buffalo alice
@buffalo alice
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Atlanta, GA USA
Joined Dec 12, 2007
Buffalo Alice was formed by singer/songwriter Alex Aaron in the spring of 2004 from the ashes of alt rock band G.B. Fuzz. Aaron started writing new songs and reworking old ones to make them friendly to an acoustic act under the new name. After many long hours and a few six packs doing some serious soul searching and collaborating with many musicians he has arrived at the sound that is Buffalo Alice.
After playing for more than a year as a solo acoustic act, Aaron picked drummer John Bennett. Jason Cropper joined the band as the third member playing bass and lead guitar, as well as singing. The full band version of Buffalo Alice has very quickly developed a following across the U.S.A. through touring and exposure via college and commercial radio play and television.
The bands first record, The Fifth Sparrow was a hit with critics:
"Their brand of power pop based alt-country rockers and ballads have a distinctly southern flavor to them, yet remain unmarred by the normal images that spring to mind when someone thinks south of the Mason Dixie. The music has a warm sense of pop sweetness underneath the melancholy vocals and heartbroken lyrics...Expect bright things from these guys in the future." - Mammoth Press
The newest album "Mitchell" was produced in Los Angeles by Jason Cropper (Weezer, Chopper One). It has been described as "genre-jumping and insidiously catchy indie rock." -www.cdreviews.com
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Jan 3, 2008
When you were young You were the king of carrot flowers And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for And this is the room One afternoon I knew I could love you And from above you how I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go And your mom would sink until she was no longer speaking And dad would dream of all the different ways to die Each one a little more than he could dare to try
