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[ryandishen]

In this optimistic number, I vaguely reflect upon the devices I've cultivated in order to keep my bullshit at bay and/or suppressed, all the while hoping that things will kind of sort themselves out. Enjoy!

[randomnerdiness]

OOTFL 12 August By Cake by Guided by Voices

Episode 12 of Out of the Feedback Loop; a music focused podcast where a couple of aging ex-indie kids try to reconnect with the scene. This week it's our first double album special as tackle the newes

Episode 12 is up, with featured independent artist Ryan Dishen! It's a double album special this week as we get weird at a circus and Donnie tells us about that time he swapped spit with Robert Pollard.

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We were gonna wear #Ramones shirts but #hottopic was closed...

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First performance with some friends of mine in an old country project called The Brass Saddles.

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Ryan Dishen - New Windows

Been following Ryan Dishen for a couple of years now and he posted a video of a cover version of Atlantic City by Bruce Springsteen and it reminded me to check out his latest album, which is great :-)

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Later that night in Tulsa... I became a flamengo. Undercurrent Lounge.

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Watch Ryan Dishen on Guitar Center Singer Songwriter 3 With Don Was

I'v entered some songs from my youtube page into this songwriter contest for fun. Please check out the page and watch a video if you have a minute... it's primarily a popularity contest so I'm unlikely to stand a chance unless some kind "followers" wish to help out by watching and sharing :)

[ryandishen]

(New Orleans, 2013) 

In the land of voodoo, with fire in my icy blue eyes

I dig the rhythm, the static pulse of southern bugs

and buzzing people dancing throughout the New Orleans' streets.

There are those laying low in the comfort of a classic jazz club,

or a cafe with the feel of a home, but not the kind you simply live in,

but rather one where you belong.

I'm swimming in the thickness, my body attempts to drown itself in this

environment.

I swallow nails, whiskey, local bars call me by name and my stomach

lacks protein

I fill it with filth, strum on my guitar with desperation and collect crumbs

and generous offerings of kind words sent my way.

My soul stays guarded and I keep it on a leash but expose it to the crowd.

Can I really be just an exhibit, a zoo animal, a carnivourous beast

thirsty for love and warmth in my surroundings?

Kerouac so cooly watches over me with such a knowing smirk

and I admire his ability to let it all go and not give a shit.

I fear elegance is dead.

We now suffocate in the shallow mainstream.

I need a book and a place to hide.

I need life. I need music.

-Ryan Dishen