SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Former members of Pedro the Lion, Roadside Monument, Action Bastard, the Other Desert Cities

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We are getting back to out roots, playing music for fun. We are influenced by late 90’s indie rock and it has greatly influenced our tastes.

I’m writing this at the US Mexico Boarder.

Helicopters and automatic weapon fire in the hills.

I listened to Children early in the morning driving into California 15 days ago.

Their sound reminded me of what we used to call math rock. Technical, quarky and slim like Q and Not U and Modest Mouse.

We had several bands around that time imitating this style. Nasa in France, Rebellious Mailbox, Judas is Still a Saint, and Other People’s Children. All of which were thematic recording sessions of goofy thirteen year olds, in what used to be the brewing room in the basement of our family home.

I found the music of Pedro the Lion through an artist search for similar artists to Modest Mouse using an algorithm from one of the early music webpages.

Years later I spent time with the bass player of cussing while she was in Action Bastard.

In a very compassionate bar room,  nights of alchohol fueled work and play, gave way to the waters of honesty and togetherness.

I remember her energy. She would cut through and make the moment.

“Should we be doing this?” became “if this is happening then speaking about it brings us together and acting on our shared understanding gives us power.”

I have been living more reclusivly since then. Covid and Buddha influence.

The recluses role, like an invisible hand

Going through old songs and records from that time.

On a fragile helm of mental peace and terror.

The opening lines of Children cuts through as well with a suprising quality to it,”It seems like every creepy scene has got his hands on our economy… Children please send me your bones.”

Bar Room or Battlefield the action of compassion through all states of suffering is appreciated.

Passion and what I have thought of as mine has inspired and from Buddha I am learning that this that I love and have called mine may not be mine after all.

This is not mine, this I am not, this is not myself. Now what is to be done.

The Buddha said feeling and perception should be abandoned, I ponder this.

I feel and perceive alot. I think alot about feeling, why am I feeling this, what does it want, this felt sense. I think about past times and I suffer because I love what I have had, I love that bar room, and I am no longer there. But the composure and creative form is where a lot of reflection happens for me.

Relecting at the boarder, I’m happy to see a friend be making this music and sharing it.

I remember her as fierce and compasionate and the music she makes is of the quality of her company with these indie legends.