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The Hollow Threads


I know it has been mostly quiet here lately.  I have been very busy.  I’ve been composing, recording, and performing a lot.  In March I performed at the SXSW music festival with Patrick Joseph.  It was an awesome experience and a great time!  And now…

I can finally share the project I have been working on for over a year and a half:  

The Hollow Threads

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You can download a free 3 song sample of the album ahead of its release here:

thehollowthreads.com/sampledownload

Click on “Sample Download” and enter the password “threads”

This project is very close to me, and I’m very excited to be sharing it with everyone.  If you like what you hear, please share it with friends that you think might enjoy it!  

We are very lucky to have some amazing friends helping us on this album.  Including my good friend Patrick Joseph.  He helped with tracking of the album, provided some amazing guest vocals, and co-wrote the song Wide Awake with us.  

You can find and connect with us all over the web:

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We are a completely independent band.  These songs are self-produced, and self-funded.  So if you enjoy what you hear, please help us out!  “Like” our Facebook page, follow us on Twitter, and share our free download with your friends!  Independent artists today have more power than ever before, but this also means that there are a lot more artists sharing their music.  This means we rely heavily on our friends and family to share our music and help spread the word.  Support independent artists!

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A cool spring evening, a guitar in open-D tuning, slide in hand (Or, a metalhead in remission).


Up on the Hill by lifetrackedinsound

Night Quiet by lifetrackedinsound

“The blues has lasted because the blues is about reality. Life is blue. Life ends. Sorrow is certain. Pain can’t be avoided. The blues lays it out. But as you sing the blues, and as you listen to the blues, something happens to you. In the middle of songs that have some of the saddest stories ever told, you feel more alive than ever. That’s the strength of the blues. That’s the miracle – watching the blues chase the blues away.” – Little Jimmy Scott

I’ve found myself in a place, musically speaking, that I would have never imagined.  Not 4 years ago, not 10 years ago.  But that seems to be the way life goes.  You get busy making plans, and you miss life happening all around you while you are making those plans.  At least that is how I feel.  No matter what you think is going to happen, life probably has a different plan.  So, come what may…

In high school and a couple years into college I was very much about only the music I liked and wasn’t really open to other styles.  I had my Metallica, Tool, and my Dream Theater (and many other bands of the heavier persuasion) and I didn’t need anything else.  (I’d chalk it up to teenage angst…but I was not angsty at all, I had no reason to be.)  I didn’t like anything else really…except for Bob Dylan, but more in a passing sense.  I didn’t even own a steel-string acoustic guitar until about 4 years ago, and even then, I rarely played it. 

Which brings me to today…and my current affliction:  I’ve become obssessed with folk music, americana, blues…whatever you want to call it.  I find myself finger-picking away at very traditional sounding chord progressions late into the night time and time again.  I find myself sitting for hours on end playing slide guitar, essentially re-learning everything because the tunings change the layout of the fingerboard and the technique requires completely different mechanics.  And I enjoy it much more than I ever thought possible.  A cool spring evening, a guitar in open-D tuning, slide in hand, and all is right with the world for that moment (or in my own selfish little world at least). 

So, here are two pieces inspired by that folk obsession.  By artists like Kelly Joe Phelps, Bill Frisell, Bob Dylan, etc. etc. 

Slide guitar is the sound closest to that of a human voice, capable of so many inflections, emotions, and prone to imperfections of sound.  It sounds like a weeping soul to me.   Sorrowful and melancholy, but somehow still uplifting.  Somehow still hopeful. And I think that is a pretty good reflection of how life can be sometimes.

You lose the blues by playing the blues.