With TINFANG “Forgive me, I’m stoned,” chuckles the charming Bryce Wayt of LA’s brand spankin’ new rock band Tinfang. Who says rock & roll is dead? Not these guys, who clutched the stage of Harvard and Stone with all their might. In one swooping note, they transfixed the crowd with an explosion of songs that […]

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In ’94

Everything was better in ’94 dusty cars flannels a semi-decent or at least mildly interesting president cigarettes doc martins peace signs NO CELL PHONES counting crows on the tape deck her blonde hair and that stretch-beyond-the-horizon ocean laugh it was sapphire blue then emerald glitter started floating around us and I held my breath until […]

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Little river of your cocaine past crooked trees with its cold branches hiding the moonlight of the infinite clouds and conversation and that “I never walk and talk with friends” comment scuffing shoes on muddy sidewalks hoping it stains so you have something to remember me by you remembered you wrote songs about california before […]

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I’m clueless and sure to bludgeon more Ming dynasty priceless china shops with my reckless hooves… I somehow asked for this I pissed off someone in a past life and now there’s no one around to take my sorrows and loneliness away from me I still want heaven…I still have it, but like a movie […]

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Upon a red balloon I ponder love and loss go far away to places that glow with pride I don’t only get dreamy at nightfall, my darling the days too are filled with fantasies and long-awaited whispers by candlelight come to my ocean for flight my arms grow into pelagic birds that lift me higher […]

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She sat down beneath the forest and as the symphony grew louderthere were memories from long agoflooding into a smokey room of sage a blanknessblack towers and crackling of crowscrows she once knewbefore she started to rememberbefore she started to rememberthe lightpensive lines with delicate handsthat grabbed onto whiskey for comfortduring solemn nightscarefully cut out crafted windows […]

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