Whiskey and Cigarettes: i was just reminiscing about my trip to Capitol Heights in DC to see...
i was just reminiscing about my trip to Capitol Heights in DC to see my friend Taras play under the name GOSPELS. He played for 45 minutes straight. Usually he does ambient “rap bangers” as he likes to call them. They’re brilliant, in all honesty and if you can find any of his stuff, get it. Immediately. But what i loved most was that instead of the rap bangers, he picked up his guitar and did a freestyle jam. Most people don’t enjoy this very much when they go to see a band, but having played music with this brilliant human being for years, and grown in more ways than one together, it was more than i could have hoped for. It really was touching. The guy wreaks of absolutely addicting hooks that most people would kill to write, and he’s only 21. At the beginning of every 10 minute odyssey, he kept saying “this one’s for my friends.” There were only 20 people in that little musical collective, including the boys from Still Blue Still Turning, and Teadora. I knew that was really for me. Each song would begin “and this one’s for my fucking friends too,” and i found myself in this trance of a state, behind my drums in that shitty old apartment in Orlando, eyes closed, and our hearts wailing in unison to the sound of intertwined rhythms and carefully omitted spaces. I miss Taras. He’s one of the most genuine people i know.
