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apologetically good music. occasional brilliance. intermittent tom-foolery. excellent displacement of time and space. gawky, honest contributions from all three members. a collective boycott of all Oshkosh-based rock shows. developing sound likened to The Beach Boys and a hybrid of sonic testaments to both Weezer and The Pixies. sorry.Links
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“Me And All My People”. More coming in the next couple days.
The sky looks heavier than Fat Albert, and that’s fine. Really, totally fine. Spring rain washes out any doubt that winter’s ominous grasp still holds us back from wearing lighter clothes, or keeping warm.
Saw Raise High The Roof Beam @ Beat Kitchen last night. They know how to wield invigorating live sets. Thomas is a lanky giant of graceful glee-induced mayhem. Josh can sing everyone out of the room. Scott keeps time better than most alarm clocks. Ally adds just the right type of icing. Will… well Will’s “Will.”
Left half way through the second band’s set. Can’t remember their name, but I feel like they were quite good. It’s not even 7 AM. Work this morning won’t suck because I “exited stage left,” or “right.” The fact that neither is accurate because I never took a [said] “Stage” last night is enough to confuse even the most proficient readers.
Has anyone listened to Kittens Ablaze? If you haven’t, your life isn’t as good as it could be. Do yourself a favor and “check it.”
We have new logos [Thanks Rogge!], and they’re BEAUTIFUL. Totally. And new music. Officially done with three-song [EP/Demo]. This will be all be available for “ownership” Monday night at 3116 Club.
Please show up. High five.
-Chris.
So, I’m sitting at The Atlas Cafe in Logan Square. It’s a great place. Small. Quiant. Cute. Nice. Good. I like it here. Free Wi-Fi owns. Anyway, I was thinking about logos and such. We are now accepting ideas for logos for The Orphan Age. We need something that says [A] Check this shit out, and [B] “Hey, that’s pretty cool-lookin.”
You got me?
If you’re creative, quirky, and confident in your skills, please contribute something if you feel you’re up for it. Everyone’s busy. Everyone’s lacking in time to “kill,” but this would be something that would be a part of our band for how ever long we’re allowed to continue on.
Also. Josh Lambert’s house is actually clean. Get over there and see it while you can. A more uncanny scene you’re not likely to encounter any time soon.
See you guys on Monday.
Peace.
-Chris
Yeah. That titles kind of cancels itself out. Apologies. There’s no real reason for it. I surmise it sounded/looked fairly cool. Decent enough to pass for “intriguing” at any rate.
Regardless, I shall push on.
We had a sonically heated recording session a couple days ago that will go down in “the books” as both a humbling, and tremendously moving experience for me. Josh kept insisting I can keep decent time, all the while explaining the rigors of proper recording-tactics are just as important as a brilliantly layered finished product. Being a creature of jittery practice, this prospect initially came off as scary-as-shit, and intimidating in the way David probably felt encountering the mountainous existence of Goliath for the first time.
I kept telling myself it was only a Rock song. Sincerely, Rock music is supposed to be an enjoyable excursion based on a loosely formulated structure that falls apart as it’s coming together. Right? Wrong. Josh and Will are trained musicians with trained ears, and they know “their shit.” I’ve played in bands before, but had yet to experience [first hand] what it was like to “be on the clock.” When you’re recording, time is more precious than even Golem [LOTR] could insinuate, and that’s a big deal.
A big deal.
When we started this band, it was merely Josh and I. We found ourselves doing ninety-second White Stripes impressions, and it felt good. Sort of free, but also sort of… mimick-y?
Will saw us play our “record release” at The Paramount Room [415 North Milwaukee Ave Chicago, IL 60610 - (312) 829-6300; Open Weekdays 11:30pm-2am; Sat 12pm-3am; Sun 12pm-10pm] on February 17th, and decided we were a mix between a throw-away side project, and a band that actually had some decent material upon which an investment of time and effort could be made as a collective… We never had imagined he would want to lend his gifted hands to our then-meagerly dabbling Rock-duo. Nonetheless…
Digressions are like Beach Volleyball. Sure, they’re fun, but what the fuck’s the point?
Back to the recording session: There I sat, trembling with fear that I wouldn’t live up to my band mates expectations, and falter when asked to perform the simplistic task of playing guitar on time with pre-recorded drum [Josh] segments.
That’s when it hit me. Fuck it. Just do it. [Sure, if we ever “get big,” I may have pay Nike an undetermined amount of CA$H to use the previous sentence legally, but Hell, I’d be rich anyway…]
It was really that simple. Music is something you create on feeling. At least that’s the case for me, and once I stopped being a childish fiend hell-bent on underachieving, it all flooded out of me easily.
Josh and Will were pleased. We’re finishing up the tracks by Friday, and shall have a slew of 3-song EP’s available for you at Monday’s show [http://chicago.metromix.com/music/event/the-orphan-age-garfield-park/1091259/content].
Also: Be sure to check out Raise High The Roof Beam @ The Beat Kitchen this Friday night!
-Chris
So earlier today I overheard this “heated” conversation about the “authenticity” of rock and roll music vs. the fabricated personalities created by mastermind producers and/or agents/p.r. gurus, et al… I got bored, and eventually stopped listening, but one thing was for certain: These dudes sure felt like they knew “their shit.”
Okay. Rock and Roll is fun. That’s basically it. A few people are fortunate enough to get rich off of it, but most of us use it as an outlet for, I dunno, “angst” or whatever else. I think it’s hilarious when people search for “meaning” hidden beneath the rehearsed layers rock musicians use to craftily create their [said] image.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s entertaining as shit. This is certain. I enjoy encountering Mick Jagger-envying twenty year olds donning feathers as they wait in line at our local gas station to buy a $9.50 pack of Camel Lights. This sort of scene often makes my day.
The point is that this conversation was such an invested experience for the two dudes in question. People actually care, wholeheartedly about the importance of Rock and Roll.
This is bizarre on so many levels. When I was growing up, my parents bombarded my younger brother and I with an array of fantastic classic rock. The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and The Rolling Stones stood out. My mom loved Grace Slick, and my dad routinely paraded around the duplex doing rampant Pete Townsend impressions for hours on end. It was part of who they were [and largely, still are], and has since become a gigantic part of which Michael [said, “kid” brother] and I have become [and are still “becoming”]. They offered us an extensive catalogue of highly expressive music that catered to our development by allowing us to escape the monazites of everyday life.
We never saw it as something someone could rely on to support his or her everyday life.
Wilco is rich. Granddaddy is not. The latter of these two bands recently split, and each of their sonically gifted members were left to scramble for menial day jobs rather than live off their lucrative royalty checks. The former is a juggernaut of monetarily enhanced, alt-country-producing fervor that will have all their children easily waltzing into any college they respectfully please.
Is Wilco better than Granddaddy. Some would say yes, others would disagree. Why? It’s their motherfucking right to! My point is these two dudes were sitting around their $1999 spanking-new MacBookPros, wearing hole-laden Chuck Taylors, sipping $5 lattes, making “highly-educated” decisions regarding the relevance of a slew of Indie bands [half of which I’d never even heard of, hereby forfeiting my “hipster cred” indefinitely], and where each [said] rock-outfit stood in the gamete of present day Rock and Roll.
That’s the thing. These kids feel it’s their “job” to dictate which bands are “of the moment,” and which are “fads that have already passed.” Remember how excited everyone was about Vampire Weekend? Most of you probably still dig them, but they’re presently suffering form Strokesitis, a word I just invented to describe the inevitable slide all “buzz bands” experience directly after being heralded as the best thing to happen to Rock and Roll since the birth of Chuck Berry.
Anyway, my name is Chris, and I sing and play guitar in The Orphan Age [TOA], and this is my first tumblr entry. If you hated it, that’s fine. That’s cool. I appreciate your effort to get through it. If you loved it, that’s fine. Thank you. I’ll probably write more if the mood strikes me. Until then…
… Wait. Come see us at Club 3116’s opening night. This coming Monday. April 27th. We “take the stage” at 10 PM. Bring several friends. 250 tickets have already been sold. We’ll give you free PBR.
Have a pleasant afternoon. Stay dry. It’s supposed to be 86 degrees on Friday. It’s presently snowing. Neat.
-Chris
Friends, we’ve got two bangin’ shows coming up:
Monday, April 27th - 3116 Club - We’re playing the grand opening of this brand new venue. It’s going to be a huge event. Several newspapers and radio stations will be in attendance. They’re still waiting for their liquor license to go through, so BYOB ($4 pbr 6-packs. love it). 3116 w Lake.
Friday, May 15th - The Whistler - Intimacy, I know you’ve been craving it! This is RHTRB’s tour kick off event, an art show, and a sick sick line-up of great bands all in one beautifully small package. Also rocking your soul to the core will be sonically gifted Netherfriends and Minneapolis Henrys. Seriously, this is a “can’t miss.”
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