Three Seasons and The Move

Three Seasons and The Move

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Three singer-songwriters and a classical violinist bring their work together in this dynamic and versatile group. Different instruments and original music bring a unique sound to the stage, keeping the energy high as we develop a groove.

Biography

Three Seasons and The Move formed when a friend's birthday party turned into a late-night jam session. The five of us felt a special chemistry that night and we have since continued to play as much as we can. Our songwriting emphasizes melody, creating catchy choruses and sing-along verses. We've played to receptive audiences in Toronto at different venues, including The Free Times Cafe and the Silver Dollar Room. Audiences enjoy our interesting arrangements and we love to play live!

Three Seasons and The Move combines rock, folk, hip-hip, and even classical nuances in a musically interesting package. Our influences are as wide-ranging as our instrumentation: Dave Matthews Band, The Tragically Hip, The Band, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Beastie Boys, Arcade Fire, Dispatch, Pinback. We have been compared to Radiohead, RHCP and DMB, though none of those comparisons truly capture the spirit of the group’s unique sound. What sets us apart from other bands is the range of different moods we create with our music. This versatility comes from writing about a broad range of topics and using different combinations of instruments, ideas, and techniques for each song.

We often get asked about our name and what it means. Since the band includes three singer-songwriters and one female violinist, we’ve often gotten the joke that perhaps Daniela is ‘The Move’. However, a clearer representation of the band can be found in one of the name’s deeper meanings. The ‘Three Seasons’ we experience most viscerally are winter, spring, and fall. These three bring change, death, new life, and growth. Each member of the band has at some point packed their things and gone to spend a summer (or two, or five…) living, working, and camping in northern Ontario. Should we be so lucky, summer can sometimes be ‘The Move’ that gives us a break from our busy lives – a chance to recharge. Whatever else we do during the other three seasons, it is music that gives us the energy and the inspiration to push on through harsher times.

Lyrics

More Fear in a New Town

Written By: Mitch Tucker

Built it up in the skies and the sea,
We walked along 'till we couldn't breathe
She sat by the shore and said 'what could I do?
I can't save them all, but maybe I could save you'
A desperate man takes his last cigarette
The look in his eyes tells of secrets he's kept
A dangerous man says it's a noble fight
Though no one believes him, they still bomb through the night

And I'm not afraid
How this world is made
I'll try to be a success
But I think about
What we think about
Just trying to be a success

And I thought to myself
Now what's it gonna be?
Is it time for a change?
I can feel it in my bones
That the sun will shine
And we're not that cruel
And what about your family?
Can you feel them in your bones?
And we're not that cruel, but . . .

Out in the fields where the trees grow tall,
The language accounts for no time at all
A boy with no pants stops to take a drink,
The world is small, but not as small as you might think
They remember a time when they could wake up slow
The grass was green and the rain would flow
Now every time we put boots on the ground
They see, they hear, more fear, more fear in a new town.

And I'm not afraid
How this world is made
I'll try to be a success
But I think about
What we think about
Just trying to be a success

And I thought to myself
Now what's it gonna be?
Is it time for a change?
I can feel it in my bones
That the sun will shine
And we're not that cruel
And what about your family?
Can you feel them in your bones?
And we're not that cruel, but . . .

Sometimes you have to fight
These reasons just aren't right
Sometimes you have to run
That man he's got a gun

They see, they hear, more fear,
More fear in a new town

White Palms

Written By: Mark James

Side of the road,
gravel turns to dust.
Sweat drips down,
and swallowed dry by earth.
Footpaths shallow,
in the deep mountain forest.
Bare-back’s red, legs shot dead,
for this tourist.

Dirt rises up, to open up,
to face a girl.
And face to face a ghost she sees,
her water jug she hurls.
Follow the screaming siren,
down to a mud hut circle.
They don’t understand,
but they gather round, bit fearful.

Three wild footpaths look back there’s none but our own.
Forging solo but truthfully,
never alone.
Five passions tightly knotted,
round my wrist.
The African sun burns another one,
down into my chest.

A world not ours, holds the natural to our childish heart.
Our words don’t match,
our gestures confused,
the eyes are a start.
Apparent are their souls as peace fills their home.
We part ways smiling, small foot prints left, and again to roam.

Three wild footpaths look back there’s none but our own.
Forging solo but truthfully,
never alone.
Five passions tightly knotted, round my wrist.
The African sun burns another one, down into my chest.

Put your hands down here.
Palms down ‘round here.
Hands all around, are as black as night,
Mazungu in the center, with his oh so white…
Turn ‘em over hey,
Turn ‘em over hey…
Hey, Bru we be the same…

Frozen Fieldwalker

Written By: Liam Gerussi

I step out on the ice --
Treading softly
On the crest of a frozen bank …
Tempting the demon -- running wild.

And the sun shines down on Mother Nature’s ground
I think I’ve found a place I can survive
A break from ‘Ultimate Plastics’ –
Development mentality
Take a trip back to reality
To a place the feels alive

Will someone tell me why
The negative effects of life
Are given so much attention
And interest is so high … when

When the sun shines down on Mother Nature’s ground
I think I’ve found a place I can survive
A break from ‘Ultimate Plastics’ –
Development mentality
Take a trip back to reality
To a place that feels alive

As I venture
Into the whiteness
In spite of this,

I marvel at my lightness
The wonderful brightness renders me sightless
Can I fight this?

My life is so theatrical that theatre is my life

Well the sun shines down on Mother Nature’s ground
I think I’ve found a place I can survive
A break from ‘Ultimate Plastics’ –
Development mentality
Take a trip back to reality
To a place that feels alive

Discography

We are currently recording our first full-length LP independently.

Set List

Frozen Fieldwalker
Shades of Soil
More Fear in a New Town
Wanderlust
Farming Forest (Treeplanting Song)
North Shore
Get the Water
Lightning to the Storm
White Palms

1 set, approx. 1 hr.
all original material