Multi-instrumentalist and music explorer...er...back from a long expedition! Never get banished to an island full of clarinets and other people, presumably some are clarinetists plucked from rehearsals. Some jerk will want to make a clarinet flare exhibition for passing aircraft, SOS and the likes. Many people with wooden clarinets will have broken hearts. They will, instead, whistle. At which point...get off of the island!!! Hopefully your coordinates are already known by a large ship full of friends who like food similar to your favorite foods and are aware of all allergies. 
(Musically, I will have compensated for this typed intro by some point if you leave some on and forget all about them having been on, awhile later. Since you are probably already on Clarinet Island.  Some tracks are a direct antidote to Island Clarinet Carbons Sickness of the Upper Ankle.

Gathers auditory snippets of life's vibrance. Retains a book of fragmented lyrics that await their musical fruition.  
Sleeps too much. can't think of anything else to add.

Played a weekly show for a year; Tuesdays, 8pm. Dozen Street in Austin, Texas.

Looking for instruments to go with some songs. 
I'd describe them as... The Laurence Welk Show? Caterwauling? 

They're normally silly, sexy or heartbroken; often all three.

Phone recordings made while puttering about the house. I have proper equipment, if you send me a track.

Open to/ into all sorts, up for changing melody and phrasing, etc. Lets collaborate.

Some favorites: Gram Parsons, Warren Zevon, Christine and the Queens, Edward Sharpe, Chance the Rapper, Fleet Foxes, Liz Phair, Led Zepplin, Funkadelic, Chilli Peppers, Beatles, George Harrison, Cranberries, Cardigans, Jill Scott, Black Keys, Jenny Lewis, Caribou, John Frusciante, Emmy Lou Harris, Paul Simon, Regina Spektor, Arcade Fire, Brian Wilson,Robyn, Daft Punk, Radio Head, Arctic Monkeys, Kate Bush, Tom Petty, Rhianna, Neil Young...

The words "Dirty Dancing" don't necessarily conjure up the sounds of jagged guitars and post-punk rhythms, but Dirty Dancing, the Austin-based dance-rock duo, is trying to change that one shaking hip at a time. With singer Eric Schoen's Ian Curtis-on-uppers vocal delivery and Velvet Underground-inspired guitar freak-outs, the band can switch from sulky to sexy in a matter of seconds, often building on a skeletal guitar riff or a repeated phrase to create a feeling of anxiety and, eventually, euphoric release. Though the band can be dark and gloomy—perfect acid-rainy-day music—it is not afraid to pepper its songs with jittery handclaps or shout-along choruses. The ability to waver between apocalyptic despair and dance-party ebullience makes the group both versatile and unpredictable. Don't put this band in a corner.
In the band's propulsive dance track, "Right Place And Right Time," Schoen yelps, "It doesn't matter what you do/Lightning strikes where it wants to." True words, but it feels like Dirty Dancing is doing all the right things at the right time and storm clouds are starting to gather. Fame could strike soon.
-CMJ.com

A man in the arena. Who is also a motherfucking wizard. 
And he is cool with the ref, owns the seating, and makes money off the parking.

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