@andrewfurth

the voice of the revolution. inspired by good people, better music, and exceptional lifestyle experiences.

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Insignificant Hollywood.

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Grateful.

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#PresHall was established in 1961 to preserve, perpetuate, and protect traditional New Orleans Jazz. (at Preservation Hall)

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This is how the bachelor parties. (at Blue Nile)

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Reels Green is over.

Thank you for listening, dancing, drinking and thinking.

Playing music with the supremely talented, humble people I've been introduced to over the last two years has been an absolute privilege.

For a little while, at least, I'm going to enjoy just being a face in the crowd.

Keep in touch.

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From the debut Reels Green album, Mister Rice. I write and sing about things that inspire me on this record. Made it with great people. And, best of all, it's honest.

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I see power, I see pain. I don't even know its name. All I know is that these things will always be the same.

I see bloody civil war. I don't even know what for. There's all these folks in here and nobody can find the door.

Where's the door?

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Molly

She’s a bad ass b*tch with a c*garette Tight jeans, an ink vignette Pierce in her tongue, pray she die young Make an old man cry cause she think it’s fun

Chased her style down under Tuesday lights Soul day came and turned to night She kicked my ass and I want more Laughing when we hit - the floor   Look down a double barrel Cut loose and keep up Drink to bad news and making good love Her hipster hips turn into mine, tonight We’re chasing sun; run, run,run wild Evil child Evil child   Strike the midnight hour with an open hand Read between lines in her fingers, man She’s a friend of the devil may care Not fair when she call up your number late

Create new endings and different chapters Forever after you scarred See stars and a woman Make quiet plans to seal your fate and force your hand   Look down a double barrel Cut loose and keep up Drink to bad news and making good love Her hipster hips turn into mine, tonight We’re chasing sun; run, run,run wild Evil child Evil child

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Farewell show Friday - thanks for everything.

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Paying tribute to a true original - Elvis Costello.

Alison, my aim is true.

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Wrote this song about Muhammed Ali. The greatest, as well as the most ironic and inspirational story of all time. A fighter who refused to fight because of the strength of his belief.

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Ali.

flutter like a butterfly. sting like a bumble. missiles from the blind side. and you stumble.

stand tall. talk truth. and follow me.

because the greatest only good, when your hands writing history.

his name was brother Ali and he talk fast, and his feet quicker than a thunderclap. and his beat poetry an Everlast blast to your face from a storied past. 

stand tall. talk truth. and follow me.

because the greatest only good, when your hands writing history.

awake a dream. some sight unseen. one fight, believe. the greatest story ever told been told before. the greatest story ever told is told no more.

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crush.

young people music to get stoned and discover love to. sex and happiness - drugs and invincibility. innocence. growth.

and you move past it.

into a world of plastic flowers, adult conversation, and proper etiquitte. words are minced, emotion faked, truth only as often as talk is straight.

and it moves past you.

as the weight of the 9-5 leaves its footprints all over your ambition. as your inhibitions overtake any sort of dream-filled vision of what you can offer tomorrow.

except for the lucky few.

we put them up on pedestals and record stores and bookshelves. revealing themselves at the perfect time.

a long lost friend.

a window to the discovery of someone else’s immortality.

power. authenticity. a rose. your first time. all that’s pure and real and makes you feel so much.

a crush.

die tomorrow, live today. say it your own way, with action and expression - not conflict and oppression.

lest you be crushed.

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Recorded in my sophomore year dorm room haha. Still play this song every now and then.

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figured today would be an appropriate time to post the audition tape i used to score the lead singer spot in my reggae band. it's called "torn up head (four and twenty)."

happy holidays :).

coldwatermystic:

This is Andrew’s audition demo. He sent this to us while we were looking for Dan’s replacement. If anyone’s feeling the mid-week hangover, you know know what to do.

“Torn up head, but I fix it with my four and twenty.”

Happy holidays.

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Speaking of originality.

The never-before-been-conceived. A faint whim in the back of not-yet-jaded minds. A faint wind blow Chicago smoke over Kingston mines. The essence of an underground, over-land movement. Stealing roots of thought from the deepest recesses of youthful enthusiasm. Watering them.

I speak of originality. I speak of truth. I will reblog/retweet/mistreat no longer - except to give life to intellectual conversation that would otherwise continue to be buried amidst the chaos.

Be original.

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Sat in with some friends in the Boston group, "Headroom" at the House of Blues Boston last Friday. Here's our take of the Allman Brothers' "Whipping Post."