Oklahoma Jamtronica. Let's. Fucking. Rage.

Featuring the raw, visceral songwriting talent of former RCA Recording Artist Jake Mai, the Dallas native got a head start by catching the attention of Warner Brothers A&R/Multi-Platinum Producer John Feldmann (Neon Trees, Good Charlotte, The Used). Upon hearing a handful of songs posted online, Feldmann promptly invited Mai to his studio in Los Angeles to channel every ounce of their spirited debut full length "Olivine"

After years of co-writes with the likes of Jaret Reddick (Bowling For Soup) and Producers Zack Odom/Kenneth Mount (Cartel, Mayday Parade).  Jake Mai has roused the interest of many rock, and pop enthusiasts alike… recently teaming up with long time friends Casey Hollyfield (Guitar/Vocals) and Jordan Pipka (Drums/Percussion/Programming).  Armed with a star studded lineup, and a long list of new singles on the horizon, be on the lookout.  The debut single “Afloat” (Produced by Mai, Geoff Rockwell, and ZK Productions) was released on Dec 18th.  For more info visit the links below!

I don't enjoy bios. Writing a bio, about my self, has always seemed as an impersonal task that leaves me with a bad taste. Writing a bio is the art of writing about one's self while intentionally attempting to sound not like one's self. This is social media. And social media's intent, I think, is to connect with damn near anyone personally by some sort of non-personal digital medium. So I'm writing through me, from me and, in that, about me. I certainly hope so anyway.

It's a late night in LA and I'm stone cold sober. I have been for a month. I do not recommend sobriety. Everything becomes too clear. This is a habit I'm hoping to break very soon. I've been losing sleep to sobriety as I've had no whiskey to quiet the workings of my overactive noggin. I often wonder about could have been's, will be's, and what not's whilst I chase sleep. Sometimes I write a song I hate. And I lose sleep over it. Sometimes read a book. I find it's good practice to keep literature, pens and paper near the bed, or in my case, on the bed. You see, I live in a non-profit music venue here in La La Land. My room is very small and only accommodates a small amount of furniture. One side of my bed is my bedside table.

I do enjoy paper. Especially that of an old book. The smell, the smell the smell. Reading drives me to write. Novels and songs are very different animals. I'd rather raise a song than breed a novel any day of the week. Most of my songs, if not all, come from real moments in my life. Most of them self serving or self deprecating. I like to think that the two go hand in hand. I'm not sure if they're any good. I'm not sure if this attempt to replace the bio is any good. I can't say I know about things being good anyhow.

The truth is I don't write and create music because I think I'm any good. I just do it. And I think I'll continue to do it. I can't say I like it. If I didn't like it I probably wouldn't write it. There's a reason out there why I write and sing and play. I'm sure it's a wallop of a reason. Being a singer/songwriter means you're selfish. It, like all arts, is a selfish practice. I'm coming to terms with that.

Long story long, you can call me Frankie. I play guitar and sing about the things I do that I may or may not like.


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