No.His sentences made a lot of sense.His clear and concise syntax was just like John Fried’s.I knew right then I’d found that rare breed of bassist who gets me.
What of the rumors surrounding his equipment?
You know, there’s a lot of cheap talk out there, and as to the allegations that he uses a performance-enhancing instrument, well… I’ve never noticed anything besides just good old-fashioned hustle.
Really?It seems kind of obvious that he plays a Warwick™.
I’m pretty sure Tim plays a regulation Louisville Slugger™, as the Good Lord intended.
Normally, I like to evaluate drummers solely by reading a lengthy and somewhat contradictory list of musical influences or –-in the case of Derek Sanchez— their Doctoral Dissertation on advances in phlebotomy.But Evan took me by surprise.He posted a clip of himself actually drumming, and after viewing it (mistakenly assuming it was going to be a montage of influences), I found myself thinking, “hey, wait a second, I may be taking a big chance on the undocumented contradictoriness of this guy’s influences, but it sure seems to me like he knows how to play drums.”And I’ve got to say, that big risk sure paid off.Then again, what do I know about drums?
Now Tim & Evan have been mysteriously unavailable for imaginary comment, but nonetheless, from what I’ve observed, they don’t really seem like warning-worthy men –unless you’ve got a messed-up mama.
Less like a tornado warning, and more like warning that there’s a great sale on shoes.These men won’t last long at these prices.
What’s been the best thing so far about the new band?
The songs on this album represent just a few months of playing together.But from day one, they’ve been confident, tight, reactive players who have helped take these songs in new directions and keep every performance fresh and inspired.I’m warning you: this could be the start of something huge.
At First Sight: At first sight, the only line into your heart was over-tangled in a knot, an endless, complicated snake. That first night, I didn't dream of you at all, but in my lonely bed, my heart had come awake. At first light, I went about my daily ways, but something different in the maze --the smell of cheese. CH: You would be the one for me. So I tried to look for happiness around, and as my hopes went up and down, my heart said, "she has not been found." And you tried to find a love worth fighting for. You travelled bravely shore-to-shore, and yet your heart said, "something more." (CH) And in my old age, I hope I'll be a happy grandpa walking by the sea. All my life, I've been a failure and a fool, but then I took a chance or two and turned the corner into you. So, my wife, although it took a little time, I wouldn't change this knotted line which --once unraveled-- made you mine.
Mad About You: She was crazy when I met her, just as crazy as today And I knew that I would need her, but I couldn't make me say that if my heart could find no other, I'd be happiest that way. But then I saw the way she wants your eyes to stray. And I feel that I must tell you even though you don't deserve her. CH: She's mad about you. Something crazy in her eyes just says he's mad about you. And there's nothing I can do if she's mad about you I was up to my old no-no's when I told her not to love you, for I was all too cautious not to tell her how I felt true. And you still just perceived her as a carnival balloon: possession pretty soon is ugly and is taking too much room. Even though you don't respect her or enjoy her as I do. CH. Bridge: Mistakes of mine, you are too soft, the ruthless win this game. Vicious, cunning, hearts of steel attract and cut and maim. And that which may be tender can't compete, which is a shame. For love is built on cloudy things that paralyze the brain.
Dead Man's Blues: I've got the waking man's fever, the dead man's blues, I'm bundled in a blanket with only you to think of, and I know you think it too. I've got the wisdom of children that guides my head, I think about logic, but blush instead to turn you from your titan and his bed. CH:But I will retain your heart when it's over. You and your rattletrap cargo are overdue, you're hunting through the islands for something new to chew on, and you know I taste it too. You say the thunder doesn't scare you when you're alone, you only wanted weakness to draw someone beside you. Now this weakness is your own. CH. Something quite disturbing when you turn yourself upon your past. Still, I am invited, though there is no promise this will last. I've got the waking man's fever, the dead man's blues, I'm tripping on my coffin in these new shoes, do you hear that? Because the titan hears it too.
Best of Days: How long did I know her with her kindness and its lubricant mistakes? How long did I gaze into those startled eyes before I knew my heart would break? Now it's four in the morning, I've just seen a ghost, I know something has died. Singing songs to keep my boogies back, I don't listen to a thing but the fundamental ring of "I love you, love you, Cody" CH: She's only really busy, I'm only just another minute away, I'm lying, she don't love me --just a pleasant disinterest on the best of days. Someone smack my head, I'm only getting channel 83. How long have desire and its partner, passion, had their way with me? Now it's four in the morning, I've just seen a ghost --it stomped and said my name. Singing songs.... How long before those roses how sweet bitter up? How cushioned can that hammer be? Now it's four in the morning, where's my angel when these ghosts are walking by? Singing....
So Will I: Sweet little line of color and sound, I can't see the shape you follow as the song breaks down. Soft little pace creeps with the ground. Will my blanket shield you when I turn around? Sweet little spot, mumbled and hot, creepers spill like ivy that the seed forgot. Soft little nest, bitter and blessed, linger for the first and only time we kissed. Chorus: I see anger in your eyes, I'm not blind, I'm not blind. I say dogs and babies die; so will I, so will I. Sweet little drop of liquid and silk, pushing slowly, sliding coarsely like spider's milk. Soft little bud yearns for the flood. Speak the drop as if it were your aching blood. Chorus. Soft was the whispered breath, muttering and stuttering. Hot thorns with blood to press, always wistful, wondering. Sweet little face of mangoes and sand, please don't slide aside from shape in my shaking hand. Soft little eye, deep as the sky, I would be your chattle if you wouldn't cry. Chorus.
I Will Be There: I could be a better father, kinder to each little daughter, mindful of my sway upon them --Lord, I ask you make me stronger. Keep in me a well of patience, evenness, and moderation, tireless consideration. Blessed am I, and ever grateful. Pre-CH: Keep me wise, strong and honest, focused on the road before us. Help me be the best I can: loving them as a better man. CH: This I promise, this I swear: every day I will be there. I should set a good example, carry all that I can handle, be their rock and moral mantle, in the darkness, be their candle. Lord, I need to shed my weakness, laziness and simple meekness. Help me to refine my reflex. Help me be a better teacher....
Like You Do: Pain within, my cancer grows, familiar ache, despair I know. My heart so blue, so ever blue. My heart so blue, so ever blue. On the drip, my pulse is slow; I'm running with no place to go. My north is true, so ever true. My north is true, so ever true. CH: Come around and love me like you do, like you do. In this scar, the anger shows --the fretted wound will never close. I thought you knew, you never knew. I thought you knew, you never knew. Safe again, the poison goes, and for a time, here blooms the rose. My love is you, forever you. My love is you, forever you.
Coyote: So cold says the coyote as the willow whips the crow. So quick, thick, and easy just to let these arrows go. I try not to break you, says the coyote to the snow. It's hot-fought and rotten, but it's the only food I know. Chorus: Seeking my anguish, this dog loves a tree. Fill me with warmth, and I'll feed you with me. I know I travel to die at your knee. Take me from cold, and I'll feed you with me. So fierce is the fire that the willow might explode. So cold is the coyote, he forgets the ashen crow. She whispers and touches with her passion underglow. The canopy collapses, and the coyote smokes his bones. Chorus. So cold, screams the coyote, and his hide it heals too slow. So scabbed-up and skinless, I'm a skeleton, I know. I pause just to die here --let my inside-out unfold. Silent seeds turn to saplings, sprouting willows feed and grow. Chorus. Feed me with fire and I'll feed you with me.
24 Bad Ones: 24 bad ones, dream a white room. Floor four, blank and spooky, too. How can he, how can you? Know what, do what you gotta do. 24 bad ones, unlucky and cruel; this white room says interview. Afraid to look for my place to cool, need 24 to plan my move. CH: Well I fall down hard, and I break my heart, but I rise back up again. 24 bad ones, burden to move --were these not my angels, I'd wriggle loose. Story of my life, open up, get used. You don't love me like I love you. 24 bad ones, more bad news: I got stuck, now you must choose. Born for greatness, born to lose, heart all beat up, pump on, bruise. (CH)/(Inst. Bridge). 24 bad ones, I can't prove, I can't win, and I can't move. Make a penny, spend a penny, shoo fly, shoo --I'm a little crackpot; how 'bout you? 24 bad ones, listen me you: give a man a benefit, make a man a groove. Knick-knack paddywhack, give a man the flu. This bad wind come rolling through....
I Am The Moon: I am your glass medallion, silver dollar watching you above your shoulder. Following your walks at night. Kissing you with pleasant light. CH:You are the soil, you want the stars. I am the moon, I am the moon. I can elude your vision from beyond the trees, in your shadow or a cloudy breeze. I pull your oceans, blood and tears --indirectly hold you near. CH Bridge: Let my lunacy keep your heart. Let my lunacy light your dark. I am your glass medallion, silver dollar watching you above your shoulder Safety in my icy light --beacon of your dreams at night.
Catnip: It could be that Cupid is a fairy tale, like Martians or bottomless coffeepots. And I can remember when I came into town as the clumsiest clown you had seen. Maybe it's the first time, maybe it's the last time, but baby, the moment is ripe. CH: I'm your catnip. I'm an itching spell, and once you get me, gotta scratch me. It could be that romance is a dying art, and that broken hearts are the rule. But I can remember how we suffered apart and made do with the cards that we drew. Maybe it's the moonlight, maybe it just feels right, but baby, this arrow's for you. (CH) Baby loves to purr, baby loves to purr, baby likes the itch.
Lost: Lost and high, the rock that bore your love to me. My roof is splinters, my bed is warm. Trope you like a daisy, swallow your fuel so you won't go, but you go. Like a storm, a million years of rain and dust. My heart is breaking. Your ship is flown. Breathe you like an atmosphere, follow your trail so you won't know, but you know. Chorus: Lost. Saturn's eye, the ring that bound my loyalty. Your moons are embers, your seas are foam. Tug you like a ripple, all of your tides will turn to me.