Speakers of the House

Speakers of the House


Funky, trippy, hip rock w/ groovy beats. Hear them in a rock venue, club, hipster hangout, Tarantino flick or an ipod ad. They balance new, old, Rock, HipHop like none before. The bass is funky, but not slap. The vocal is flowing, but not Rap.


Speakers of the House were born out of a massive multiple car crash, a 13 vehicle pile up on the 60 freeway in L.A., summer of 2003. Sounds like a joke, right?

In desperate need of a cell phone, a bleeding Stewart O'dell would ask a man stepping away from questioning officers if he could use his cell phone. Stewart's 1988 Oldsmobile (actually his friend's car, borrowed by Stewart visiting L.A. in hopes of returning to stay) was all but totaled. The man, who called himself Lucius, flipped Stewart the phone. After calling his pal and owner of the car, Jeff Dickens, a disoriented Stewart pocketed the phone and wandered the breakdown lane for first aid. Stewart would only realize later that night, after leaving the hospital, that he'd accidentally kept the stranger's phone. Lucius would call his own phone around 10pm for what he said was "maybe the 27th time" and finally reached Stew. The two met the next day, exchanged the phone, stories about the accident, and what they were doing in L.A.. Both involved music. Both involved the desire to start a band.

Stewart played bass, Lucius played guitar and sang. Within one month they added drums (Mikey) and although Lucius wanted to add keys, they booked their first gig. 3 weeks from the gig they found two keyboard players. They liked both but went with one, their gut, Jay. After 3 weeks of grueling rehearsal, they played their first gig, 14 Below in Santa Monica. The crowd was hooked. They were immediately scheduled for two more shows. By September they filled Whisky-A-GoGo and again, follow-up shows were booked. From there they rocked the Knitting Factory, Viper Room, Lava Lounge, and many more without stopping.

The Speakers’ quartet combine Rock, Funk, Groove, Psychedelic, HipHopish beats laid over drums, bass, keys, guitar, and strange samples to form a sound that stands alone. They balance the new and the old, Rock and Hip Hop like no other. So many try this combo but Speakers actually get it right. Catch their songs on L.A.’s Indie 103.1, MTV, VH1, and Spike TV. Speakers have an eye for the abstract. Like their forefathers - Frank Zappa, P-Funk, and The Beatles, they can be overly strange and most can still groove to them. Other influences include Beck, Doors, Violent Femmes, Beastie Boys, and A Tribe Called Quest. They have quirky tendencies, but smart lyrics. A catchy Speakers’ song may be just that, but if you listen close, you’ll hear a deeper message. They speak on all levels.


I Want More

Written By: Lucius

I look at all the people walking down the street and everybody’s looking round with the same face
They don’t have much to say. They’re gonna be there anyway. It’s lalalalala all day long
Shiny lights, shopping malls, graffiti on the walls, my soul worn straight through my shoe lace.
I have very little cause and I very rarely pause. I got everything but I sing a sad song.

I got everything, but that don’t mean a thing
I got everything, that ain’t a thing to me
I got everything, that means a whole lot of nothing
I got everything in this world, but I want more

There’s a message right inside my home, to see it I just put on the television
It’s telling me about how it all should be it seems I’d be a fool if I didn’t listen
Ignore it I could try but it always steals my eye, killing me from across the room every time
I have no defenses. It takes over my senses. A dangerous place is my field of vision.

Don’t give me no education
I’ve seen it all before
I’m not one for calculation
All I know is I want more

Jumpin’ on the band wagon, always late, my pants are saggin’
Never had a roll model, drinking straight from the bottle
Everything’s always the same. Teacher doesn’t know my name
Killing me slow now and then, stuck in the middle again

The Death of Radio

Written By: Lucius

Who killed the radio?
A whole generation, a new precedent, a revolution televised by the video.
We sold our soul and we sold out the radio.

Who killed the radio?
A rolling stone that’s too well-known. A vehicle to call your own. With television I can’t be alone.

Why should we lie, after all it was you and I?
As far back as I can remember my eyes lit up and to me it was the only way to be. Millions of people trying to get free. Thanks to MTV I have ADD. I can’t complain. I like to let my mind drain. Fill it with whatever will leave the best stain. Put it on the screen and it’ll seem to matter. Everything else is just chatter. Tell me who can we blame now? Who killed the radio?

She Don't Call

Written By: Mark Siano

I liked her so much. She don’t even call me anymore.
And I hope she remembers me but I doubt she gives a damn, child that’s for sure.

She was manic this, she was obsessive that. She stood five foot one when her feet were flat. She was always wearing some crazy platform shoes. Her hear was different every week. It was brown red blonde with a blue green streak. Before it was gone it was long and spiked with moose. We did lots of drugs but she did more. She knew of every single corner store that had her favorite drug, amphedidrine. And her breasts were firm and her shirt was tight and I’d like to see her every night but I think there was somebody’s else she was seeing. That’s what I tell my friends.

I liked her so much, she don’t even call me anymore.
And I hope she remembers me but I doubt she gives a damn, child that’s for sure.

Once a distant dream of mine, way too cool and so damn fine. I had to carefully assess the situation.
She was clever hip. She was whimsical. Riding on a candy-striped bicycle, like a warrior princess in Japanese animation. She came to my place and I sang her my songs. To my surprise it didn’t take that long. We hooked up the first time that we went out. But after that things weren’t quite the same. She got so damn wasted she forgot my name. I was hoping she’d show me what love was all about.

But it was never meant to be, a passing fancy is all I’ll amount to.
It was never meant to be, I guess I’ll learn to live without you.


Speakers finished their first album at Clear Lake Audio in North Hollywood. The disc contains 14 tracks that flow together in one cohesive stream-of-consciousness story with a super-hip soundtrack. Released Oct. 18th 2005, Think Tank Television will be the band’s full-length debut. The group also just completed a music video for the new single “Shaved” which is getting rave reviews. The video is set in a 1920’s vaudeville theatre and the theme is “Freak Show” - burlesque dancers, ballerinas, knife throwers, live farm animals, body builders and more. Check out www.speakersofthehouse.tv to see it.
Material for the second album is already on the way. Catch their songs on L.A.’s Indie 103.1, MTV, VH1, Spike TV, and LTN.

Set List

Since we change our setlist so freqently and play so many gigs, I'll give you the most recent, not to mention a kick-ass show. Our covers include Beastie Boys' "Sabotage, "Doin Time" by Sublime, "Passin Me By" Pharcyde, and "Funky Boss."

1. Big Picture
2. Beautiful
3. Everything Must Fall
4. I Want More
5. Renovation
6. She Don’t Call
7. Wrong People
8. Everybody’s Got A Problem
9. Shaved