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Y La Bamba, Paper Bird, & Yet: October 25th at the Crocodile


We have the honor to share a bill with Portland’s Y La Bamba and Denver’s Paper Bird on Thursday, October 25th at The Crocodile.

If you haven’t yet heard of Y La Bamba, then SHAME ON YOU! because they’re one of the Pacific Northwest’s most valuable gems in the music scene of the last two years and this year’s album “Court the Storm” is a must-have if you happen to be proud of your eclectic music collection.

Eventful.com: “With their new album, ‘Court the Storm’, Portland OR’s Y La Bamba return with a haunting second full-length of delicately crafted art folk. ‘The voice is most effective when it’s indistinguishable from the emotion of the lyric as well as the drama of the rhythm and chords’ says NPR’s Felix Contreras when discussing Y La Bamba’s stunning front-woman, adding ‘…Luz Elena Mendoza stands very near the front of this pack.’ On ‘Court the Storm’, these ethereal vocals combine with bittersweet melodies and thrumming Latin-inspired rhythms to form an indie pop masterpiece.”

NPR: “Mendoza’s voice seemed otherworldly…It is light and ethereal yet seemingly tortured — she sings with deep emotion, if not pain.”

Paper Bird’s live performances showcase the diversity and good-time vibe of the group while providing a fresh and unique take on a sound that has a tendency to bring the listener back to a different era. Young in age but timeless in spirit, Paper Bird continually captures the hearts of new listeners and long-time fans. Their rare and beautiful approach to music led them to be featured on NPR’s All Things Considered and were voted in the Top 10 Best Underground Bands by the Denver Post three years in a row, as well as being 5280’s Top of the Town 2009 “Top Local Band” in Denver, CO.

And then there’s us:

& Yet has grand plans to turn our focus inward for the remainder of the year, to get into the recording studio and create for you a six-track EP, in time for release at the top of 2013. This is our last show on the books for awhile until we have that goal, which has been in development for some time, accomplished.

Come out an support an incredible bill put on at The Crocodile in Seattle, WA.  We guarantee it will be the best decision of your Thursday.

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& Yet Photo-shoot

This past weekend we fed our egos with an awesome photo-shoot. To begin, the we all got together for a band shopping spree at Buffalo Exchange, Goodwill, and Value Village. Javvy and Caroline played the roles of fashion consultant, while Jonathan tried to organize all the thrift-store finds into a unified photo composition in his mind. Not only do the photos look great, but we’re all able to dress a little better for the experience. With the help of photographers Brandon Adams and Michael Marchesini, we clambered into the camera frames and sought to present ourselves artistically and professionally. Here are a few of our most flattering shots.

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Gun

(Listen to the Demo Here)

I woke up with a gun in my bed behind bars of shadows, the sunbeams bled in. I must have crept through Arthur’s room in the night. Heavy in hand, I’d put up a hot-blooded fight. I broke his heart like the bricks of Sodom because pillars of salt keep my food from rotting. I pray for silence from the god above us and on and on and on and on I keep talking. On and on and on and on.

Prick of thistle in every step, so I’ll step lighter if I can. Face the sky and the father’s back. I put the north at mine and take a shaded path. Love for foe transcends love for friend because an enemy shows his coat color and his intent. I pray for solace from the burning land and on and on and on and on I keep on circling. And on and on and on and on I keep on circling.

And on and on and on and on.

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October 10th at the Comet Tavern.

Wednesday, October 10th: Cloud Person, & Yet, English Gardensand Robust Worlds play the Comet Tavern in Seattle, WA.

“Cloud Person started as a moniker that Pete Jordan used for lofi demo recordings.
After the demise of his previous rock band, Pete decided to rerecord some of the demos and release them as an EP with no game plan in mind. Just for the hell of it.
He enlisted the services of Betsy Johnson(Violin) and Cameron Arneson(Bass), both of whom he ended up starting Cloud Person the band with, along with Matt Zook(Clarinet) and Justin Neff (Native American Flute) for finishing touches to the mostly recorded EP and released it as ‘Anchors in the Sun’ in March of this year.” We’ve played with them on a few occasions and are consistently enthralled.

English Gardens and Robust Worlds are sure to come out ready to impress. We are certainly looking forward to their sets. It’s gonna be a good ole’ Wednesday night at the Comet. Come out and have a drink, listen to some tunes, and remember that your love of Seattle is based solely on the fact that you can go to a bar in the middle of the week and see a lineup of indie bands that no one’s ever heard of. How hip are you?

The Comet Tavern is located at 922 E Pike st on Capitol Hill in Seattle, WA. See you there.

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A Bud Has Bloomed.

Oh oh oh how grand, a bud has bloomed here in the sand. It grows low against the land and it takes whatever dew it can. Weaker ones burst all around in droves in groves and richer ground. Careless breeze and honeybee, some seedlings fly into the sea.

{Oh oh oh how kind your nature was then at the time love was sewn in dimming light but you told me it would be alright. Was it nature on its course that choked us, cut us from the source? Or was that watershed not deep as you had led me to believe?}

Every morn and every night, blooms are born to sweet delight, and each night and every morn, some to misery are born. Some to misery are born.

Oh oh oh how fine the animal poems she’d sing in the night, so I should never mourn a light bathed in and burned in and known all right. The dew from her brimming eye, the blossom seized to keep alive and it lived low a little life.

{Oh oh oh how strange that you would find no place for blame, just a draught, the play of fate, not the seed of doubt allowed to germinate in a greenhouse not a grove, it was careful hands that helped it grow. They callous from their honest work, yours hid secrets in the dirt.}

Every morn and every night, {our hearts were still}, Blooms are born to sweet delight {Some sit upon a sill} and each night and every morn {They await the dew} Some to misery are born. Some to misery are born {As I once waited for you}.

See the way men beg for you like the tides? Pulling at your legs, violent and malign I have used my waves, my weight, my might While you wade in them safe, keeping your hair dry.

{Nature does not deceive, It does not lead to believe. Fertile or plagued with weeds, soil is honest in everything.}

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Ache For Joy

The fear of death is a disease,
It belongs in knowable degrees.
It belongs when the conveyors freeze,
And you are stuck in the machine.

Death sits in the center aisle.
To the aweless he presents a smile.
Sometimes, to the agonized, he presents a cup,
And greedily they take it up,
And they take it down and join with soil,
Quiet soil to be trod.
Troubles at end, the ground is loyal.
A friend in death, like breath of God.

The chilling thing is not the strike,
But a healthy limb blackened with blight.
The venom’s spread needs a healthy vein,
As does the heel to crush the snake.

In loss of all, there is no loss.
Without possession, there can be no cost.
So I say fear to fail a friend,
I say let the sucker live to fear the end,
As he sits in a chair and he drinks and it fends
Off the ache to make joy, in place play and pretend
Off the knowing that knowing is his flash in the pan.
And what all can he do? We all do what we can,
While the dark day comes one day closer at hand.
It’s a story for the worm, it’s a flag in the sand.
I know his disgrace like the back of my hand.
I take pride in it now, and that I don’t understand
Keeps me alone in the room begging you give me a hand…

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Sunday 9/23 at the Crocodile

This coming Sunday, September 23rd Friends and Family, Let’s Get Lost, The Hoot Hoots and & Yet perform at The Crocodile in Seattle, WA.

This will be the album release show for Let’s Get Lost‘s album “House of Cards” (click here to listen to a sample). Described as ‘vintage pop,’ Let’s get lost is an amalgamation of catchy melody and pulsing rhythm. The release of “House of Cards” is sure to appeal to your pop sensibilities. You’ll want a copy as bad as I do.

 

Friends and Family and The Hoot Hoots are sure to satisfy as well. I saw Friends and Family play at the Tractor some months back. Their stage presence was inspiring and their energy contagious. I was on a date, so I tried to play it cool and act like I wasn’t that into it. You know, to impress the girl with my apathy towards everything. Unfortunately, I ended up making a fool of myself on the dance floor and never saw that woman again.

“Power pop quartet The Hoot Hoots know how to have fun, and their newest release Appetite for Distraction proves it. Their second full-length album of the year is rife with singsong choruses, idyllic imagery and enough peppy riffing to keep listeners feeling fuzzy long after the last track has finished.”
– The Deli Seattle Magazine

Also, in my impressively level-headed and unbiased opinion, & Yet will come out ready to impress. The self actualization of this project is right around the corner as our delicate and dramatic pieces strive to send shivers down your spine with poignant depth and harmonic intricacy.

-Jonathan (of & Yet)

 

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Mercies, & Yet, and The Balloons at the High Dive, Sept 11.

 

This coming Tuesday night, September 11th, & Yet is performing with the up and coming indie/rock group: Mercies, who are on tour all the way from Connecticut and locally acclaimed pop/rock band The Balloons at the High Dive in Fremont. The show starts at 8:00. Come enjoy an evening in the naturally hip and self-interested Fremont, quaff a tasty beer and relish a tasteful collection of intricate melodies.

Mercies: 

“Tucked in the woods of northern Connecticut is the barn/recording studio/rehearsal space that Mercies calls home. Singer, songwriter, and guitarist Josh Rheault, with the help of his family and friends, restored the barn in the Fall and Winter of 2010/2011. Not only were 2×4′s cut, concrete poured, and electricity run, but Mercies found its humble beginnings through this restoration process.

While living in Los Angeles for several years and extensively touring/recording with his previous band, Josh’s desire to pursue his own avenue of expression as a songwriter began to come to life. When he returned home to Connecticut after going through these seminal experiences in L.A., the restoration of the old tobacco barn ensued, as early demos were recorded and plans for a full length emerged. Joined by friend, collaborator, and drummer Sammy Dent, the duo spent the Fall and Winter of 2010/2011 recording the album Three Thousand Days in the space now simply and affectionately referred to as “The Barn.”

The foundation of Three Thousand Days is deeply personal, yet presents easily relatable lyrics sung with powerful and memorable melodies. The album is colored with a homemade quality, an attention to detail, and a sonic exploration that was directly inspired by the place it was recorded. Quite simply, Three Thousand Days is “one of those releases that engages [you] within a few bars; immediately feeling like something special. Something important. Something to keep around, something to tell your best friends about.” (My Old Kentucky Blog)

Not wasting any time, Josh and Sammy, now joined by bassist Jordan Flower, have already begun to write material for their next full-length album. In addition, they will be releasing an EP titled The Ballet in March 2012 containing some new material, some reworked material, and their music for a ballet commissioned by The Charlottesville Ballet in Charlottesville, Virginia.

With their sights set on more collaboration with dance companies, other multimedia projects, scoring films, and touring to support Three Thousand Days, the future is looking bright for the ambitious trio.”

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We Hunters

(Listen Here)

I swear to God I’m a humble fisherman and you’re the catch of the year. So line my table with love and I’ll swear to protect you, my dear. I once watched the water glisten as it left your polished scales. How long did it take to prepare yourself for all these ravenous males?

We built a great ship and filled it with our shit; we’re gonna prove that our shit don’t exist. Because then we’ll drown it; feed it to the fish and choke all the sea-life on good promises.

Why are you fighting this way? Don’t you love me the way I do? I do. I’ll be gentle when I rip you apart, I just want to get inside of you, until there’s nothing but a husk exposed in the dusk’s sweet, salty air. So hush, baby, hush and feel my blood rush as I run my hands through your hair.

A man’s got to eat so he learns how to fish. He dresses his lure so that fish can’t resist. And the bigger and stronger the fight in the fins, the wider the arms when that fisherman wins. She gave me a bite and the whole boat shook. She’d been taken by my worn down line with a hook. I clenched my jaw tight, gripped with muscle and pride but that fish overcame me, pulled me over the side. Down into the darkening depths I was swept, but I’d grip that pole tight with all the strength I had left, because we hunters are rightful gods of the sea and no fish underneath will get the better of me.

Then my mind went dark, for the surface I fled, but my heart became anchor, my body was lead. It seemed I’d gotten myself in over my head. Well, I took in the water and fell toward the bed.

I feel my body understand. I see the fisherman of man, he holds out an out-streched hand to say: “you’ve failed, and I tried to balm your wounds, I tried to balm your wounds.”

I smiled, I gave up too soon.

We built a great ship, filled it with our shit, choked all the sea-life on good promises.

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