March 12, 2017 at Pomoro in Tucson, AZ

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@brokenfieldrunner
March 12, 2017 at Pomoro in Tucson, AZ
We might be announcing something next week. 🙉🙊🙈
We’ve been trying to do music “for real” for more than a decade. Through all of the many bands and the hundreds of pleading emails begging for shows, one of few who supported us regardless of hype was Tim Avery. Over the years there have been many talks over beer or Irish whiskey about writing and music, and during one of those conversations Tim told Jo Jo and I that he was extremely proud of the lyrics he wrote for The Kitchen Sinks that became the song “I Won’t Walk Your Dead Avenues.”
When we found out that Tim was diagnosed with cancer and that the opportunity to provide a song for a compilation album to benefit him was on the table, we knew that “Dead Avenues” was the song we needed to record. Little did we realize that doing so would afford us the opportunity to appear alongside Rocky Votolato, Cayetana, Signals Midwest, Timeshares, and so many others. • • • • • • Please listen to this record, download it, and give as much as you can. These songs may or may not be worth your time, but Tim is worth every penny. Our song is #9 and in very good company.
Active shooter at the shopping mall 40 shopping days 'til you know who arrives Read the headline And hear yourself say out loud "Now you have something too. Now you have something too. Now you have something to cry about." Active shooter at the shopping mall 40 shopping days 'tip you know who arrives Smell the gunpowder And push your way outside Now you have something too. Now you have something too. Now you have something to Keep you up at night.
Trouble With Boys
One October night I was sitting on my porch with Dave Bazan and a few close friends drinking wine and cheering up a friend who was in deep despair over his personal life. This didn’t look very fancy. We drank, we made deeply inappropriate jokes, we cooked dinner.
Dave pulled out his phone at one point later in the evening and asked if he could show us something. It was a video, shot by award winning documentarian Brandon Vedder (LA Source, In Pursuit Of Silence), that was going to be used as a promo on Kickstarter for their upcoming documentary about Dave’s career and life.
Dave hasn’t appeared in a video before. But there on the porch, with eight of us gathered around a screen, I watched his daughter run in slow motion as his face looked directly into the screen, and cried as he sang over and to her as she bolted down an empty street.
Either way You are worthy of love.
It was beautiful. I wept even though it was a phone screen.
I wept because even back in the halcyon days before the results of this election, as a woman (a white, privileged woman) I have been told my value lies in my relationship to men. I am a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend. Never a human. Never allowed to sever the umbilical cord that I was taught to wrap around the wrists of the men who love me. Never pushed out the door and told to run.
Never told that just because I am, that is why I am worthy of love.
And just because I am, means I am worthy of my humanity.
I woke up on Wednesday morning empty and numb. I reached out to friends, especially friends who were LGBTQ, POC, immigrants or children of immigrants, and parents. I reached out and didn’t say much. We just wept. Not because of something beautiful, but because we had just been told by a wide margin that we were not worthy. That because we are, we are less.
Dave woke up that morning, unclear how he would explain to his own daughter and son about what had just happened in our democratic republic, and realized he needed to put that video out out now.
Because art speaks. Art is important. Art is personal, and it is binding. It is for when words fail. It is for when we fall down and need to crawl with our elbows through the mud toward a shrouded destination because we cannot stand.
He called me and told me he didn’t want to sell records from this or raise money for the film. He wanted this to be what it was – art that meant something different a month ago, and suddenly shifted overnight to take on a new purpose. Because that’s what art does when we allow it to speak – it moves and changes and grows.
I watched that video again, as a woman now decisively told that my value is diminished. I watched that video as everything I am – a person, a daughter, a writer, a friend. And I wept. But it had changed. I watched Dave cry, staring down the lens like the barrel of a gun. I watched a white man tear himself open and let his daughter be a person while knowing that the world may be cruel to her because of who she is. I watched him let her run away, and give her love because she is, not because of what she is.
And I walked out the door and started my own long journey into whatever comes next – untying the cords and breaking into a run.
-Kathleen Tarrant
When they expose a human body On an excavation of my primitive home, When they dust near the specimen To perform tests on the fossilized bone, I hope they discover this record In a language no longer recognized. I hope it raises some eyebrows. I hope they raise it up to the light And it warps in the sun, Or crumbles in inquisitive hands. I hope it scatters in a stiff breeze; Pollution poisoning the lay of the land Finding its way into the ocean As plastic in the gut of a crane. I hope years form it into landscape Never to be heard from again.
Importance promised but not maintained. An audience targeted but not engaged. A sound captured and allowed to escape.
Broken Field Runner at Nancy’s Roof
broken field runner part 2 at world citizens party house April
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Albums From This Year I Really Really Liked
In alphabetical order (I hope):
Antarctigo Vespucci - Leavin’ La Vida Loca Beach Slang - The Things We Do To Find People Who Feel Like Us Broken Field Runner - Clear A Heaven So This Earth Can Breathe Courtney Barnett - Sometimes I Sit and Think, Sometimes I Just Sit Craig Finn - Faith In The Future CUTTERS - both/neither Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear Frank Turner - Positive Songs For Negative People Hamilton - Soundtrack Hop Along - Painted Shut Jeff Rosenstock - We Cool? Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp A Butterfly Laura Stevenson - Cocksure Sleater-Kinney - No Cities To Love Titus Andronicus - The Most Lamentable Tragedy The Wonder Years - No Closer To Heaven The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die - Harmlessness
Tour Diary: Broken Field Runner does Canada
Broken Field Runner is a band that I feel immense joy in talking about. Sure, there are a handful of fantastic bands to come from my local scene (see: State Champs, Drug Church), but there’s something different about Broken Field Runner. The music is soulful and passionate, and jumps back and forth between being political and existential. It’s pure punk attitude with a profound pop sensibility.
Recently, Broken Field Runner did a brief tour throughout Canada. We’re excited to bring you their tour diary from those few days in the land of Maple Syrup and fake bacon. You can read their tour diary below.
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A musical outlet for August Rosa until he dies.
Third-Life Crisis
off of “Grown Men” EP by Off House
I've got my costume on but no holiday. I've got my cannon lit but nowhere to aim. I've got my mind made up but no statement to make. I've got the main event but no one to entertain. I've got the world on my shoulders but I'm dead weight. I've got my carpet bags but no stake to claim.
If your party doesn't bump this I'm gunna dip. There's always another party, always somewhere to split.
I've had the best laid plans never bare fruit. I've had good ideas hatch into every excuse. I've got the wind on my back and the sun in my face With no coattails to ride or ambitions to tame.
To what do I owe displeasure?
It was an awesome few days with the Broken Field Runner boys in Canada, can’t wait to play more shows. And a huge thanks to the dudes in Shared Arms for having us, go check them out seriously! #brokenfieldrunner #sharedarms
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U&U Review:: Broken Field Runner- Clear a Heaven So This Earth Can Breathe
by Amber Bettis
Album: Clear a Heaven So This Earth Can Breathe Artist: Broken Field Runner Release Date: July 24, 2015
Tony Bucci is an artist, in the Da Vinci sense of the word. He has crafted an album that has the perfect balance between social commentary and personal problems, full band works and acoustic slow-burners. The album teeters back and forth between the two, with Bucci’s lyrics weaving a complex narrative throughout. Musicians, both legends and unknowns, should grab a pen and take note.
The album is a how-to guide on Writing a Solid Record, and the lyrics play no small part in that. From frustration with writer’s block to the “calendar pages falling off montage” of addiction, Bucci is a true craftsman, and Clear a Heaven So This Earth Can Breathe is him practically handing out free lessons. It’s a conversation starter, for sure, with topics ranging from losing a loved one, reconciling faith, all the way to addiction. Bucci seems to be singing of his own faults and pointing out others’ faults in the process. The complex, intricate lyrics are the centerpiece of the record, giving a life to the record that the music alone could not have accomplished. Songs like “Peace Offerings” will shake the very foundations of the venues it’s played at, by the force of its lyrics alone. “Black Irish” is one of two stand outs on the album, and it is a masterpiece. The lyrics and the music go together perfectly, the lyrics speaking of family and the unknown, and the music seeming to echo the feeling. “Wrong”, the second stand out (and the closer), goes deep, deep into addiction. It has the same feel to it that “A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not” from Bright Eyes does. It doesn’t speak of battling addiction, not really. It’s just a window into the monotony of using. While Conor Oberst was content to continue using in “A Line”, Tony Bucci seems to fight at the end of “Wrong”, with the lines “You can’t get clean when you shit where you eat, and life’s a theme party if you honestly believe you can’t have a problem in your early twenties. Well, your twenties came and went”.
This is a solid debut for Bucci & Co., and if this is the beginning for the band, I cannot wait to hear where they go from here. Pick up Clear a Heaven So This Earth Can Breathe and follow the band on Facebook and Twitter!
An extremely generously worded review.