For the past 19 years (yikes!) I've been playing and recording music on and off with these two guys, Jim Clifford (on bass) and Tom Schroeder (on guitar). We write songs separately on our own, then get together and work them up as a band (which includes a few other unpictured folks), then record them, then press a thousand CDs, and then have a party. We don't perform the songs at the party, though; in fact, we don't perform at all, ever. And we don't have a band name. We just name the projects. Our last one was called You Might Be Anyone, the one before that was Difficult Loves, before that, Musical Chairs, before that, Dakota Arms, all the way back to our seminal Deertown.
The idea for Magnetic Poetry actually came out of one of these projects, Dakota Arms.
You can buy either or both of our most recent projects for 15 bucks apiece, 25 bucks for both. I'll throw in shipping for free. E-mail me if you're interested. They're good!
Anyway, we've started a new project, here in my living room on Wednesday nights. And here's what it looks like from where I sit.
It doesn't seem possible that Heather started here nine years ago... she's just a girl! A teenager! The young, clubbin' hipster amongst our settled and graying ranks! I'm guessing that she's maybe 23, so I publicly apologize now for hiring a 14 year old all those years ago.
But Heather's youthful visage belies hidden depths. She is the mother of a 5 year old, a reader of weighty tomes, and an unflappable provider of excellent customer service here at Magnetic Poetry.
Thanks for giving nine of your prime years to Magnetic Poetry, Heather! No, you can't have them back. But could we have some more?