The Good the Bad and the Dubby

Andrew Farris - synths, guitar, programming,  sampling, other electronics.

Impressionistic music existing outside of the verse-chorus-verse structures of a three-minute pop song that expand and blur the boundaries between shoegaze, gothic, ambient, folk, and electronica.

mayfairgrin has existed in various forms for the past 20 years. a mainstay to the underground, the project has released numerous albums. many of which are freely available on-line through popular netlabels. the project is primarily Andrew Farris; whom writes, records, programs, executes, and performs most of what's heard on each of mayfairgrin's compositions. the music is expansive and melancholy -- teetering somewhere between the depressed and the sanguine. 

Artists like Hammock, Tim Hecker, God Speed You Black Emperor, and Boards Of Canada served as equal inspiration and helped refine the emotional goals of the music itself. mayfairgrin has since received airplay on various college/indie radio stations across the US and in Europe, numerous remixes, club play, and received critical praise for mayfairgrin's unique and hard-to-define sound. Farris has worked with such artists as Julie Straw (PinkLogik), T Nathan Roane (formally of Vehemence Realized), film-maker/performance artist: Fabian Rush (Synthetic Nightmare), Joshua Sierk (Lunelac), Jason Coffman (Anaphylaxis), and NY-based spoken word poet: B. Lamont. the music of mayfairgrin has been remixed by artists such as Wormsign, Autovoice, Cryogen Second, PinkLogik, Anaphylaxis, and Cyberchump to name just a few.

Band - SOUL SHAKER
  JAMES SAINT LOUIS (guitar/lead vox)
  STEVEN MEEK (drums/vox)
  DAVID MUILENBURG (bass/vox)

Disgraced physicist. 
Relic.   
Shut in.  
Daniel K. Böhm.  
Best known for causing the reactor meltdown in Wüttenschlesig. He now lives on an abandoned cotton farm near Spur, Texas.
I met Daniel in 2006. 
His room was unusually warm.  Womb-like.  I remember layers of wallpaper, peeling, flaking, floating down to settle on a book or a pile of magazines. There was a cat drawing in the warmth of an amplifier.   Faint sounds warbled through a speaker.
 In the corner,  9 feet of audio tape lay in a magnetic nest.  A coffee table sat in the center of the room, overflowing with maps, circuits,, half empty coffee mugs and scraps of mathematical equations. 
In dim light. He rocked as he spoke. He still wore the lab coat.
At each visit he would bestow tapes.  artifacts.  Wobbly spools rattled inside the cassette enclosures.  
He was a minor curiosity.  I met him only the one time.   He scrawled an almost illegible signature, making me executor of his estate. It consisted solely of recordings.  
After time, the tapes began to reverberate with meaning.  
He’s gone now. 
Here are his tapes.
https://bohm.bandcamp.com/



The Good the Bad and the Dubby

Wire Nest