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My old band mate Lee Noble just put together this music video with 8mm footage he shot during our last show/tour as a band, which was at an anarchist space in St. Louis in March of 2006. Ages ago!
The song is Postwar Pop which we recorded for the album ‘Meets Gruesome’- made before we split up. Lee (camera) moved to LA where he writes for Warner Bros and plays great music. Steve (green jacket) now has a house in Indianapolis but is currently teaching art to children in Honduras. Caleb (long hair; silhouetted in nearly every shot) still lives in Nashville and plays in a band, Looks Like A Snake!, with his brothers and friend Patrick.
Despite the mostly somber imagery, there are shots that bring back hilarious memories. In particular, the sequence when the vocals start - I’m chugging an energy drink in front of my old nasty van wherein can be seen the couch we used instead of an actual back seat. Touring was great with those guys.
the lyrics:
The flames drove the bats
from their tower,
they fled for to fill the trees,
to scratch, flap, and scream.
The cities died out below,
abandoned or sold.
what's lost is lost.
It's time for fountains,
It's time for monuments.
Click to viewThe song is Postwar Pop which we recorded for the album ‘Meets Gruesome’- made before we split up. Lee (camera) moved to LA where he writes for Warner Bros and plays great music. Steve (green jacket) now has a house in Indianapolis but is currently teaching art to children in Honduras. Caleb (long hair; silhouetted in nearly every shot) still lives in Nashville and plays in a band, Looks Like A Snake!, with his brothers and friend Patrick.
Despite the mostly somber imagery, there are shots that bring back hilarious memories. In particular, the sequence when the vocals start - I’m chugging an energy drink in front of my old nasty van wherein can be seen the couch we used instead of an actual back seat. Touring was great with those guys.
the lyrics:
The flames drove the bats
from their tower,
they fled for to fill the trees,
to scratch, flap, and scream.
The cities died out below,
abandoned or sold.
what's lost is lost.
It's time for fountains,
It's time for monuments.