Pierre Maison. Pedro Casa. Banjodor y guitarrista.

Punk-folk. All sorts of folk. Fingerpicking. Banjo. Songs about traveling to see people and also about Pennsylvania. Based out of Rochester, NY. Plays string music as part of The Roc-City Ramblers (can you believe that name wasn't already taken? Me either.) Loves the North Country (Northern Upstate), the Appalachians and the West (Intermountain and Pacific...

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me to me, during a depressive fit

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song for

 the weather

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inspirobot is embiggening the language

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with all the isolation and stuff I’ve been shushing many of my old songs because they come from an incredibly warm and joyous place that I’m totally not in, and in not wanting to make and share anything super-depressive either, and I was thinking about some stuff and somehow this song came back and it describes so much. All the stuff about writing music as self-therapy that I rarely (not never) believed was true personally but anyway this recording came out incredibly uplifting and it builds in a way that feels honest and helpful in this moment, (though the droney minor key banjo stuff I do lately is fun too and honestly is in its own space away from the worst of the low feelings.)

This is about coping and not always doing it right but learning from the experience.

Living in the past when the present is too near Your vices are devices for getting through the year Worn by the present, regarding the future with fear Your vices are devices for getting through the year Torn in two or start anew, well either way there's a rift The present tells you some things, though it's through the past you'll sift And though it gets difficult, being stuck in lateral drift Some things may cease to be givens, but even they can be gifts The innocence of the conversation chanced to strike a nerve I hope you can forget it though that's not what I deserve 'Cause I need to poke and prod at it, and see what I can learn 'Cause I can't tell you anything until I know for sure Living in the past when the present is too near Your vices are devices for getting through the year Worn by the present, regarding the future with fear Your vices are devices for getting through the year

(just listened to ep. 10 of I Only Listen to the Mountain Goats and maybe that also primed me to talk about myself)

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[ya-wn]

please for the love of god turn ur sound on

[bodecats]

east coast people being gentle with cats is what i live for

[missmccracken]

THAT’S A GOOD CAT RIGHT THERE

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This guy is basically Bubbles with a different voice

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a sequel to ‘Not in Front of My Salad’ in which our performers get their SafeSERV certification and have to wear fishnet suits in the kitchen

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Songs from a Black Winter, by Wicker Fool

6 track album

new recordings. due to new issues with the recording function on my four-track I reworked/cut some parts and recorded it on a boombox, tMG style. It’s was gonna be a full album called Black Winter yet here it is, as I could make it.

mostly instrumental, mostly in C(minor)

it’s been a weird and lonely winter. even looking forward to working again, soon

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hmmm

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hammmm...

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started therapy this month and now I have a job interview tomorrow after being six months out of work aaaaaaaaa

I’m super anxious in public (hence the therapy) but fuck it, sink or swim. It’s easier when you have a task to focus on and we need the money (to get a car and hopefully get out of this town in a few months)

of course this is when I’m about finished writing that album, not last month when I had ~too much time~ on my hands. expect that to be out by spring anyway. it’s about winter.

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TOMORROW!

#designlab #northadams #massachusetts #show #adrianaardvark

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hey I went to high school with the main guy from Schmave and he was briefly the drummer in a band I was in.

fun. fact.

missing upstate music and stuff

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took out Wolf in White Van from the library yesterday and stayed up late finishing it. Seriously considering re-reading it before I take it back Monday, which is something I never do.

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some carrie fisher tweets to brighten your day

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The saddest part of the new Stars Wars (SPOILER FREE) was when I remembered Carrie Fisher is dead :/

and the movie was good too, I’m just not emotionally invested in the franchise or whatever

[agonyandagony]

ahhhh yes, it’s that time of year, where i search my twitter account for the best charles-isms of the past 12 months, and i gotta say, they’re just getting better with time. (2016, 2015)

[mszombi]

Okay, but in Charles’s defense, I know for a fact that years and years ago (like 12-15 years ago, but I can’t remember exactly) there was a commercial for tourism or something that went “From California to the Virgin Islands”. I know this because I was also fucked up by that commercial and got humiliated as a tween because of it.

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I don’t know a thing about charles but that first tweet is pretty close to perfect (having read too much of each author)

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 pushing 30 and years into a marriage to another man, and the gayest thing I've ever done is still that interpretive dance I made up to 'I Will Survive' when I was 7

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trying to bring horrifying realities to life while also making them distant in a way, now that’s artistry

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you can’t confront the drug crisis in our society without also confronting how horrifying reality is

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This is in an art book I have and omfg i can’t stop laughing at it

“St. Nicholas Refusing His Mother’s Milk” is the title. The artist isn’t known.

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This makes the act of leaving milk out for St. Nick just a liiiiiitle bit Freudien, doesn’t it? YOU’RE ALL SICK. 

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what the actual fuck