Saturday, February 27, 2010

Pictures The Fun-Raiser










Our Artistic Director/Photographer, Chelsea, has some photos from our Fun-Raiser.
Comments or captions would be appreciated.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Lindsay Clark

We arrived at Lindsey house in a rush. We had lost her address and decided to pick one house out of the many were passing at the time it just so happened to be hers. We arrived at her door inquisitively. We were empty handed and had to run back to the car for the gear. As we walked through her door and staked out the space we forgot to introduce ourselves. After much moving and agitation we were ready to record. A soft breeze fell into the room. In the silence her banjo and voice carried us to the country-side. "I am melting in pools of sweet grass." The sun shone in the bay window we had her face. After some coaxing for her to give us the inspiration. She declined. I grant her this decision, let the song stand on its own. Within moments of her second song, with Jacob as my witness I was shedding tears of joy, beauty, and hope. "Oh Come All Ye Faithful". Lindsey calls the masses to stand, sit, lounge, but above all listen to her angelic voice. Her demeanor takes you in. She comforts you with long embracing melodies. She takes your hand to paint portraits of truth in lines like "trust has a pension for pleasure/doubt runs a discourse for pain." We knew within moments of leaving her presence that all would be well. We were too caught up with our work, the hussle bustle of the day to day. It is hard to properly re-live her power over us that afternoon. My restlessness dissipated. She put us at ease. She brought us peace. If I could only breathe.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Stephen...

"We dance and we sing". Stephen blows his harmonica and sings a raspy blues. "If you come out here you'll see your pain, and you'll never go back the same." He has just recently picked up the piano and everything we heard this session was fresh. And that last line simply captures what we heard from this enigmatic character. He makes up words, cryptic but phoenetic. He challenges the ear with quick progressions of lyrics and chords. His passion, evident. His voice, powerful. His songs, demanding. His presence, commanding. Stephen has much to say about everything. He attributes most of it to his biggest influence, Phil. His songs by being completely devoted to the craft of the moment, do not dwell too long. This is in spite of the fact he throws himself wholeheartedly into each and every one. He drags through several unfinished, unpolished, raw, but truthful songs. "Call Out Myself", "Mikajistgit" and "This Life" each bring something wholly different to the table. It is hard to categorize under just one word what we heard that day. Stephen is well versed and well rounded in his themes and execution. It is plain he does a lot of thinking, but its seems he does even more writing. This was made clear by the pile of numerous little black composition books heaped next to the piano. During the session Stephen was quick to the task of explaining his inspiration, the mechanations of true self.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Eric John Kaiser

Eric John Kaiser

The Collector: Eric John Kaiser. He collects love stories, ideas, pictures, post cards. Though his songs are mostly in French, Eric John brings great humility to his art-nouvo style. His melodies wander from minor to major with ease and take you for walks through Parisan nights in Eiffel Tower Park, through sunny afternoons sitting in the French Country side. His style is very refined. Like fine a wine. Seriously though, he leaves you wanting more with his catchy lines and memorable words, although you might have to consult a French-English dictionary, or a multi-linguist. His first song, "Jig-saw Puzzle" he says himself, "Explains how men don't understand anything about women." Pretty straight forward. He takes a good long look at relationships and how "it is a constant evolution of things. Complicated but guided." This alone speaks for itself. The next song, dissonant and reflective. Comprising of dynamics, Eric John Kaiser and Anton, trade lyrical melodies with voice and mandolin. Back and forth, build, build, and build to "Wake up she's gone", "She don't see me no more." Then drop off back to the reflection of his outburst and what lead to the outburst. The last song, "Go West", he follows his heart, back to that old pioneering spirit of fame, fortune, as well as danger. The trumpet calls him in, its like the call of his heart muted by his anxtious fear.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Rusty Razors

The Rusty Razors

Taken from the dregs and gutters of a sea worn shore town, The Rusty Razors tuned
their strings and voices in an attic room in Sellwood. They brought such raw stories
and energy to the session that grey afternoon in january we were dancin' tappin our feet like the rain on the roof. Their first song of the day "Midnight Train" spins a tale
of a lonesome man, a gambler, a drunk, and an outcast; George, hits the road to find
fortune. He is remembered in his old town but only as a ghost, a myth. "He sang out a tune"
to forget what he just left behind. "La-ta-da-da-da, la-ta-da-da-da"...and on and on.
The rest of this sordid story twists and winds through murder and knives. "A man says
'You won't be needin' this', George says 'I think otherwise.'" With blood on his hands
George sings again dancin' trough the night. The next tune was of very similar dark
qualities but brought a blues element to their style. Still the upbeat fast paced tempo
brought lyrics that spoke of "lakes of tears", "demons" and "fences", the remnants and
defenses of a broken, torn love affair. A traveler confused but faithful in dedication
to his fate. "What's a man to do?" They all echo out in chorus. The next tune grabbed that
country off beat shuffle and wrangled it with another story of a simple but desolate man.
Un-named and presumably unknown, the man was blind and subsequently challenges the audience.
"You're not blind, your just not looking hard enough." The third tune was a mix of a sea
shanty fiddle tune and an old standard "Drunken' Sailor". "What do you do with a drunken
sailor?" The Rusty Razors bring the call-response energy back to songwritting. Questions, and
answers string along through every song. Their music begs you to be engaged even if their
style can be hectic at times, allowing the pure moments of clarity and brilliance to really shine.
The raspy whiskey growl, the hands shuffling the beat, the clean clear mandolin altogether
turn your hands to fists, gripping full beer stiens pounding old board tables to the beat.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Endin' Pretendin'


Howdy! We have been busy, busy, busy. We have been sitting on washers and dryers in laundry
rooms, rocking on chairs on porches, and crammed into bedrooms with 15 other individuals.
We heard yelling from the highest mountain tops and the soft whispering of a midwest breeze.
We have been fortunate enough to capture it all. Check the blog daily for recaps on
all the recording sessions and adventures of the Field Recordings. The myspace as well has
many new recordings on a weekly basis. We have decided on a date and venue for our first
fundraiser. The flyers to be distributed are attached. Onward at your leisure.

Feb. 20th 7pm-11pm

Good Neighbor Pizza
800 Northeast Dekum Street
Portland, OR 97211-3630

www.goodneighborpizzeria.com

There will be Pizza, Beer and Music. What more could you ask for?

We are going to feature many of the artist we have recorded so far.
Including...

The Rusty Razors (www.myspace.com/shipofbones)
Eric John Kaiser (www.myspace.com/ericjohnkaiser)
Stephen (www.myspace.com/portlandfieldrecordings)
Lindsey Clark (www.myspace.com/lindsayclarkmusic)
Barry Brusseau (www.myspace.com/barrybrusseau)
The Bear Feet (www.myspace.com/bearfeetband
Mark Perry (www.myspace.com/portlandfieldrecordings)
Michelle (www.myspace.com/portlandfieldrecordings)

Sincere thanks to everyone, for giving us their time to share their music.