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New song/video “Idolatry” by The Julian Day takes a stab at organized religion, pushing the envelope that REM’s “Losing My Religion” barely touched on 20 years ago. The song is available now. Video to be released in April. Go to http://www.reverbnation.com/thejulianday to hear the song. Go to iTunes for their debut song “The Tide.
Ojai, CA (PRWEB) January 27, 2011
Immersed by their parents in the songs of the great singer/songwriters of the 70s and the experimentation of 80s bands like New Order, U2 and Echo and The Bunnymen, The Julian Day fuses the two to offer a wholly new sound for 2011 that amps it up while stripping it down. With The Julian Day you’ll find good songwriting mixed with just enough instrumentation to drive the songs along. Working with the idea that art is best when nothing can be added and nothing can be taken away, The Julian Day seeks to engage the listener head-on. Spare and spartanized, these songs have just the right amount of color and texture while offering brief lessons in the game of life.
The song is available now. Video to be released in April.
Go to http://www.reverbnation.com/thejulianday to hear the song.
Go to iTunes for their debut song “The Tide.”
Debut EP due out in April. Stay tuned!
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by Philip Scott Wikel
“If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”
- Isaac Newton, letter to Robert Hooke, 1676
I asked Rachel: What did you want to be when you grew up? To which she answers, without hesitation, and with a cool confidence. “I wanted to be an actress.” And I could see her as a young girl dressing up in mommy’s clothes and sporting a feather boa smiling and dancing in front of a mirror. “I went to Humboldt State,” she continues, “and graduated with an art degree…” Her eyes are flashing and she moves seamlessly through to “I was a ceramicist at one point and even had my own kiln until it fell out of the back of my truck.” With this divine intervention the logical next step was music.
She picked up a guitar in 1994 and started playing backup with a band called Full Sun. She’s since come to Ojai where she began playing locally with Calliope about five years ago which included Topher Blunt and Charlie Benton. In her five years here she’s found the hidden angel within and began singing and writing songs. The folksy blues-ish, countrified levity offered by her first album “Lucky Like Me” is a testament to the emergence of a new and unique voice in music. “Recorded at Ventura’s own Table Top Recording, co-produced by Rachel and Jonathan Raffetto, it features the talent of some of the best musicians of Ventura’s music scene.”*
by philip scott wikel
poets don’t exist
they are only seen on seismographs
and geiger counters
fingers to the universal pulse
prognosticating the collective
if the world’s gone mad
an artist is its face
paint or pen
smile or otherwise
He stepped back from his first composition. It seemed to have come natural to him and what he saw before him was an updated version of Picasso’s Guernica. His response to Sept. 11 and the war that ensued.
It featured the war torn faces of the men on both sides and the innocent victims caught in the middle. There was fire and the raining of missiles and the fear and horror found only in war. Dylan had added a few Middle Eastern motifs in order to define the geographical setting. The war had begun in Afghanistan and the newspapers, the television and the radios were fraught with reports of the war on terrorism.
The painting condemned neither side and seemed to speak to a great distaste for violence. No one wins a war. One side may lose less but both lose, and the losses can never be replaced.
Dylan added this thought to his journal…
by philip scott wikel
Dylan’s mind drifted back to the previous week. Finals were coming and he was feeling overwhelmed. A stranger in a strange land, searching for love in literature, and finding only brains overwrought with analysis. He had paddled as fast he could, but the minds around him had larger sails or, perhaps, were more wont to go along with the currents of captains with Phd.’s, whether or not what they espoused had any basis in grounded truth.
Dylan had hoped to find love and beauty. But his many frustrations over the course of the two years had finally manifested themselves in his intestinal tract. He’d yet to grasp the realm of the Christian supernatural. That would come, but for now, his insides were in a twist and he thought it best to see a doctor.
Alone, alone, alone. He thought then that there was something wrong with being alone…