hashtagturboswag asked:

So we used to be friends on OMGPOP until they shut down the site, but today I just remembered you and how great your music was so I had to look you up and I'm so glad I did because you're so talented and beyond amazing. You also told me you'd come to a coffee shop in Los Angeles and I could get a signed cd haha I don't expect you to remember that but please do come. I'd love to meet you I'm a huge fan :) Keep it up!

This made me smile :)

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Calista Garcia (Austin Java Open Mic) Week 4

   Let’s travel back to a time to when you were 13. A time when all security was abandoned. When what you loved as a child became so embarrassing that you would be willing to murder Barney himself just to save face at the cool table. A time when Proactive commercials actually meant something. 

   I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to go back there. The only thing that’s there for me is a conscious full of insecurity and a face that was so ugly that I would literally skip class just to not be seen. But I think it’s safe to say that, at one point or another, we all felt hideous, inadequate and greasy. 

   Try imagining what it would be like to get on stage and perform at that fragile awkward state. Now imagine not pissing your pants and actually being a bad-ass singer that knows your way around the guitar. Imagine killing it and everyone’s jaws dropping at your sheer talent. Imagine not being a little shit. You would be last week’s performer, Calista Garcia.

   Her parents told me that she was just a 13 yr old girl from DC, but I know she’s an extra-terrestrial sent here to remind us that our generation is done for. Our children are evolving at an alarming rate; one day they’re singing like angels, and the next day they’re running for office chanting “kill the old worthless people”. And you know what? After witnessing Calista’s performance last week, I’d gladly be the first one to step in the slaughtering line. If you’re over the age of 18, you should just give up on everything you were doing, cause it’s already time to usher in the next generation. Pretty soon, mastery of the arts will come standard with every newborn child. All you’ll need are triplets and you’ve got yourself the next blink 182 right out of the womb; except with less immaturity and more chess mastery. 

   I remember feeling relevant once, but after witnessing the talents of such young performers like Calista, I am publicly retiring all ambition that I might’ve once had and replacing it with desperate attempts for pity. 

   So on that note, please come to the open mic tonight? The doors open at 7 and the show starts at 8. And if you can’t make it, can I hide out at your place for when the babies take over with their laser beam eyes and disturbingly comfortable dexterity with smartphones?


Daniel (the old, worthless fart that will forever be in your debt oh wise baby of zion)

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Dead In Gucci (Austin Java Open Mic) Week 3

   Have you ever met a couple so sweet that it made you wish you were their grandpa? Yeah, me neither; that’d be weird. But one of last weeks performers were almost at that level of cute. Dead In Gucci is one artistic couple that will have you feeling the cute vibes for days.

   The group is made up of two components, Jesse Mandell-McClinton on the crafty keys and Erica Stivison delivering the lovely vocals. The two bring a fun and loving attitude that’s pretty much impossible to not be entranced by. The wildy talented and gentlemanly Keyboardist, Jesse Mandell-McClinton, (yes I said gentlemanly) has an apparent love for ragtime that really shows through in his song writing. The combination of ragtime piano and pop melodies makes for a tantalizingly dynamic set that’s sure to make you move. The charmingly soft vocals; however, brought to you by the lovely Erica Stivison really puts the cherry on top of this tasty duet. The two melodies combined make for an unstoppably re-memorable force.

   If you happen to see Dead In Gucci playing anywhere near you and you’re down for a good time, I definitely suggest checking them out!

   And be sure to stop by tonight at the Austin Java Coffee House (12th and Lamar) for another wild card roster of open mic musicians! You’re gonna love the way you look, I guarantee it.

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Mount Ivy (Austin Java Open Mic) Week 2


   You know the saying; “if a tree falls and no one’s around, does it still make a sound”? Well I have another version that I think is more fitting for one of last week’s performers. If an artist plays a song when no one’s around to hear it, do they still have something to say? The answer, as you can hopefully imagine, is a resounding YES. And Broderick Adams of Mount Ivy proves that not only can an artist have something to say, but that what they have to say can be so cleverly catchy and chillingly elegant that it makes you wish the whole world could hear… Unfortunately for this song bird, though, only four people were in attendance at my world famous open mic during his performance. So that being said, I’ll do my best to fill you in on what took place last week.

   I’ll start with the band members. Not because I have a particular list that I plan on getting around to in this “article”, but mainly because it’s the easiest to not screw up. There’s only one member, Broderick Adams….wow, that was so easy, I think I might just finish on this as well.

   Broderick Adams is a quiet soul on stage, but when he opens to sing, you get the idea that what he may lack in words, he makes up for in beautiful artistic observations and intuition. Keeping his performance light and friendly, you could really get a feel for how accessible he is as an artist and as a person. I found myself humming bits and pieces of his song long after I had heard it to which I can only think to attribute to some sort of musical witch-craft or wizardry, either way, his single song performance was certainly enchanting.

   Broderick was not only the first performer of last weeks open mic; however, nor is he just someone with a beautiful talent and knack for making great music, he’s also a very good friend of mine and I couldn’t have been more thrilled to watch him perform..

   With that in mind, It may be easy for you to assume that I’m writing about his performance simply because he’s a friend of mine. For all you know, he’s buying me dinner and movie for this. But before you go assuming things and before Broderick and I get into something neither one of us is emotionally stable enough for, lets talk about the facts. Broderick had a great performance and I really wish more people could’ve witnessed his unique brand of music. He’s been writing and producing music professionally for about two years now, and last week marked his first official performance as “Mount Ivy”. Which, to me, is noteworthy and special

   Now, I’ll admit, I’m not EXACTLY sure how long he’s ACTUALLY been writing and producing for other artist, but do you really think I’m going to exert the energy necessary to walk into the next room and ask him? Go listen to NPR if you accuracy in your news. I’m a truth teller and truth tellers don’t worry about accuracy and facts. We worry about emotions and getting caught up in that sweet, sweet conjecture.

   And to tell you the truth; my good friend, Mount Ivy, killed it last week along with all the other fantastic performers. If I learned anything about the show, it’s that not everyone is going to hear every beautiful song from any given talent at these open mics, but the only one missing out are the people not listening. Trees do make a sound when they fall and maybe this week you’ll join me in the mess.

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The Traveling Fingers (Austin Java Open Mic) Week 1


Last week marked my first night of hosting the open mic at Austin Java here in the live music capital of the world. Exciting, Right? With so many music groups in the area, you’d expect to have an army of bands abandoning their weed dens at the very hint of an open mic…right?

Wrong! My poor marketing skills have proved just how ineffective not getting the word out can be on any event. Who knew?

Luckily; however, one band did show up last week and it’s my personal pleasure to tell you about them. 

The band: The Traveling Fingers. Their motto: “Because We Get Around”

As their name and motto suggest, The Traveling Fingers is a group of fun loving guys that get their kicks by simply having a good time on stage and interacting with the crowd in an almost too relaxed, but ultimately endearing way. Their stage presence seems to be vaguely inspired by the legends of old yet playfully crafted into their own special brand of musical energy and care-free portrayal to make for an entertaining spectacle to see. 

I didn’t get all the names of all the members, because not only am I a bad open mic host, but I’m an even worse reporter. I do; however, know the names of 2 out of 3 members in the band. Jake Webber on lead guitar/vocals, Aydin Sabala on banjo/backup vocals and their, currently nameless, friend on keyboard (im so sorry).

As you can probably imagine, or maybe you can’t, I can’t tell because I’m not sensitive to my audience and would rather you just be able to imagine the same thing I do when I hear a band has guitar, banjo and piano. Which is; rocky mountain harmonies. There are lots of these home-down harmonies and they work beautifully with the band’s music and energy. They were like old gold miners up there on stage; except, without the beards, false teeth and the regret of selling everything they had and leaving their families to dig for rocks in subzero temperatures.

So with that being said, if you happen to come across a flyer with The Traveling Fingers on it; which, you probably will because “they get around”. I’d encourage you to check them out and talk to them afterwards. They’re as silly off stage as they are on stage and it couldn’t be more endearing.


I’m gonna have to remind myself to learn the keyboardist name because he was very talented and is definitely worth mentioning, but hey 2 out of 3 is pretty decent, if you ask me. If I could be 2 out of 3 for everything in my life, I’d be doing pretty well…I think meatloaf or someone had a song about that, but alas, not only am I bad reporter, but I’m also too lazy of a writer to simply open a new tab and look up the lyrics I’m vaguely referencing.