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Brian EH Crowl And D Neil Blake - live At Rotture
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Brian EH Crowl On Bass, D Neil Blake on drums, live performance for an audience of 5 at the Rotture, Portland Oregon summer of 2007. Hardly no one came, no one could find the friggin' place! It's not like people are going to notice the paper sign!
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One man who enjoys sharing music, blending music, and spiritually healing people with influences and inspirational concepts in music.
After having been offline for a long time, I have finally put myself back online with a healthy computer, so now I can put music from this massive archive I have on here finally. These are all songs I did completely myself, things I did just playing with all the instruments I have in different combinations, coming out with different things relative to my own personal style. I can't say I'm any one particular style, I've got many kinds, I have moods of all kinds in my expressive sounds. I evoke sadness, anger, insanity, humor, laughter, cheer, joy, happiness, all emotions, really. I'm particularly proud of the pieces I'm sharing with you here, though. Not many have gotten to see these recordings but finally you shall as well as all my other friends. I sincerely hope that anyone who hears these songs expresses an interest in connecting to me somehow, even as a friend. I'm social and pleasant to talk to.
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Genre
World • World Fusion
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
Brian Eli Harold Crowl And D Neil Blake
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Sub-Sic Records (C) 2010
Uploaded
February 13, 2010
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:34
Story behind the song
Since hardly no one showed up for the show, we just decided to have fun and chat with people, and strut our stuff a little and take off. That evening sucked, we had 3 people show up for our show, was nice, but we invited close to 500. Many asked me what the hell, and I realized, The Rotture at the time was so sickenly pathetic underground club built into a warehouse with glitchy electric jacks and dangerous wires hanging from the ceiling... Not many would come to a place like that, not many would be dedicated enough to even try to find the friggin' place because all that indicated that it was The Rotture was the plain college print piece of paper with the words "Entrance To The Rotture" on a dirty glass window of a door that is attached to a building that looks like a russian prison warehouse. It was doomed the moment we booked it. However we had fun. We had a close personal show that evening. Mike Sprigo showed up, he's always great to have in the audience, and alone on stage doing his thing. David Hathaway, a semi-friend of mine, kinda acted like our band was a professional outfit, but what we had was a bassist who's over qualified for the band, a methamphetamine addict guitar player who's got an overly screwed up perspective on who he is, and Dave, the drummer, kinda has a sense of humor about it, but is way too professional to be working with amateurs. Hired gun kinda folk. Then there was Noah Mickens, who hosted... pshh! hosted the show from downstairs with the goth chicks. The Bartender was bored and texting his friends with benefits, and that was pretty much it. Oh yeah, there was this mysterious girl who showed up danced a bit and left without saying a word to anyone. I'd seen her at a few of my shows, have no clue who she is, but even at my smallest shows, I'd seen her there. Have no clue, don't care. Glad she's there, occasionally.
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