SEEKINGAccordion, Acoustic Guitar, Background Singer, Bagpipes, Banjo, Cello, Clarinet, DJ, Dobro, Electronic Music, Fiddle, Flute, Harmonica, Harp, Mandolin, Other, Other Percussion, Piano, Rhythm Guitar, Saxophone, Steel guitar, Trombone, Trumpet, Ukulele, Upright bass, Violin, Vocalist, Vocalist - Alto, Vocalist - Baritone, Vocalist - Bass, Vocalist - Soprano, Vocalist - Tenor.
I am currently a band of 1. I have focused the past 2/3 years creating polished content, which I have been distributing and promoting online--growing from 25 Spotify followers this past May to over 3500 today. And most of folks' engagement on be and IG has been very positive.
The music style: Shimmery, dreamy, indie rock with purposeful lyrics.
The goal: To build a career creating and performing the music that turns me on. I don't want to be play for groups of friends, but for people who genuinely enjoy this music--my initial online promotion tells me that there are enough of those people out there.
The plan: I have 6 new songs to follow the 4 released last year with accompanying videos for each (editing now). I aim to get put together a band and rehearse (without gigging) for as long as needed to get tiger-tight. I then plan to A) heavily promote the new music online B) record and film a live studio session (for more content and as an introduction to the live experience) and C) book and heavily-promote a live performance in NYC.
The bottom line: I'm looking for bandmates who A) dig the music I'm making and B) share my vision of a life making and touring music. I am investing everything I have into my vision--and so I need teammates with a similar level of commitment.
- Screen name:
- Member since:
- Jan 29 2020
- Active within 1 week
- Level of commitment:
- Very Committed
- Years together:
- 29 years
War on Drugs
Members Of Band
Connie Danger (Conor)
Guitar: Squier Strat (don't hate, she's sexy-clean)
Amp: Roland Jazz Chorus (in the market for a deluxe)
Synths: Prophet 6, Prohpet 12 (module), Mini Brute, Ensoniq-ESQ
Would You Let Me Be Near You
Would You Let Me Be Near You
FinallyThe sun tears me, dead, from my grave. I throttle my head and I pray an angel would skewer me through. I roll over, then I see you. Finally, I found someone to carry me to lift me up above the waves and lead me close to happiness. Your love is the leg of my stool, the hull of my boat, and the mule that drags me through this ugly dream— is love on my tongue when I scream? Finally… Lady you’re driving my hearse, you shoulder my box through the church, yeah, lady, you’re my final peace, the one i’ve been dying to reach Finally….
I Wanna Go Home
I Wanna Go HomeLyrics I used to be immortal when in the elbow you lent me, but now the joints of this machine that you built have rusted far beyond mending. I called myself a soldier, bought myself a gun; I was shopping for the perfect revolution. but now my gun is out of bullets, my army over run. And I want to go home. I remember being hungry, and I remember the anger. I remember waking up every day and having something to fight for. now I’ve found a decent living with nothing left to need; I do the daily motion, my member asleep, and I stay awake throughout the night trying not to scream: I wanna go home. Now the night is almost over, and I dunno if I’ll get through. My sun it never shone from the sky, it always shone from you. Now I’ve plenty time ahead, I’m only twenty-five, but just because I’m breathin don’t mean I’m alive. Mama, can you hear me howling: I wanna go home
Coming Of Age
Coming Of AgeI’ve broken all my mirrors Cause I look just like the bogieman, My vision swallowed by this New York City harmattan. I see a woman’s grin explode under a warm caress; I think about it later when I’m… I’m coming of age I guess (I hope you understand) In the distance I can see you there, Cigarette stuck in your face; I near you as you stub it on a bright bodega canopy. I don’t know what your deal is, but can I have some? I can’t recall how long it’s been since I’ve talked to anyone. In a minute I am leaving all the things I believed in: Everything I’ll ever need, lip-to-drink in front of me. A flower in your pasture, my stem extending faster, I bite my lip to fight to last but i’m… I’m still coming of age, I guess I’d like you to think that I know what I’m doing, But darling I ain’t so proud. Truth is you topple my fortress to ruin; If I do it wrong, would you help me out? You say, ‘baby boy, you better shut your mouth.’ Now I stampede through the city fueled with alcohol euphoria, Then I stumble through the midnight to your mattress in Astoria. I see the battle won: the trumpets shout it from your face: How deceiving is the fun of sleeping in a different place. Another sun, another head, the happy one of August, dead. Forgetting all I adored, I fade from you, afraid and bored. Now I’m pushin’ rope, another bed, I close my eyes, raise my head, when your face usurps the one I’m with and I’m… baby I’m still coming of age, I guess… I meant to say sorry when later I saw you, but some other words fell out. Instead I asked whether you think of me ever, you just stood there with a why’d-you-say-that frown. I guess I never learned to shut my mouth. I hope you understand.