoons were your first and only priority. - smallestuaries.blogspot.com
Discography
After several years of self-releasing CD-Rs, I put out my first professionally released 12", The Sunflower Split, last August on Blackburn Recordings. Tracks from The Sunflower Split have been played locally in St. Louis on KDHX, the largest independently run FM radio station in the area, as well as in New York, on WNYU. Upcoming releases include a full-lenth entitled "Okay" to be released in early 2010, among other projects.
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I remember sitting on well-worn rugs in the basement, the walls musty and grey, and some big brown speakers crackling out sound, and my small hands clasping record covers, tracing the letters in every band's name. I think this is the root of it, those songs which stick in your mind from childhood on. And that, undoubtedly, created my attraction to pop, through The Beatles, Elvis Costello, or Cat Stevens--all faded remnants of melodies etched inside my mind.
I would feel phony to list off the all-important influences, tell of a process of songwriting, about some hardships along the way. What I want to believe is that what inspires my creation is the coolest breezes whipped across red cheeks, dew soaked into browning grass, the smell of heated halls, the streetlight's buzz, the cricket's whine, and the false idealization of all things past.
What I hope remains in all of these songs is the rooms in which they were written and recorded on any given day: The way the street sounded like an ocean coming in the closed high windows, the cool of the walls, and heat pushed through groaning vents. A recording gives us a direct duplication of whatever was going on at that point in time, in some proximity to the microphone. This is what I hope to give.
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