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Blue Above The Green Music Video - The Peeps

The Peeps

Robin Levielle

I met Robin Levielle (pronounce it with a French accent) through my friend Jorge who did India, Seattle’s album art and also directed the video for the Closer. We did the 16mm live in studio shoot that still has some video's coming. Robin is ‘the shit’ as I like to say. I really like Robin and really like the way he works and really like him as a dude. He is super chill but also is very good at what he does. It's awesome to be able to trust someone so much also. He really made this video awesome in everyway and it’s so nice to do small shoots, and turn a project around pretty quick. Robin was so agreeable but has a defined aesthetic that I really like Check out Robin’s Stuff here.

Devin Landis

Devin is one of my best friends and I didn’t think of him at first for this video, but when he crossed my mind I thought he would be perfect. He is totally the character that fits this video and he looks good. More than looking good though, Devin is the nicest flirt you’ll ever meet and he thinks falling love is fun.

Alycia Chan

A mailbuddy of mine. Alycia Chan is a friend of mine through Malibu a Younglife Club and also I would say is a good flirt also. I thought Alycia has a great smile and I think she has fun easily and I really thought her personality fits this character. Although her and Devin had never met, I thought they would be a good fit together.

Alissa Swank

Probably my favourite person on the shoot. She’s all about the feathers and probably inspired that, and some of the 80’s aesthetic and is an all around super help, from spotting to stylist to someone who kisses me.

Larry

Larry drove his boat and told me I didn’t have to fill his mustang up with gas afterward

!earshot college radio

#8 on the National Canadian College radio folk charts. It's like I finished the race at the elementary school track meet and got a ribbon. And I have a smile on my face.

The business of music often seems so fragmented, sometimes I get 10 emails a day from some new company offering cheap vinyl printing, the next big streaming service signup, or the big break showcase (if I submit a $40 festival application). There are awards, some which are legit, some which are half legit and some which are good for one tweet that 'I am a winner at art' just disappears into the Internet. I told some of my new friends that are working on my new album that I love music because ultimately the art and the business are about people. And I believe this to be true. But in the same breath, it feels important to me to be validated as an artist, and though I believe I have a healthy outlook, some nods, awards, reviews and charts do honestly make me feel validated. And I don't think it is entirely about me. It is about the hope that someone is listening, and not listening to commerce or profile or coolness, but to art, truth and expression. Ultimately I believe this is the heart of it.

#Earshot #folk #charts #India #Seattle

The Making of India, Seattle (1/3)

I thought I would throw down some thoughts about the making of and recording of my new record. So here it is in three parts

I don’t think personal records are the most immediate, maybe it’s that they’re too specific. And mine is specific. It’s specific about places, moments and snapshots in my mind. It’s specific to people.

I made this record, I called it India, Seattle.

I wrote it one northwest winter, recorded it the next and many winters later, it will still be here reminding me.

I have had a lot of trouble really articulating what this album is about, other than the abstract monologue that I wrote for the East Shore West Shore video. It is specific, but I think it is also universal. It’s about hope, heartache, heartbreak and than hope again. I could probably talk about the sonic qualities of this record, about the technical details of why the chorus of the song ‘Julia’ sounds so cool, or about the vibey, verbed out vocals on ‘Thought About July’ or what I did differently the third time I recorded East Shore West Shore and got it right. But to me, the actual songs themselves are what are most important on this record.

I love them. And I hate them.

I spent a lot of time thinking, and wondering when writing and recording this record. I also spent a lot of sleepless nights because my life and this record were so intertwined. These songs are things that I love so much because they are true, but also I hate them because some of them hurt actually.

These are some of my favourite records though, ones that have some weight to them. Where you can just feel it when you listen. There is something that is incarnate in the sound, where you know that it is more than just a jumble of sound, or more than some technical people hitting drums and pressing buttons and using electricity to record some sounds and put them together. I think there is love and life and loss in this record and those are things that are specific to all of us, but also things that we can all hold universally as well.

Kasey Lum shooting 16mm for East Shore West Shore live @ The Warehouse. Check it on @vimeo @brianvanwyk #arriflex #16mm #film

#arriflex #film #16mm

The Closer

The Story

In Alberta, on the plains north of Calgary, the winters are long and cold they bite with big white teeth. These rural, simple and hardworking people sit patiently by their fires and wait for summer, a summer that is always short and hot.

When I was 6, I would jump into the backseat of my dad's pickup truck as he would drive my brother, Jamie, all over the country to his baseball games. I loved baseball. I loved baseball almost as much as them. I would stand beside my friend Ryan and we would watch the game and watch our brothers and look through the chain link fence with our young keen eyes. We saw the balls, the strikes, the out's and the coach's walk to mound; but what we waited for was the foul balls.

If a foul ball flew over the fence, Ryan and I would sprint like outfielders to track it down in a race that was always even because we both got our fair share of foul balls as far as I can remember. With the ball in one of our gloves, we would saunter over to a little white shack that always needed a paint job and the old Mrs. Claus looking lady at the concession stand would hold out her big soft hand and we place the ball into it like we were at a carnival. With her other hand she handed us a quarter. We would hand it straight back to her for 2 licorice's and chew them all the way back to the chain link fence. I loved baseball.

My dad also loved baseball. He would be the guy that sat on the bleachers holding one of those baseball scorebooks, the one with the coils all down one side and with a thousand little baseball diamond pictures inside where he would translate the game into this picture language. He must be really good at remember pictures because he would keep the score in this book game after game, and there were lots of them, and now at 67 years old he still remembers all these plays in the baseball game. My brother hit a triple down the right field line to drive in 3 with the bases loaded in Oyen to win a Provincial game. Another time, with runners on first and second Jamie caught a line drive, stepped on second and overthrew the neighbor kid (Shawn Gorr) at first only to cover the bag and get all 3 outs by himself.

My dad remembers this.

I wrote a song called The Closer. It's a story about a pitcher in a small town, a lot like the one I grew up in, who is pitching a perfect game into the 9th inning. But his mom runs onto the mound and tells him that he needs to leave the game because his dad has had a farming accident. So the coach brings in the closer with a 2-0 lead in the 9th inning. He gives up a walk. Then a single. Then a home-run. They lose the game 3-2 in the 9th.

I think that sometimes we think that these small moments in small towns don't matter, but the truth is that they do.

The baseball diamonds, and the hockey rinks and the community centers are the theaters where life takes place for these people. They are the stages that hold the metaphors for the joys and the tragedy's of simple life. Everybody comes in the heat of a short summer and sits there, cheering and groaning and feeling joy and heartbreak together. And they all love baseball.

Credits

Created by: Mike Edel, Jorge R. Canedo Estrada, Henrique Barone, Thanat Sattavorn, Cesar Martinez, Breno Licursi

Produced with the support of TELUS & Public Records

Get 'The Closer' on iTunes: tinyurl.com/kr8sb7d Get 'The Closer' + Mike Edel's entire discography on Noisetrade: tinyurl.com/myrza9r

East Shore West Shore

clip-her-to-him postcards on a rainy monday.

alissa lives in seattle. mike lives in victoria. help us clip-her-to-him.

2015

2015, it's here

The Music Video for 'The Closer' is out today! It's on YouTube and Vimeo, the link is in my profile. It was really great collaborating with @henriquebarone @brnemo #colinstewart #jobybaker @jordanc87 #jorge #cesar @armmotion @bri_annalee @japhyrider is a story that I am proud of and that I am glad to tell.

#jobybaker #cesar #jorge #colinstewart

Mike Edel's The Closer

Created by: Mike Edel, Jorge R. Canedo Estrada, Henrique Barone, Thanat Sattavorn, Cesar Martinez, Breno Licursi Funded by: Public Records and Telus

Get 'The Closer' on iTunes: tinyurl.com/kr8sb7d Get 'The Closer' + Mike Edel's entire discography on Noisetrade: tinyurl.com/myrza9r

In Alberta, on the plains north of Calgary, the winters are long and cold they bite with big white teeth. These rural, simple and hardworking people sit patiently by their fires and wait for summer, a summer that is always short and hot.

When I was 6, I would jump into the backseat of my dad's pickup truck as he would drive my brother, Jamie, all over the country to his baseball games. I loved baseball. I loved baseball almost as much as them. I would stand beside my friend Ryan and we would watch the game and watch our brothers and look through the chain link fence with our young keen eyes. We saw the balls, the strikes, the out's and the coach's walk to mound; but what we waited for was the foul balls.

If a foul ball flew over the fence, Ryan and I would sprint like outfielders to track it down in a race that was always even because we both got our fair share of foul balls as far as I can remember. With the ball in one of our gloves, we would saunter over to a little white shack that always needed a paint job and the old Mrs. Claus looking lady at the concession stand would hold out her big soft hand and we place the ball into it like we were at a carnival. With her other hand she handed us a quarter. We would hand it straight back to her for 2 licorice's and chew them all the way back to the chain link fence. I loved baseball.

My dad also loved baseball. He would be the guy that sat on the bleachers holding one of those baseball scorebooks, the one with the coils all down one side and with a thousand little baseball diamond pictures inside where he would translate the game into this picture language. He must be really good at remember pictures because he would keep the score in this book game after game, and there were lots of them, and now at 67 years old he still remembers all these plays in the baseball game. My brother hit a triple down the right field line to drive in 3 with the bases loaded in Oyen to win a Provincial game. Another time, with runners on first and second Jamie caught a line drive, stepped on second and overthrew the neighbor kid (Shawn Gorr) at first only to cover the bag and get all 3 outs by himself.

My dad remembers this.

I wrote a song called The Closer. It's a story about a pitcher in a small town, a lot like the one I grew up in, who is pitching a perfect game into the 9th inning. But his mom runs onto the mound and tells him that he needs to leave the game because his dad has had a farming accident. So the coach brings in the closer with a 2-0 lead in the 9th inning. He gives up a walk. Then a single. Then a home-run. They lose the game 3-2 in the 9th.

I think that sometimes we think that these small moments in small towns don't matter, but the truth is that they do.

The baseball diamonds, and the hockey rinks and the community centers are the theaters where life takes place for these people. They are the stages that hold the metaphors for the joys and the tragedy's of simple life. Everybody comes in the heat of a short summer and sits there, cheering and groaning and feeling joy and heartbreak together. And they all love baseball.

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#baseball

My new song "The Closer" + my entire discography is available on Noisetrade this week for a tip or for free. I am giving 100% of the proceeds from this download to Boyle Heights Younglife to run their program in the upcoming year. They will use this money to go to a L.A. Dodgers game and eat overpriced hot Hot Dogs, to drive a van with 15 people in it to a gas station where they will put gas in it, they will use it to go to Taco Tuesday's at the taqueria down the street, and they are going to go rent bowling shoes and throw bowling balls in a bowling alley together. Our Goal is $1000. I met this group of 5 college-age leaders and 10 kids at a place called Woodleaf Younglife Camp in Northern California this summer. They were all wearing Dodgers hats and sitting under tree and I instantly felt that they were one of the warmest groups of Dodgers fans I had ever met. I learned that Boyle Heights is not an easy neighborhood to live in, it's east LA after all. Wil. i. am. grew up there, and so did Toronto Blue Jays pitcher Ricky Romero, it's a place where it's not easy to be a kid, it's the home of Roosevelt High School, the second largest high school in the U.S.A. I could tell my Boyle Heights crew (Bailey, Greg, Ethan, Charlie, Chantelle, Ashley, Victor, Victor's sister, Yudi, Ari, Brian, Nestor, Jesus, Steven & Ilvia) was living life together, and trying to live it well. And I want to help them and I want to be a part of it. @woodleaftowne @ylgreaterla @heybails08 @edubois21 @queen_esli @gregsandman @flatxbush @mokey_official @nene__doee

When I was 6 I used to go to my brothers baseball games and run after all the foul balls. This is my brother, #9 on the right, and his team after winning one if those games. My song The Closer is on iTunes today! Go get it if you like:) ⚾️ I found this picture when I was digging around my parents house, looking for photos for their 40th anniversary slideshow. I had been telling these story's of my brothers baseball games and of my dad sitting on the bleachers keeping score and of me trading foul balls for licorice, and this is almost exactly how I remembered it; Nick Wiens' glasses and all.

#9

I am excited to share this new song, about baseball, called The Closer.

In Alberta, on the plains north of Calgary, the winters are long and cold they bite with big white teeth. These rural, simple and hardworking people sit patiently by their fires and wait for summer, a summer that is always short and hot.

When I was 6, I would jump into the backseat of my dad’s pickup truck as he would drive my brother, Jamie, all over the country to his baseball games. I loved baseball. I loved baseball almost as much as them. I would stand beside my friend Ryan and we would watch the game and watch our brothers and look through the chain link fence with our young keen eyes. We saw the balls, the strikes, the out’s and the coach’s walk to mound; but what we waited for was the foul balls.

If a foul ball flew over the fence, Ryan and I would sprint like outfielders to track it down in a race that was always even because we both got our fair share of foul balls as far as I can remember. With the ball in one of our gloves, we would saunter over to a little white shack that always needed a paint job and the old Mrs. Claus looking lady at the concession stand would hold out her big soft hand and we place the ball into it like we were at a carnival. With her other hand she handed us a quarter. We would hand it straight back to her for 2 licorice’s and chew them all the way back to the chain link fence. I loved baseball.

My dad also loved baseball. He would be the guy that sat on the bleachers holding one of those baseball scorebooks, the one with the coils all down one side and with a thousand little baseball diamond pictures inside where he would translate the game into this picture language. He must be really good at remember pictures because he would keep the score in this book game after game, and there were lots of them, and now at 67 years old he still remembers all these plays in the baseball game. My brother hit a triple down the right field line to drive in 3 with the bases loaded in Oyen to win a Provincial game. Another time, with runners on first and second Jamie caught a line drive, stepped on second and overthrew the neighbor kid (Shawn Gorr) at first only to cover the bag and get all 3 outs by himself.

My dad remembers this.

I wrote a song called The Closer. It’s a story about a pitcher in a small town, a lot like the one I grew up in, who is pitching a perfect game into the 9th inning. But his mom runs onto the mound and tells him that he needs to leave the game because his dad has had a farming accident. So the coach brings in the closer with a 2-0 lead in the 9th inning. He gives up a walk. Then a single. Then a home-run. They lose the game 3-2 in the 9th.

I think that sometimes we think that these small moments in small towns don’t matter, but the truth is that they do.

The baseball diamonds, and the hockey rinks and the community centers are the theaters where life takes place for these people. They are the stages that hold the metaphors for the joys and the tragedy’s of simple life. Everybody comes in the heat of a short summer and sits there, cheering and groaning and feeling joy and heartbreak together. And they all love baseball.

Mike

#Baseball #music #folk #canada #cbc

Tomorrow "The Closer" is released. I am very proud of this song as a story. It's about baseball, but further than that it's about tragedy, about my hometown and about all the little moments that make up our lives. My friend @japhyrider helped me finish this song. @bri_annalee collabed with @henriquebarone and some other cats on this design and I recorded the song in Victoria.

I learned so much collaborating on this music video for a song of mine called "The Closer."

It's about baseball. I have lots of baseball memories. Baseball is an adult game but to me it's mostly a kid game, like in sandlot. When I was at the farm about a month ago helping Larry with seeding, I found an old team photo, we were probably about 12 I think.

My brother was the assistant coach, and big Mitch Price was the Head Coach. He looked like he was going to yell at the umpire after every pitch but in reality, and in practice, h was as tame as a kitten. His daughter was the only girl on the team. Chelsea Price, she was really good. There was the time our left fielder, Brian Sawchuck, got hit in the face with an overthrow at first while he was sitting in the dugout, it's probably the most blood I had ever seen up until that point in my life. My friend Kyle played first base and traipsed around like the game was a carnival most of the time. And I liked that. We turned a triple play together one time in this little God-forsaken town called Langdon. You drive all the way across the #1 Highway and the first thing you see in the town is the baseball diamonds. There wasn't really anybody there watching but I snagged a line drive at shortstop, stepped on second and threw it over to Kyle at first base. That was one of my favorite baseball memories. There are a lot in fact.

I like baseball because it's a team game. It's a game where one person can win it for your team, and the same person could lose it. But it always feels like you win together and you lose together.

These new friends of mine that helped create this video, they really reminded me of what working in a team is like. I appreciate that. I think we really got that part of baseball down. We are going to release the video in a few weeks and here is a little taste of what we have been working on.

#baseball #toronto #blue #jays #animation #bluejays #music #canada

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