Mister Nik (AKA Chad Nikolz) is a dude with a burning desire to make a bunch of noise. Based outta Seattle WA, Mister Nik is a vocalist, horn player, and songwriter. 

As a kiddo, Mister Nik spent most of his time wailing away on a rusty trumpet (biggups to his folks for their impressive patience and potential hearing loss), excelling in jazz band, and suffering through orchestra rehearsals. Shortly after high school, Mister Nik formed a rag-tag band that basically just made noise at house parties. By most accounts, they were decent at what they did (hip hop jam band stuff). However, Mister Nik was simultaneously pursuing a career as a pro bicycle racer, something he'd been up to since he was 12, and the two worlds weren't mixing well. So, music got tucked away, and Mister Nik spent the next decade wearing a lot of spandex, eating a fu*k ton of Clif Bars, and riding his bicycle very quickly in circles. Then, a couple years ago, Mister Nik decided his athletic dreams were satisfied, and began his slow return to music. In his own words, his musical creations, "serve as affordable therapy, a creative outlet, and a rad way to pass time with the homies." He has no intention of making money with his art, insisting that, "...the time anyone spends listening to my stuff is payment enough. Belieeeeve me."

Plan Z

On Sundays, I do a secret underground cafe with a few homies. The queen of our cafe castle is Judith Weinstock. As the shift winds down, we turn the music up, washing dishes while belting along to Stevie Wonder, or Parliament, or Tone Tony Toni... Sometimes though, Ratatat gets spun, and we just freestyle. This is my fave. And this "Muggle Love" song is a post cafe, dish pit, recording.

Muggle Love (feat. Judith Weinstock)

Tomorrow's my bday. I fuckin love birthdays. Culminating times. As a kinda-sorta gift to myself I dipped out a few weeks ago for 10 days at a Vipassana meditation retreat. 10 days of silence and meditating. It's crazy what goes through your mind. The thoughts you're trying not to think. First few days it was mostly song lyrics. Mostly the lyrics in this song. Focusssss.

When life gives you lemons, paint that shit gold. Whaaaaaa? Yeah, the title to Atmosphere's '08 album never made much sense to me either. Til I stopped thinking about it, and it became abundantly clear.

The instrumental I sample is a track by the Hi-Fi Killers called A.P.B.

Focus

This past Sat eve I was having an odd day. As I clicked away on my computer, I kept relocating from my home, to the cafe down the street, to the park... never really feeling settled, or comfortable. I'd clack away, look up, see people on dates, people playing with their kids, people rolling slow, soaking it up, and I kinda felt like I might be missing The Point. So, I went home, wrote and recorded this lil' song. Holla.

Wanna

So, I did something REALLY grown-up the other day (Nah, I didn't fold laundry, pay taxes, or have sex. Which is a bummer. Cause I really love folded laundry). No, I committed to 30 yrs of payments, and purchased some LAND and a HOME!!!

It's gorgeous. A little cabin on a twisty dirt road in the woods of Indianola, WA. The spot is surrounded by friends, magnificent trees, and is roughly 200 yards from the Puget Sound, where you face my hometown of Ballard/Seattle.

B B BANGIN!!! So much in fact that I wrote a song about it.

And yo, if you dig my noise, here's my facebook page. Cheers. http://www.facebook.com/misternikmusic

Home

THANKS for listening to my music. Comments rock. I don't tend to respond. But I read em all. Feel free to download. I'm honored by your earholes.

Focus

Chadder Box