we showed up a little early to a small, quint town in illinois called rock island, right next to davenport, iowa.
there are gambling places everywhere so adam and i knew we could would be comfortable.
we went to a cafe.
we went back to the building. third floor.
we talked with super sean, the found of daytrotter. we made him laugh.
we saw the posters of all the artists that have recorded there. we were slightly jealous.
we picked out our spots in the recording room and set up adam's drums, my guitar, and amp.
we recorded four songs...only a couple of takes each.
the songs were (in this order): momentary drowning, buried, when i was in the fire, and an untitled one.
we listened to the tracks in the other room. we peed ourselves because the engineer did such a great job.
we hugged and talked about future possibilities.
we said our goodbyes.
we talked about how great it was.
if you do not know what daytrotter is, you can go to www.daytrotter.com or http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daytrotter or http://www.myspace.com/daytrotter
then punch yourself for not knowing.
thank you sean and mike and everyone else that helped us that day.
they will be online (i believe) in the next few months. cross your fingers.
zach and adam + james and quinn = lovers 4ever.
BUY THEIR RECORD.
i often compare the feelings that arise during extreme holiday congestion to dealing with a death of a loved one.
let's look at my thought process and see if this fits. none of this is directed outward. it comes out in loud singing, biting sarcasm, or cursing quietly to myself. i am saved only by my tiny bladder.
stages of grief.
1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, or if it is death, setting the table for the person or acting as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting or even acknowledging the loss.
2-Anger-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back or get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.
3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, or attempting to make deals with God to stop or change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.
4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.
5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. You have to accept the loss, not just try to bear it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make or break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave you on purpose.
i usually don't arrive at the last stage until i am at my destination.
**exaggeration is funny.
***i don't like cops.
before i tell a short, funny story, i would like to say that tampa is an interesting place. it's population of more than 380,000 residents enjoy the pleasures and (most likely) discourage the tropical climate. according to wikipedia, which is a highly regarded research tool, tampa is called the "lightning capital of the world." i recently read a subplot in a novel about a women who wrote an interview type book about people all over the world who had been struck by lightning. can someone please do that? for me?
anyways, here's what happened in tampa. the singer for a band i cannot mention (to avoid getting sued...again) was EXTREMELY intoxicated. adam knew the right thing to do was to drive her minivan to the hotel we were staying at (keep your head out of the gutter) and let her sober up until she could drive herself home. quinn gave us directions to a motel 6 that didn't exist. adam, the girl, and the girl's minivan, along with me and the cavalier, lost each other through endless turns and skipped stop signs. i found them surrounded by five cop cars. as it turns out, after asking for directions, a city worker on a bike stole the purse from the girl's lap in the middle of his talking and sped away. this abyss that we could not get ourselves out of turned out to be the "projects of tampa" and were told by officers how stupid we were to be there. the obviously sober girl started to yell and curse at the police which made an equally drunk, but more coherent adam seem like a stand up citizen by comparison. apparently, her purse and the items inside are being traded for crack and/or money for crack right about now and there's nothing we can do about it. we probably wouldn't anyways, considering tampa is full of sketchy characters. the night ended with the deafening cries of a twenty two year old bartender who asked me repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly where her camera was. (it was in her purse. go figure.) adam and i had to sleep in one of the beds while she was lucky enough to not be kicked out by me and continued to sob into the early morning hours in her own comfy cloud-like slumber. thank you drunk girl.
i try not to be the cliche musician guy, but i can't help caring for others that truly need some help.
here are some things you should look more into this coming holiday season...starting with this:
"It is our goal to collect and distribute one million pounds of food to America’s hungry both in cities and on impoverished American Indian Reservations. Once we reach that goal, we hope to collect and distribute one million pounds of food per year every year thereafter. We are confident we can reach our goal!"
and finally...i can't mention this enough...
The rice you donate makes a huge difference to the person who receives it. According to the United Nations, about 25,000 people die each day from hunger or hunger-related causes, most of them children. Though 20 grains of rice may seem like a small amount, it is important to remember that while you are playing, so are thousands of other people at the same time. It is everyone together that makes the difference. Thanks to you, FreeRice has generated enough rice to feed more than two million people since it started in October 2007. Increase your vocabulary and donate rice with each right answer. SIMPLE.
there are others, but they aren't appropriate for the food related posts. if you know of any others, feel free to put them in the comments section so other can see them. even if you have nothing, you can still give something. <---i want that copyrighted.
If one is a parent to two illegitimate children, that person will go to jail for at least one month.
No one may bribe any athlete to “rig” a game, match, tournament, etc.
It is illegal to teach others what polygamy is.
A man may not seduce a woman by lying, and claiming he will marry her.
One may be fined up to $100 for using “profane language” in public places.
Private citizens may personally arrest any person that disturbs a church service.
Cattle rustling is punishable by hanging.
Horses are not to be housed within 50 feet of any road.
Adultery or Fornication (living togeather while not married or having sex with someone that is not your spouse) results in a fine of $500 and/or 6 months in prison.
Vagrancy is punishable by either 30 days in prison or a $250 fine.
Unnatural intercourse, if both parties voluntarily participate, results in a maximum sentence of 10 years and $10,000.
It is illegal for a male to be sexually aroused in public.
i'm really hoping i don't come in contact with a homeless liar who is constantly swearing and talking about polygamy in a mascot uniform having sex with an unmarried female triathlete while riding my horse on the street after rounding up my neighbor's cows on a sunday morning by a church anytime soon.
Adam: (dark, hairy, bearded man in his low to mid 20's)
Zach: (pale, skinny, bearded man in his low to mid 20's...sexy)
Cop 1: (short, pudgy white man in his late 40's)
Cop 2: (tall, african american with a stern demeanor in his mid 30's)
Cop 3: (medium height, mustached, sarcastic in his early 40's)
Adam: boxers. (must be comfortable with near nudity)
Zach: gym shorts, no underwear, glasses.
Cops 1-3: uniforms that fit accordingly.
~a 2001 Chevy Cavalier
Phoenix, AZ. Early morning hours. Sunny. Dumpy Motel 6.
knocking at the door. silence. louder knocking on the door.
Adam: (sleepy) Zach, wake up.
Adam: Someone's at the door.
Zach: Fuck you.
(Zach gets up slowly and answers the door. Cops 1-3 enter scene.)
Cop 1: Are you Mr. Tipton?
Cop 1: Do you know why we're here today, Mr. Tipton?
Zach: No idea. Adam, have I done anything illegal in the past week?
Adam: Ha...I don't think so.
Cop 2: What did you pay with last night, Mr. Tipton?
Zach: (awake and alert now) Let's see...a fifty and a twenty. Yep. That sounds right.
Cop 1: Did you know that the fifty dollar bill you paid for was counterfeit?
Adam: Are you serious?!
Zach: What?! I had no idea. At all. We paid with the money we were given after the show.
Cop 3: Let us see the money you received then.
Zach: Okay, let me go get it.
(nervously rummages through his backpack)
Cop 2: Are you guys in a rock band or something?
Adam: Yeah, we're going to Las Cruces tomorrow.
Cop 3: What's the name of your band then?
Zach: Young Coyotes. The name of this band is Young Coyotes. (laughs)
Cop 1: This isn't funny.
Zach: No, you're right. It's not.
Cop 3: Do you realize how serious of a situation this is?
Zach: Yes, I do. I think it's a crazy situation though. Sorry.
Adam: (sleepily) I can't believe this.
Cop 2: Sir, put your hands behind your back.
Zach: Adam, quick! Get his gun!
Cop 3: Oh, shit! (Cop 3 gets out his gun but it fumbles in his hand. proceeds to kick it further away each time he bends down.)
Cop 1: Let me help you, Steve! (As Cop 1 bends to help Cop 3, they bump heads and both pass out. Coconut sound optional.)
Zach: Get your hands off of me, pig! (Zach does roundhouse kick to Cop 2's face)
Adam: Fuck you, Pig! (Adam proceeds to grab Cop 2 from the floor and drag him out of the motel room. Zach quickly grabs all of the suitcases in the room and kicks all three cops in various places while exiting. Adam punches Cop 2 in the face, knocking him out cold.)
Zach: Adam! The keys!
(Adam throws keys from second story)
Adam: Quick! Let's get the hell out of here!
Zach: Who's driving?
Adam: I don't know, you wanna drive?
Zach: Not really.
Adam: Let's flip for it.
Zach: Head or tails?
Cop 2: (weak) This is officer...need back...up...now.
Both (Adam and Zach): (Both look at each other) Ah!
(They get into the car and drive into the morning sunrise)
DECEMBER 4TH. DAYTROTTER SESSION.
we are in scottsdale/tempe/phoenix right now and the thing i look forward to the most tonight will be trying to see these clearly:
seeing pictures of the universe is probably one of the reasons why i decided not to paint. it's never going to look as nice.
a is for adam.
r is for raising arizona...which is a movie everyone should see.
i is for the idiot drivers we encounter.
z is for zach. that's me.
o is for orion's belt. which is an easy to spot constellation.
n is for nature, which people need to pay more attention too. (i don't mean in the eco-friendly way, although that's good too.)
a is for afterthought. here's one: read more because it'll keep you enlightened.
land of confusing street layout
get me out now
make the best of it
by having a magic time
lost in mormon town
boise is much better
a bohemian utah
if there was such a thing
long drive to seattle
had to stop after a while
now we wait for tonight
Oct 24 2008 10:00P
Hi Dive w/ Asobi Seksu (21+) Denver, Colorado
Oct 29 2008 8:00P
The Atlas Theater Greeley, Colorado
Oct 30 2008 8:00P
Kilby Court Salt Lake City, Utah
Nov 1 2008 8:00P
Neurolux Boise, Idaho
Nov 2 2008 8:00P
Nectar Lounge (21+) Seattle, Washington
Nov 3 2008 8:00P
Backspace Portland, Oregon
Nov 5 2008 8:00P
Kimos (21+) San Francisco, California
Nov 6 2008 8:00P
The Zen Lounge (21+) Mountain View, California
Nov 7 2008 8:00P
Jerry’s Pizza Bakersfield, California
Nov 8 2008 8:00P
Billy O’s (21+) Ventura, California
Nov 9 2008 8:30P
Knitting Factory (Alt. Lounge) Hollywood, California
Nov 11 2008 7:30P
Chyro Arts Scottsdale, Arizona
Nov 13 2008 8:00P
Code Red Cafe Las Cruces, New Mexico
Nov 14 2008 6:30P
Rock Bottom San Antonio, Texas
Nov 15 2008 10:00P
House of Rock Corpus Christi, Texas
Nov 16 2008 9:00P
Stubb’s Austin, Texas
Nov 17 2008 10:00P
The Thirsty Hippo (18+) Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Nov 18 2008 9:00P
Cafe Eleven St. Augustine, Florida
Nov 19 2008 9:00P
The Orpheum Tampa, Florida
Nov 20 2008 8:00P
The Backbooth Orlando, Florida
Nov 21 2008 8:00P
Swayze’s Marietta, Georgia
Nov 22 2008 8:00P
Blue Nile (21+) Harrisonburg, Virginia
Nov 24 2008 9:00P
DC9 (18+) Washington, Washington DC
Nov 25 2008 9:00P
The Khyber (21+) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Nov 26 2008 9:00P
Mercury Lounge (21+) New York City, New York
Nov 28 2008 8:00P
Asbury Lanes Asbury Park, New Jersey
Nov 29 2008 3:00P
Middle East Upstairs (EARLY SHOW) Cambridge, Massachusetts
Nov 30 2008 9:00P
Bug Jar Rochester, New York
Dec 1 2008 8:00P
Agora Ballroom Cleveland, Ohio
Dec 2 2008 9:00P
Magic Stick Detroit, Michigan
Dec 3 2008 9:00P
Schuba’s (18+) Chicago, Illinois
Dec 4 2008 9:30P
The Blue Fugue Columbia, Missouri
For centuries artists and thinkers alike have sought to unlearn what they’ve learned as adults in an attempt to relearn what they knew as children. And if you listen to the Young Coyotes, you will find a little bit of this present in their approach, their interactions and especially their sound.
The Young Coyotes sound like cavemen on acid. Er, not really. Actually, not even close. But engage them in conversation and, depending on the day, this is one answer you may hear. Said, of course, with a sly, childish laugh.
In all reality Adam Halferty (drums, vocals) and Zach Tipton (guitar, vocals) are a bit more serious about their music than some of their descriptions may lead you to believe. Building on the cavemen analogy, Tipton will describe their sound as being more tribal – mostly on account of the percussive elements that pervade their entire sound. From their diverse drum arrangements, to the xylophone and even Tipton’s guitar and vocals – the Coyotes have a heartbeat that is undeniable. And powerful.
These Coyotes will drop your jaw. Young or old. No other band in town right now has such a pronounced penchant and aptitude for employing so many movements, so eloquently, into one song. These Coyotes are wild but keep you guessing in the most charming and sophisticated of musical ways – in ways that speak of supreme refinement and ability. These Coyotes do not discriminate on landscapes where they roam: they float neatly from the mountainous caves of “When I Was in the Fire” to the soulful Harlem streets of “Rooftops”.
And now, only months into this new project and the Young Coyotes already have a booking agency, one for U.S. shows and another for International gigs. By the end of the year, their first full length will be complete (the track on this page is from that collection, and it this sample is unmastered). All this and the band isn’t even a year old.
While on tour with their previous bands, (Tipton with Moros Eros from Georgia; and Halferty with the Denver act The Axe That Chopped The Cherry Tree) the pair bonded. After the tour, each act disbanded and Tipton drove from Georgia to unite with Halferty (who also drums for Chain Gang of 1974), with the idea of a creating a new musical project. Just what, exactly, they were going to create was a matter of mystery.
Much like their arrangements, Tipton’s personal belongings were and still are, scarce. After their previous projects dissembled, Halferty and Tipton set-out to create an act that that could tour in a small car. When the Coyotes first began, Halfterty was using a suitcase a kick drum.
I believe that something about these boys spells: vagabond.
Are you sometimes presented with a vignette of some small act that you performed as a child and are struck with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and perfection? To approach this in a more-simplistic manner: what was so magical about building mansions out of cardboard boxes, or playing with matchbox cars for hours on end?
Well, the Young Coyotes are moving backwards to those kinds of spaces, toward those kinds of answers. Or, they’re trying to anyway. If anything, their music does bear the fruit of retaining an adult version of childhood curiosity. In most instances, the Coyotes’ music flutters between the beautiful xylophone-induced vocal harmonies reminiscent of cradle songs and the scream of a thesis born from a lifetime of insomnia and bad dreams.
In all, the Coyotes songwriting process is hitting on this idea of childhood simplicity. They write quickly and they write often. Songs come with a rapidity that has had the three Coyotes (with the inclusion of Matt Wilcox on xylophone and drums) shaking their heads in delight.
Charles Bukowski talked about writing work that came screaming out of you, with little effort and a noted simplicity (“so you want to be a writer?”). If you’re producing work, Bukowski said, that comes out of you as though it had no choice – you’re probably doing the right thing. To extend the crayon picture, it’s as though you were a child with a drawer full of markers and a cardboard box that was about to become the largest mansion the world has ever seen. It is within this space where the Coyotes have struck it rich. But there are other caches of treasure littered all around their musical landscape.
It seems that the Coyotes songs have come like a case of insomnia – without warning. In talking about their songs, Tipton and Halferty rattle off several influences: creepy dreams, awkward silence, nostalgia. And certainly, somewhere in there, they are influenced by their diverging ideologies that, somehow, they leave off the table when there’s music between them. Music, for each of these complicated boys has been a refuge of sorts; a place to put that nervous energy and all those strange ideas and far-fetched dreams. And if the music isn’t that place, then they have found a rare safe haven in each other.
In-person, Tipton and Halferty possess the grace of authenticity and this new musical product is an example of that weight. Often, Tipton sings from his toes – bellowing beyond the microphone. Other times, he revolves around the microphone in some unconscious laundry-spin. Halferty, in sustaining the bands’ ever-changing beats, has no time to comb his hair behind the drums. Rightfully so, when you play this kind of honest, up-tempo, fierce and complicated work – there is very little time to look cool.
But in reality, the Young Coyotes are producing some of the coolest music in the Queen City these days. I can’t remember the last time that there was such a quick and pronounced buzz as there has been with a band in town, as there is with Coyotes. Look for the band’s upcoming full-length, which is – at this point – being eagerly anticipated by many. But really, you need get out to a show and see this unorthodox and beautiful caveman experiment thriving and turning whole rooms on their heads by going to their Myspace page: www.myspace.com/youngcoyotes.
This is certainly that kind of band in Denver where you most certainly will have the pleasure of saying, “I knew them when…”
By Jonathan Bitz
The band closed with “Momentary Drowning.” I was struck by how, yes, the songs were clearly tightly structured, but each member had enough leeway within that structure to move and change things ever so slightly so the performances were less likely to become stale for the band -- and its audience.
by tom murphy
by Heather Browne
There's a propulsive, raw, melodic sound coming from the streets of Denver these days from one band of Young Coyotes. This trio is only a few months into their existence as a musical entity, but are making addictively good indie-pop music in the vein of the Shins or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, with some hints of Arcade Fire. The Young Coyotes make blood pulse hot, with their chiming harmonic guitar tones, thumping percussion and strong shout-out-loud vocals. After turning in one of the strongest performances of the Denver Post's Underground Music Showcase in early August, a steady buzz has been building behind this band of fresh-faced twenty-somethings. Earlier this year, frontman Zach Tipton moved back to Denver from Georgia after the demise of his other band, Moros Eros. Zach had toured with percussionist Adam Halfterty while Adam was in his previous band The Axe That Chopped The Cherry Tree, and the two knew they shared a strong musical affinity. After adding percussionist/glockenspieler Matt Wilcox to the lineup, the Young Coyotes were born - and have been turning out songs that stick in your head and ebb with authenticity ever since. In addition to shows during the DNC and all through the closing of summer, you can catch their hotly-tipped set at the Monolith Festival VIP opening party on September 12. A listen through their demos on MySpace (album forthcoming) just might be the best thing about your day today: "Momentary Drowning" is ready to soundtrack an entire summer's worth of campfires and dives off the pier, while "When I Was In The Fire" rewards your patience when it explodes into a cascade of radiantly shimmering harmonies and urgent sentiments in the last seconds of the song. Young Coyotes play earnestly and with joyful ambition, and that's something that will always be worth hearing.
when i was in the fire
a thousand masks
the sun continues to reach me
there are about four or five or six more songs that we're looking to record for the full length. i hope everyone really likes whenever it is released.
A new volley from these precocious scamps, and once again their da-na-na-na-na-na-na gusto has me setting campfires in my living-room. Wouldn't mind a little more menace in this glockenspiel-along, more Wolf Parade and less Shins, but under the gloss of dings there's a tumbling, river-rapid thrill - the whirl and yay of a good team, a good squad, a good gang. A band that might do anything.
click the picture to see adam. i couldn't get his lovely face on the screen.
see what you hear = super cool.