ultimate midwest emo mixtape

From the first official physical release of The Hotelier's Debut LP "It Never Goes Out" originally out in 2011. Coming Spring 2015 on Tiny Engines.

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The Hotelier - Weathered

Real Stories of True People Who Kind of Looked Like Monsters​.​.​.

Track 1, Side A

This album came together in a simple, very human way: ideas jotted in computer notes, riffs captured on Voice Memos, then shaped into real songs. After talking with John Michael about keeping a solo album focused, I aimed for ten tracks — tight enough to listen to in one sitting, and honest enough to reflect the times we’re living in. These songs grew from recent thoughts in what feels like the most difficult stretch of my lifetime: moody but fun, dark and rough around the edges, yet driven by hooks and catchy lines.

A few plans to record with friends fell through, so I ended up writing, recording, and producing the whole album myself — with one beautiful exception: “NOPE.” I posted a verse on Facebook, Patrick True and Deej Davis jumped in with verses of their own, and the song turned into a real-time, long-distance collaboration. Neil Bettencourt later added drums, giving it extra lift and urgency. The record lands right where I hoped: one slow tune, a few mid-tempo, mostly uptempo, some “oooohs” and “la la la’s,” a touch of reggae-ish flavor, and a lot of heart.

Written, recorded, and produced by Greg Brown.
10 songs / 32:10.
Thanks for listening — I hope this feels like a journey that holds onto hope, even in times like these.

I Comment, I Comment

This song is about being grateful for a meaningful friendship

B06 - Breath Of Friendship (126)

O Silêncio
Catedral

Uma bolha sobe do fundo do mar
Uma palavra sobe das funduras do silêncio
Inesperada, emissária de um mundo esquecido
Nosso mistério, nossa oração
Há palavras que dizemos e outras que se dizem
Existem em nós, não atendem a nossa voz
"São como o vento que sopra onde quer
Se ouvirmos o sopro, palavras de oração"

Pássaro selvagem que mora em nós
Longe do que nós sabemos, no lugar dos sonhos
Fora da morada dos pensamentos
Temos medo das palavras que se dizem
Por isso falamos, palavras contra palavras
Quando orares, não sejais como artistas
"Que falam palavras que não são suas,
que usam máscaras decoradas"

Entra no silêncio, longe dos outros
Que as palavras se dirão, depois da espera
Entra no silêncio, longe dos muitos
E escuta uma única palavra
Que irá subir do fundo do mar
Basta ouvir uma vez e depois, o silêncio.

Owen

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