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Vocalist, Vocalist - Bass, Violin, Trumpet, Trombone, Steel guitar, Saxophone, Piano, Keyboard, Bass Guitar.ABOUT
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Original music for people of all ages. All music and Lyrics are COPYRIGHTED by Fictional Characters&Asian Taint Records. We are seeking a bass player and a lead singer first and foremost. We have written the lyrics thus far but are hoping to find someone who writes as well as they sing. We do not watch TV, watch movies, listen to music, read books, or attend gigs in which we are not performing. We simply write original music from our souls, inspired by mankind and the degredation of his morals. We are looking for serious and experienced multi instrumentalists for an interesting final production. We record demos via analog at our in home studio and we will be recording our first full length with Mark Rubel at Pogo studios. We intend on making our living off the music we will create as a whole. TOGETHER WE HAVE A BRAIN. There is no age limit and no time limit. This is our life. This is our exsistence. Join us.
- Screen name:
- Fictional_Characters
- Member since:
- Jul 09 2009
- Active over 1 month ago
- Level of commitment:
- Very Committed
- Years together:
- 4
- Gigs played:
- Over 100
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 2-3 nights a week
- Age:
- 34 years
Influences
the earth, meditation, and ourselves.
Members Of Band
Spencer Crutcher, Ryan Willis
MUSIC
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Mandible Melodies
Mandible Melodies Year: 2009 Album: Demos
Obviosly missing important compnents. Material is open for change. Lyrics: Rest! Let’s strengthen grace. The nightingale feels vulnerable whispering “it’ll start a holy stain, thoroughly rinse every limb.” Crows bleak rostrum blew mighty, mighty fulstrom tunes whistling. When he woke burnt, perched on oak, melodic mandibles harvested. From deeply rooted branches I propelled myself toward the earth, intending to collect supplies I found myself below burrows, just as the wind entangled me at such an I angle I couldn’t handle. I collapsed briefly to the protection the soil offered me. Embracing Nature’s finest qualities humbly exchanged for a wheat grain wholesome game of ‘hide and seek’ to be played against the humming birds. “Collecting twigs,” “like weathered leather,” “mud glue remains,” “the detrimental,” component to building nests, pray your home survives the suffrage, autumn’s last leaf perishing upon withdrawn subtropic bliss. Refrain, dull allegations led analysis to conclude: “I always end up intersecting discontents interjectory view in point. Misunderstandings lack of confidence bruised my appendages.” Shivernless feathers ill equip for winters stubborn switch, (slow) headed east to flock far from thimble fervent. It’s not as dainty as it seems being a winged beast. We may seem eloquent yet empty, that’s so absurd! You see, it takes much more than common sense to simply chirp in key the style of intellect we stimulate over becoming. I look far and beyond, pawn the rooftops are drawn as their dim of dusks dawn brushed my shoulder, conjoined at the spine of four evergreens wake, “Ill fly away, fly away.” Copyright Ficitonal Characters & Asian Taint Records 2009
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birth ofan Aesthete
birth ofan Aesthete Year: 2009 Album: Demos
obviously missing components; Lyrics already written. Copyright Ficitonal Characters & Asian Taint Records 2009
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Folk worthy Truths
Folk worthy Truths Album: Demos
obviously missing components; Lyrics already written. Copyright Ficitonal Characters & Asian Taint Records 2009
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Flew Banquet
Flew Banquet Year: 2009 Album: Demos
obviously missing components; All components are open for change. Lyrics: Tethered thoughts splattered across wood floors alas, a humble creed to fasten. Splinters slowly spun. Carpenter casters quickly passed feet face fleet, generally directed toward a stairs abstain. Noble wheels rolling down steps squealed aloud virtue, rationalized their need to rectify “Nineteen steps till the basement need keep, knee deep in the corruption behind mystique.” Peering into granite coasters cut to reflect fluorescence. Mosaic frames and polyester veins heighten my tea cups elegance. Pot of water boiling introduced me to sister winds. While focused on the steam rising beneath his mist, his other eye turned to me warning this final credence weeping willfully through iron teeth screeching: “Seven steps more and the chambers kept warm deeply tucked under hierarchy’s intuitive reform.” ______________________ Slain skin pillows ad heed to be treated, tumbled, tossed, laughs brisk thunder coughs. Crumbs drift in the wind like travel folks squinting their captivation. Culminating crop dreams inside the machine, heated blithe allure! So sure, I’m cured! Pitches bent inside my blanket. Commence organ, strings, and trombone Belching between my knees among swing trees stretching blissfully, along a murky, endless hallway. Candles dim glow guides me, makes my shadow shimmer changing angles and arrangement, six more steps until A breakfast beacup bares the branch brought forth by intuitions late night nibble, rooted above ground. Music and Lyrics Copyright Ficitonal Characters & Asian Taint Records 2009