The Pons

The Pons

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandRockSoul

We are the imagination of ourselves.

Biography

About the band:
Tommy met Ruby behind a tree in his backyard. She was wearing OshKosh overalls, had her hair in tiny pigtails, and rode a BMX bike. Despite their age difference (Tommy is old enough to be Ruby’s older brother or maybe a cousin from her aunt’s previous marriage), they played music together for the first time that night and have since recorded over 60 songs together in three different bands.

After leaving the first of those bands, Tommy and Ruby began playing as a duo using drum samples and the funky-fresh beats of Ruby’s Casio keyboard, which was later stolen from Ruby’s house. (Two kids in her old neighborhood are now using our beats to make their life of crime more danceable.) While recording their first album as a duo, they met Steve in a local recording studio.

Tommy and Ruby only thought they knew what they needed for a back-beat when Steve walked into their lives. Steve is not only the most musical drummer they have ever met, he is also quick with a pun and makes long stories short. Steve plays the drums that play in Tommy’s head when he’s writing. The neighboring heads are always complaining.

Tommy, Ruby, and Steve met Joel while Joel was fronting the band Tammany Hall Machine. They asked him to stop doing that and join their band. After four years of pressuring him and convoluting his life with recording sessions and shows, Joel finally agreed to join, but only after drinking two bottles of red wine. To this day, he doesn’t remember joining the band.

The Pons formed in late 2007 in Austin, Texas.

About our name:
The Pons is a very important section of the human brain. It’s responsible for bridging the brain to the body and helps control almost every vital function. Having that name allows us to do anything we want.

What we do:
The music we make together is about the future. At some point, rock stopped growing. We recognize that. We hope to find reasons in what we do to make that notion untrue. We’re urban soldiers on a lonely musical front.

What we don’t do:
We don’t mimic or play tribute to some movement from the past as a way of being accepted or understood. We aren’t looking for the fast track to market adoption, clearly.

References:
Our influences are too vast to have any noticeable impact on how we write. References people have made about us that we can agree on: Low, Pixies, Talking Heads, and Galaxie 500.

References other people have made that could only have come from a person who doesn’t get out much: The Wallflowers, Matthew Sweet, and The Smithereens.

Lyrics

Death of the Peacock

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

“Death of The Peacock”

A Dirty Bird House open up next door
Didn’t even have a dance floor
All White and Icky blue
Full of loaded kids too

Rich in liquor and in trust
Hipster junkie’s upper-crust

Once a princess behind the scenes
Now just as dark as its closet queens
The King moved on to greater things
Leaving his kingdom to slum lord rings

Once the place to be when pretty birds did flock
Bow in silence for the death of The Peacock

Cock…

We always hated the place
And the people too
For parking their cars
In our drive through

We’d hide behind the wall
And speak like ghosts
At the small talking jock straps
Looking so engrossed

Now the place is dead and on the door is a lock
Bow in silence for the death of The Peacock
Once the place to be when pretty birds did flock
Bow in silence for the death of The Peacock
His feathers are gone and he stands naked and in shock
Try not to laugh at the death of The Peacock

Cock…

Impossible Love

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

Another day breaking
Vibrant pink coming alive
in the morning clouds

Where the slightest touch
can always mean so much
Answer all the questions in your mind

A particular grace
and calm I adore.
The fitted pant suit that you wore

Holding yourself
In the fading night’s light
Holding my heart in the glow

Possibly Impossible Love

Your voice, your body,
the touch of your lips,
your finger tips and your soul

They’re not mine to have completely
They’re not mine to hold

You make it so difficult to get to you
When the feelings you described, I feel them too

So, where do we go from here?
What can we do?

Should I accept a successor’s fate?
Or should I wait for a soul mate

With your love
I could run, I could risk
Everything to a clean slate

Put the genius back in the bottle, she said
We could coddle this thing ‘til we’re dead

You can’t always get what you need in the end
You can’t always get your best friend

The Blackest Shine

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

The Blackest Shine

I see the horizon far and wide
So full yet so empty inside
Fly forever chasing the one you own
Still end up on the bridge alone

Run so far away from the past
Memories too vague to abash
As soon as I wonder how long it will last
In the blink of an eye it’s gone in a flash

I’d gladly take it all away
To give us back another day
Be myself in my shoes all the time
See my reflection in the blackest shine

I’m not good with a gun
A skill I’ve never had
But I’d shoot myself in the foot
Just to make you mad

Cut through my bones
Just to get me off your knife
Living alone
Just to cut me out of your life

Looked upon my past
And I was scared
I looked around for help but nobody cared

Saw my future
I saw it square
Saw my future
And you weren’t there

I’d gladly take it all away
To give us back another day
Be myself in my shoes all the time
See my reflection in the blackest shine

I’d gladly give it all away
And take back another day
Be myself in my shoes all the time
See my reflection in the blackest shine

Someone Else's Voice

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

“Someone Else’s Voice”

Before I die on this stage tonight
Are there any last requests?
Anything you want me to say to put right?
Any myth you wish me to confess?

If you ask anyone who believes in the truth
The liars are the first to their feet
I can’t even lie for a song anymore
It always catches up to me

I’m sick of worrying about myself
Mind, just let me be
Happy with everything I see
I’m not looking for the truth
Not looking for a choice
I just want to hear someone else’s voice

Before you die on some stage tonight
Are there any last requests?
Anything you wanted to say to put right?
Any myth you wish to confess?

If you ask anyone who believes in the truth
The liars are the first to their feet
You can’t even lie for a song anymore
You can’t even lie to me

Chorus …

I think I hear myself singing now
About the things that I feel
I think I know what it means to feel
For all the things I think are real

No longer sure on which side of my head is my heart
Time to place it on the shelf
Even the hungriest artist
Can become full of himself

Chorus …

Shut up…

Black Twin

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

The World is waiting for you
The world is waiting
The World is waiting for you
The world is waiting

It’s time little girl to put caution aside
To reach the dark places where the true and great hide
Keep your eyes open and your mouth a crier
Where there is smoke, you know there is fire

Finding your dark side doesn’t always lead to sin
Every white swan must have her black twin

The World is waiting for you
The world is waiting

Sometimes perfection is perfected in strife
Allow chaos and madness into your life
But keep your eyes open and your mouth a crier
You can’t burn out without being on fire

Finding your dark side doesn’t always lead to sin
Every white swan must have her black twin

The World is waiting for you
The world is waiting

Can't Get Through

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

You….
have bad dreams about me…
and I’m too asleep to see

That… you really mean it
That I really should have seen it

And I…
Don’t know how to fake a lie
I don’t know-how-to-say goodbye

But I’m willing to be willing
Its only time that I’m killing

Why do I do what I do to you?
Do what you need to get you through
Why does it feel like I’m all alone?
Beat my head up against a stone

I can’t get through
…to you
I can’t get through
…to you

You…
Acting for the crowd in your heart
Playing out the sum of your parts

Keeping it together
A Cerberus on a tether

And I…
Don’t know how to fake a lie
I don’t know-how-to-say goodbye

But I’m willing to be willing
Its only souls that we’re killing

Why do I do what I do to you?
Do what you need to get you through
Why does it feel like I’m all alone?
Beat my head up against a stone

I can’t get through
…to you
I can’t get through
…to you

The Gene Hackman Dream

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

The greatest dream I ever had
When I woke up so relaxed
Like waking up the dead

Gene Hackman said
Yes, that’s the voice in my head
He said, I’ll show you a time
Like walking through your mind

Spread your arms out wide
Drop off the cliff and let your body glide
Over the rocks, over the sea
Get as close to the water as you can be

Mr. Gene is the same as you and me
But just a little taller and wealthy
The French Connection never crossed my mind
I’ll see it all the way through next time

He said that I needed to clear my head
And that I wouldn’t even need to leave my bed
Just relax and listen to my voice
I’m in your head – you really have no choice

See that house on the hill
No fool comes or goes - no one living there still
Land and go inside
And take a look around
So I went on ahead
I did as Mr. Hackman said

Feel the smoothness of the walls
Listen to the sound - hear the quiet down the halls
Just a touch of red - on all the billiard balls
There’s a Camel in the corner – never seen one so tall

Mr. Gene is the same as you or me
But he’s getting old and he’s lonely
The Conversation never crossed my mind
I’ll see it all the way through next time

He said that I needed to clear my head
And that I wouldn’t even need to leave my bed
Just relax and listen to my voice
I’m in your head – you really have no choice

The Future's Past

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

The future - belongs - to the uninhibited
So drag - out your fears
And throw - them in the mirror

There’s a crowd - at your gate
They’re getting louder
Getting stronger
Getting lonely and they won’t wait

Here we go – one more show
Is this an education?
Or just a morbid fascination
I don’t know

But these times – are hard for dreams
And the silence - of god screams

Are you there? Are you there, are you anywhere?
Do you care? Do you care that I’m standing here?

Come - Come out from hiding - from looking through the slates on the floor
Come - from watching the rest of your life - walk out the door
Come - Come out fighting
Come out with flaws and claws
Bangs with fangs

Raise your face up to the light
You have nothing left to hide
The future’s past is open wide

So Keep - making noise
Rattle - the cages
Shake the walls
Never fully hide and never run
Take the falls
The curtain calls - it has begun

Are you there? Are you there, are you anywhere?
Do you care? Do you care that you’re standing there?

Come - Come out from hiding - from looking through the slates on the floor
Come - from watching the rest of your life - walk out the door
Come out
Come out fighting
Come out with flaws and claws
Bangs with fangs
Tooth and Nail
Pass or fail

Sleep Soundly

Written By: Thomas Mazzi

Twin hearted doves flew into your arms
Holding a gift givers charms
Opening both of your hands
Not knowing what you understand

Sometimes the best things come in twos
One for each side you choose
Holding them both in your hands
Not knowing what they understand

Sleep with your arms open wide
Sleep with them by your side
Sleep babies sleep my labor of love
Sleep soundly my twin hearted doves

You find your hearts are made of gold
Luminous things to hold
Clusters of stars in their eyes
So moony and full of surprise
You can’t believe this has happened to you
Maybe all of the angels just knew

Discography

Albums
• The Blackest Shine, Coup d’etat (2011)
• In the Belly of a Giant, Coup d’etat (2008)

Compilations
• Texas Music Mixtape Vol. 1, KUT 90.5 Austin (2009)
• Turn 5, Almost There Records (2009)

Set List

45 minutes, typically.