So we get to play at the Roxy on August 26th. Awesome.
We played our first festival last weekend up in Squamish. hOLy fuCK!! what an amazing time. How can we do that every weekend. It was the first year of what I hope will be many "Squamish Revival" festivals.
I am happy to say that I knew almost all of the performers and to count myself amongst that group of friends and musicians was truly an honor. I hope we get to do that again sometime soon!
When people ask me what kind of band I am in the above title is an accurate summation of our collaboration. Terry, our band, does not exist to blow your mind, "start a movement" or open the babe valve and shower ourselves in an endless stream of high end vagina and lightly cut inebriates (although writing that did give me a partial). Terry is 3 dudes making music that we can feel honest about playing.
As a songwriter I have been through various stages of insecurity with my work. I have felt that I was too sad, too cryptic or too revealing. I've felt like I was just re-writing some of my favourite songs, trying to be someone I respected or just being too incoherent for anyone to relate to. People always want to know who your influences are or who you sound like and that can pervert the experience of both the listener and the musician.
In Terry, if I bring a disco song about a girl finding a guys spank towel or a soft melody about being a drunk-ass stay at home drunk we don't worry about what people are gonna think about it or what it really means. We just play it. If it's fun we continue playing it. And if we are having fun on stage no one can take that from us. If you ruin someone's fun time you are an asshole and no one likes an asshole.
Fun is the key goal of Terry and though we may tread in murky social waters the fun cannot be denied. We could try to play to a scene or try to write radio shit but that would be a true perversion of the reasons we started playing in the first place. Because it's fun.
3 balding men who wanna play shows, drink beer and have fun...... Amidst an endless waft of high end vagina and lightly cut inebriates.. Some money would be nice too... And maybe the odd orgy.. With midgets and hay rides and candle abrererrssss. We are also going bald which gives us that cornered animal level of unpredictability and bestial lust.