Do you remember a specific moment in your life when knew you broke a personal barrier? Some people call them revelations.
I just remember being mind blown from the recent trip out west. The perspectives I had on life changed drastically as I slowly tried growing out of my little box. I had a mic and laptop, guitar and a 200 year-old house. The room was bright pink. Whoever modeled it had a strong affinity for the color, but it reached me strangely and awkwardly where I needed it most. So I set up my equipment, recorded stomps on the old wooden floor planks, wrapped a rubber band around my guitar strings, let the dog inside, and started. Was it the color? The company? The age?
Do you remember a specific moment in your life when knew you broke a personal barrier? Some people call them revelations…
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I just remember being mind blown from the recent trip out west. The perspectives I had on life changed drastically as I slowly tried growing out of my little box. I had a mic and laptop, guitar and a 200 year-old house. The room was bright pink. Whoever modeled it had a strong affinity for the color, but it reached me strangely and awkwardly where I needed it most. So I set up my equipment, recorded stomps on the old wooden floor planks, wrapped a rubber band around my guitar strings, let the dog inside, and started. Was it the color? The company? The age?
Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman
living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,
Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.
He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.
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Riding groovy frequencies through Santa Cruz with Creatures Choir! Venue at…
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…the Catalyst was mellow but the jams were ever so heavy; as expected, these boys get down to a unique sound. Plus, they do it well. The bandmates consist of Rory taking lead, Eli rippin’ the harp, Hank using his magic fingers to serenade a shiny 12 string, Adam slapping the bass, Brad slamming the drums and Nate providing the rhythm to keep it always extra groovy.
Mad Alchemy Liquid Light Show – https://www.madalchemy.net/ kept the set visually entertaining with a constantly moving and ever persistent hallucinogenic background. You can be sober, they induce a visual trip for you! All done by a few magic fingers spinning glass discs filled with watercolor on overhead projectors. Ya like the ones that hag of a teacher used to use in your 5th grade math class. Only these folks found a much better use for such resources. Spin on magic fingers, keep spinning… everyone’s got magic fingers here. Ladies beware.
After the show, the last one of the tour, the boys and I headed to Cory’s house for some late night celebrations and shenanigans with the band. Antics included writing on the walls, drinking till we fall, and smokin’ till… well we never choke! Best you know we did it all, and we did it well, for the memories. Finally at roughly 4am everyone passed out so naturally Eli and I, in spirit of the great whimsical Easy Rider, bolted out to the driveway to lie down on some comfy asphalt aside the Harley. Threw the wool blanket over, and lights out Santa Cruz! Sweet dreams under pine trees.
– Highway Chile
Riding groovy frequencies through Santa Cruz with Creatures Choir! Venue at the Catalyst was mellow but the jams were ever so heavy; as expected, these boys get down to a unique sound. Plus, they do it well. The bandmates consist of Rory taking lead, Eli rippin’ the harp, Hank using his magic fingers to serenade a shiny 12 string, Adam slapping the bass, Brad slamming the drums and Nate providing the rhythm to keep it always extra groovy.
Mad Alchemy Liquid Light Show (https://www.madalchemy.net/) kept the set visually entertaining with a constantly moving and ever persistent hallucinogenic background. You can be sober, they induce a visual trip for you! All done by a few magic fingers spinning glass discs filled with watercolor on overhead projectors. Ya like the ones that hag of a teacher used to use in your 5th grade math class. Only these folks found a much better use for such resources. Spin on magic fingers, keep spinning… everyone’s got magic fingers here. Ladies beware.
After the show, the last one of the tour, the boys and I headed to Cory’s house for some late night celebrations and shenanigans with the band. Antics included writing on the walls, drinking till we fall, and smokin’ till… well we never choke! Best you know we did it all, and we did it well, for the memories. Finally at roughly 4am everyone passed out so naturally Eli and I, in spirit of the great whimsical Easy Rider, bolted out to the driveway to lie down on some comfy asphalt aside the Harley. Threw the wool blanket over, and lights out Santa Cruz! Sweet dreams under pine trees.
– Highway Chile
New album: creatureschoir.bandcamp.com
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Dug deep into my family past.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Dug deep into my family past.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare…
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…that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Cracks and holes in Victorian walls
Pink noises coming from above and all around
The scent of stale chips and old spinach
Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down
Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…
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Cracks and holes in Victorian walls. Pink noises coming from above and all around. The scent of stale chips and old spinach. Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down.
Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives to look at a single melody line from. One might be smooth and gentle, while the other rigid and chaotic. How a melody line is interpreted is also entirely subjective. This piece is our tribute to Charles Ives’ philosophy on music and what he did with it. Original lyrics by Antonín Dvořák, interpreted by Ives, then interpreted by MYCST.
Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…
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…to look at a single melody line from. One might be smooth and gentle, while the other rigid and chaotic. How a melody line is interpreted is also entirely subjective. This piece is our tribute to Charles Ives’ philosophy on music and what he did with it. Original lyrics by Antonín Dvořák, interpreted by Ives, then interpreted by MYCST.
The Eidéponmyg Series: Our interpretation of the Gymnopédie piano pieces by Erik Satie, made in 1888. The pieces defied what was expected of most classical musicians of that day – something we were greatly inspired by.
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Cracks and holes in Victorian walls
Pink noises coming from above and all around
The scent of stale chips and old spinach
Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down
Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…
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Cracks and holes in Victorian walls. Pink noises coming from above and all around. The scent of stale chips and old spinach. Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down.
Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman
living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,
Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.
He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.
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