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Wednesday, July 08, 2009 

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The 2009 Paris tour is officially in the books and will go down as one of the funnest music experiences of my life! The Fête de la Musique was an absolute blast...I spent the day jamming with Rémi and hanging out with some of the coolest people I've ever met. On the 23rd, we had our show at the UFO Bar. Many of our French friends showed up, including our old friend Indie Boy, who traveled by train from outside the city to be there. It was a full house and it meant a lot to have so many great people come and support us. After playing a few duets with Hillary, I teamed up with Orouni for one of the funnest sets I've ever played! Oliver Peel, who writes for the respected European music blog Konzerttagebuch, was in attendance with his lovely wife and wrote an incredibly detailed and flattering review of the show. You can check out the English translation below. Anyhow, a big thanks to everyone who helped make the Paris tour such an amazing experience!


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Grant Olsen and Orouni at the UFO Bar


By Oliver Peel


The names of the performers in the Parisian UFO Bar are listed on a chalkboard: Grant Olsen (USA) and Orouni (FR). The Genre is folk. The top of the board reads “Salle au sous”, which means the concert is taking place in the basement. Upstairs is the bar, where a tattooed bartender pours beer to quench thirsty throats.


Orouni, the smart young Frenchman who will be performing tonight, isn’t signed to Sauvage Records yet, but has connections to them. For example, Mina Tindle provided a song on his last album, Jump Out the Window. And the exciting project the Limes consists of him, Mina Tindle, David Simonetta from Toy Flight, John Hale and Brent Ballantyne. Definitely worth it to familiarize yourself with the above mentioned artists and their music. It will make your life more beautiful.


But how did the meeting of Orouni and the young American Grant Olsen come about? That happened through a French blogger who was also here tonight. He calls himself Indie Boy and proclaims himself to be a big fan of Grant Olsen, who he considers to be an immense talent. Somehow or other (modern communication, I assume) he got him together with Orouni.


And that's how the tall as a tree Grant Olsen came to greet me in a Parisian bar. I had met this nice guy already at the Fête de la Musique and was happy to see him again. He is the type of American we Europeans love and envy: very open, easy going and talkative right from the beginning. There is no uncomfortable silence because you don't know each other, as is often the case in Europe. No, he just says "hi", "what's your name" and "where do you come from" and the ice is broken.


As if we had gone to high school together, the gigantic Grant (he's 2 meters tall!) tells me about his day. "We were in the catacombs. I had to constantly duck so I didn't hit my head," he says with a smile. He also adds, "They checked our bags before we left, because apparently people steal skulls." He seems to enjoy Paris and plans to continue his trip in Europe with his two sisters to Switzerland and Italy. Oh, I would so love to pack my bags and go with them.


Ten minutes after our chat, things get going in the basement. As a courtesy, the American guest gets to go first.  Grant starts with his acoustic guitar, which in his giant hands looks like a ukulele. He has also brought his blonde sister, Hillary, which is a great addition for the concert. Similar to Mariee Sioux and Alina Hardin, she sings the lyrics quietly and lovingly and creates a warm feeling in my stomach. Oh, this is wonderful!  I feel just like I'm at home. My wife is here, other nice people complete the group, and Grant sings emotionally like a beardless Sam "Iron and Wine" Beam. Is there anything more beautiful? I am tired and exhausted, but the music, like red wine, is ointment on my stressed big city soul, and soon visions of the unbelievable vastness of the breathtakingly beautiful American countryside appear in front of my eyes. In the summer of 2005, I had the luck to visit Utah, the home of Grant. I will never forget the spectacular beauty of Arches and Bryce Canyon and the ever shining sun! And singer/songwriter Grant lets this same sun flow through his music. I loved “Terabithia” and “Waterland”, and if one were outdoors a campfire would be needed. But I don't want to throw around too many clichés, although in this circumstance they would all fit. Besides, Grant is now finished and Orouni will next perform his songs solo, before he and Grant play and sing together.


Orouni performs songs mostly from his atmospheric album, Jump out the Window, as well as some from its predecessor, A Matter of Scale. The best song is probably the mood-making “Panic at the Beehive”, which is normally accompanied by his charming girlfriend. The Frenchman’s stories behind the individual songs are also funny and interesting. Even his mother, who has finally arrived, finds them funny and has a big grin on her face.


After a brief break, things continue with Grant and Orouni. They first perform a wonderful cover of Neutral Milk Hotel’s “King of Carrot Flowers”. Next comes “Carolina”, a Simon and Garfunkel-sounding hit from Grant Olsen. I have since listened to it 2,700 times and it definitely deserves to be noticed.


Things joyfully continue. Orouni plays on his toy piano and has to constantly lower the microphone which Grant has set to his height. He even plays on a bizarre instrument that his mother brought him back from her vacation to Burma Faso. The piece is called a Kalimba and it creates pretty sounds.


In all, the evening is a great success for everyone. Outside, people talk shop and chat about what the English music scene has to offer. Two minutes after I praise the young singer/songwriter Thos Henley, he comes around the corner with a group of female hanger-ons (I wish I had such success with women!) and exclaims "Oliver, what are you doing here?"


Paris is sometimes a village! Homely and familiar. I like it here a lot. And a large part of that is due to the folk music scene.

Thursday, April 16, 2009 



Our long-awaited French tour begins June 21! We'll be in Paris for the Fête de la Musique and will then play at the UFO Bar on the 23rd with Orouni! His latest album features the adorable Mlie and is amazing! Don't miss this FREE show! The UFO Bar is located at 49, rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud and the music starts at 8:30!
Saturday, November 22, 2008 
I recently posted this photo of me and Micah Dahl fishing up at Strawberry Reservoir. Well, there has been some confusion concerning the species of the fish I'm holding. If you can believe it, someone actually suggested it was a carp! Therefore, I am announcing the 2007 Name That Fish Contest. If you can tell me the species of this fish, you'll take the honors. Also, you'll receive international acclaim, because the contest has been covered by news outlets around the world, including our good friends at IndieBoyTraqueur in Paris.

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Extra Credit: If you can also identify the strain of the species, you will be crowned Ichthyologist of the Year for 2007!
Monday, December 31, 2007 

Carolina
On a Georgia afternoon
There's a wake in the living room
Lock my knees and set to fall

I was never strong like you

Carolina

Father looks like a criminal

War has beckoned, he will follow

He takes the bow from your lovely hair

Too proud to cry, too drunk to care
Carolina


Hawley

He was baptized in the river
Under gray skies of November
Father cried, then wiped his eyes
And this is what he said
You could die today
Don't change in any way
You could die today
I'm so proud of what you done
Father left that December
With a woman who had no children
Mother cried over napkins
And this is what she said
There's nothing left to hate
I could die today
Mother sent him to a city
With no river and no family
He played his guitar on the corner
And this is what he sang
We run from what we hate
We make homes out of clay
Then run from what we hate
We run from what we hate
And I could die today
I could die today


Wallsburg

Dowdle puzzle
My family home
Dowdle puzzle
Don't leave her alone
He's taken so much
Even Char can't love
Babies and such
Poor Char can't love
Head to Wallsburg
Leave it behind
An empty kitchen
But I heard her cryin'
He's taken so much
Even Char can't love
Babies and such
Poor Char can't love
And I left
Slippin' on ice
Will she be next?
And I left
Slippin' on ice
Is Bethany next?


The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

In Times Square I'll see your face
Through the crowd and all the rushed embrace
You'll say, "I heard you lost an eye"
Then we'll watch all the shell-shocked sailors cry
It's spring
What a load it brings
In the air, hoping systems work
A flaming plane that crashed then turned to dirt
I awoke to find my fur had froze
The 109s had done as they were told
It's spring
What a load it brings
When I feel pain
Mustangs strafed our train
Through the bars we heard the end was near
Juxtapose the guards' hate with new fear
We were marched through bombed-out, gutted towns
I'd seen before with my .50s pointed down
It's spring
What a load it brings


Charcoal Angels

You can't blame yourself
Heard your Mama cryin'
Your family's breakin' down
So leave with me come mornin'
Cause I'm headin' out
On a freight-bound train
I need a friend
It gets cold in Maine
Railroad bulls are screamin'
The wind may whip your face
But you're still my lady
On a freight-bound train
I need a friend
On a freight-bound train
Please be my friend
There's a meanin' waitin'
For the charcoal angels
The Lord has made a place
And He's set the table
So we're headin' out
On a freight-bound train
I need a friend
On a freight-bound train
Please be my friend
My friend


Saturday Evening Post

Sittin' on my bed
Waitin' for someone to tell me I'm down
Saw her last night with summer curls
And I fell
Smilin' like a Rockwell
She shows me her room
But I can't stay
Time doesn't stop when she touches my hand
It's the same
Cause I see you every time I smile
So why can't I say:
Music makes me feel good and so do you
So here's a song
You were lookin' pretty good up in Peace Dog's cave
But your hair looks better long
I'm hopeful that some day I can talk to you
Without lookin' down
I don't wanna be a stranger
But until I get some flavor
Please come around
Oh please
Oh please
Come around


Waterland

Fensmen open gates and doors
And ignore what floats by
Their hands are calloused from twisting locks
No one talks as they cry
Mary, why are you jumping?
Mary, I'd be your husband
Morning always brings debris
They can see how he died
Family secrets in a box
He's at the dock
He knows they lied
Mary, why are you jumping?
Mary, I'd be your husband


192

Poor little Heart
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care
Then dinna care
Proud little Heart
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonaire
Be debonaire
Frail little Heart
I would not break thee
Could'st credit me
Could'st credit me
Then dinna care
Then dinna care


Lederhosen on the Dancefloor

I can take a day
And change some way
Into what I should be
Broken or overdone
I'm overcome
We go nightswimming
And it seems
You and me
Make sense when we're together
Piles of pictured days
They help erase
Any pain that I've known
Happy just to hold your hand
I understand
All the paintings I see
And it seems
You and me
Make sense when we're together
Mountains I've seen before
And trampled low
She calls them purple
Azure skies
You were right
I see the purple


Tokyo Rose

I can see the screen
But I don't see you
And you can always be
Anything but you
You're anything but you
And I don't see you
She's a dirty hooch
That's why I don't like her
She can judge a room
With her hootchie-skank power
That's why I don't like her
And I don't see you
You're anything but you
Tokyo Rose knew
You


Diddy Riese

Rainy Tahoe
Strangers on the beach
Sandberg's Bear Lake
First kisses and freeze
At the Callisters
Waking Ned Devine
Golden Valley
Break-up, make-up, cry
Backyard baseball
Canada tried
A painted ceiling
And poetry at night
From the look-out
The cabin lights had died
Sleeping music
But the truck just won't fit five
"Give Up" on the radio
Circle the Rose Bowl
And go home