- January 29th, 2015
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By: Tommy Jordan of Urban Fantasy
I took almost a full year off to become a better person. I realize that’s a pretentious sentence. But you see, previously a lot of the music I made was fueled by anger, revenge, heartbreak and of course the egotistical streak of anyone who is brave enough to venture on stage and proceed to rip your chest open until the crowd can see the palpitations of your heart beat. I’d spent most of my life writing a large cannon of spiteful male odes to heartbreak, and just kept getting myself into situations that only provided ample ammunition to that cannon. The rest of the time from essentially middle school to my early twenties, I made my name as a battle rapper, choosing random monikers and hopping on stage to spew more of my teenage angst that trickled into my adulthood. I’m not saying that period was this dark phase full of self pity, war, and reckless abandon, but rap wasn’t exactly the easiest form of art to promote and advertise yourself. So without getting into the nitty gritty, dropping names, or really exploiting some of the events for the sake of internet hits, that’s what happened.
Anyone who knows me, knows that in all things, especially art, I’m constantly on my grind. I always maintain a decent sized fire with several irons heating up in it, in the hopes that one of those irons will lead me to a moment of breakthrough monetary success, so I don’t have to be in my mid-thirties trying to explain why I’ve never sought higher paying jobs, and have no real education. It’s all a gamble. Sometimes it seems like I have a gambling problem. My greatest singular success to date is a song called “Ella Fitzgerald” which is a three part male ode to breakups. It’s achieved some radio play from reputable college radio stations in the Pacific Northwest, and features Chad Fox of Keaton Collective, The Variations, and Chrome Lakes fame. While this is something I can brag about in the food service industry as I was dishes and prepare food for for the upperclass, it’s not exactly something I can write home about. Taking that year off gave me some time to not be on my grind. To really write and write and write, then trash most of it. Time to remember that it isn’t polite to always say the most snide thing one can say in any situation. Time to realize that thinking everyone is judging you constantly is actually the biggest act of judgement of all. Time to go to town with my family’s cow and return only with three magic beans. These magic beans grew up in a cloud, in that cloud I killed a giant with an icicle from Michigan, then I stole some type of poultry that shitted out gold, and a women, and climbed back down the beanstalk holding both of them with my godlike muscles, and that is how Urban Fantasy was formed. Long story short, it was a good year off.
I met Jacob at Skylarks, where we formed a friendship under the eye of security cameras that kept that good old stench of mistrust between employer and employee thick in the air. I kept my head down while there, and tried to not hate my life, and find nice moments and the bright side in everything. I think in a way I treated my desperation and lack of speaking to be positive, as some type of penance. In the metaphor, Jacob would turn out to be the gold-shitting poultry.
In my old house I would lock myself up in my room and start making beats out of weird indie songs. I’ve never really been into the whole ‘basic chord structure strummed down while a man sings in a tenor range about cancer and alcoholism’ thing in music, but they always make quality samples. I sent all those beats to Jacob, who is a synth player, and bam, we started working on songs. My girlfriend Dani, who is a stellar vocalist, spent a lot of time at the time sitting on my bed watching The Walking Dead, and somewhere in there Jacob heard her sing some words, and bam we ended up putting Dani in the band.
Jacob took over all the instrumentation and then I was able to focus on lyrics. I started getting back on the grind after we recorded a demo, which we did post on the world wide web and got a surprising amount of attention from it. I started booking shows.
I have the booking shows process on lock down. After years and years of booking shows, I know what is and isn’t working. I know what to write, what to say. Who to try to get to play with us etc. However launching a new project with a stained reputation is more like starting at -10 as opposed to square 1. However I pushed on and like the anti hero I am, I succeeded.
First Four Shows. Lets skip the detail. Went good. Just built up. By our second show, when we started playing, there were already more people than any new band should really expect at all, and after that, we added on some more at the next shows. Our friends really supported us, in every way. We got the gratification one gets from people quoting your lyrics, and having songs stuck in their heads. I didn’t have to beg, bribe, or black mail anyone into liking us. It’s been good. Lucky, really.
We are moving on to a new era now, working with multiple producers, with me and Danielle holding it down. You can expect several music videos from us this year, all of which we will be sharing super hard on the usual networking sites, as well as a EP/LP depending on how many songs we decided to keep after studio vocals which are slated for early February.
I am straight up stoked for the opportunities we have coming our way, I’m excited about the collaboration we are hoping to do with some visual artist and videographers. The possibility of working with professional promoters and publicist. I feel like I finally found the right dress to wear to the prom and it’s making all the heads turn. Go on and look fellas, shit…take a picture, my dance card is filling up.