Cooper McBean of the Devil Makes Three joins us to talk about tech and the Internet have transformed the life of an independent professional musician. Continue reading
One benefit to digital media is that it's much easier to collect lists of all you've consumed over the year. As a result, this is possibly an overly-exhaustive list of the books, writing on the web, music, and television I … Continue reading
Image by Andy Gilmore It's been far too long since I made a mixtape, so here's an extra-long two hour one to make up for lost time. May be my best one yet! It's conventionally schizophrenic: emo R&B, dance-pop, indie … Continue reading
Mule Train was an aggressive indie rock-cum-cowpunk outfit I formed in 2004 upon returning to Santa Cruz with Kevin Rainsberry on drums and Esteban "Cody" Perez on bass. Later, Cooper McBean joined us on lead guitar. The band released one … Continue reading
The second in the deviant twang compilation series, released sometime around 2005 (if my failing memory serves me correctly.) On the whole, this one is much more cohesive--if less ostensibly "twang-y"--and likely the last compilation I'll ever put together, grace … Continue reading
The second compilation I organized, Someday Coming Down: A Deviant Twang Sampler, was released in 2004 and focused largely on underground country, folk, and cowpunk from the West Coast. It featured the Devil Makes Three, the Diamond Star Halos (featuring … Continue reading
The closest thing I’ve done to a proper solo full-length—at least to date—No Shoes, No Shirt, No Skinny Ties is a largely acoustic album I recorded in 2003 while living in Crestline, CA. A number of these songs later turned … Continue reading
Boaz Vilozny is the best songwriter to ever give up music in favor of organic chemistry. His songs are terribly, painfully, brilliant. For years, he and I played together intermittently as the Lonesome Brothers. There’s a demo tape in my … Continue reading
Ah, the heady days of 2002. At the time, my nutrition primarily came from Budweiser and vodka and day-old bagels. Out of personal torpor and an antsiness that defines both of our personalities, my good friend Pete Bernhard and I … Continue reading