rock/folk
Recently my band, Villanelles, had the privilege of playing with these guys at Burlington, Vermont's own Skinny Pancake. They came all the way from Baltimore, MD for a small 10 day tour. Unfortunately, the crowd only comprised of us and a few others, but these guys played a great set from their recent project Vincent.
The following is taken from the bands sister myspace page:
"The Organ Donors Present: Vincent" is like the tempest in which it's set. Somehow simultaneously an intangible and overwhelmingly personal exploration of one character among many in The Brain Trilogy Universe. The Brain is the driving force and storyteller channeling through this new Organ Donors trio.
The Brain first snatched up these adolescent boys from a secondary school in Maryland and called them Human Conduct. Shortly afterwards, it narrowed their agenda and sent them jonglering around as a sort of compartmented circus troupe called The Organ Donors. Now, these boys have grown old and their chops are as right on as their legend. It's a rusty array of instruments and an even rustier array of musicians playing music keenly prepped by some otherworldly object.
So back to the task at hand; Vincent is an exploration of one haunted detective perished in a gutter somewhere in Russia after avenging the death of his wife and children. His reflections on poor decisions, his longing for the way things once were. There might be no conflict, no resolution, no peak or valley, but there might be something in this for everyone. Listen up.
...We left our hero(?), Vincent, dead on the outskirts of a Russian market, where he had convinced himself that his sense of nihilistic futility was Truth. As a vague nothingness swallowed his body (his prison cell), Vincent moaned and believed he was at the end.
The Brain looks on and laughs.
True, his tenure in turmoil had come to a halt, but this brief visit to the Existential Vacuum was simply another "phase" of his spiritual existence, not an extended stay. So his itch exasperated and the drama unfolded, yet the curtain closed and the story broke apart like burnt food scraps jetted off the sides of a pot by a flush of cold water. Our man(?) Vincent is left looking at himself from every angle, inside and outside. The only illusion left is light.
His body's dead and this does not signify the end. He stands on the edge of a body of water next to an unkempt canoe. A glowing sphere is off in the distance. It is neither the Sun nor a lighthouse beam. It is embryonic, perfectly round, warm, soft, and unidentifiable. He drags the canoe into the water, gets in, rows off. The music has never stopped playing..."
We had a great time playing with these guys and the music is definitely worth a listen. Enjoy!
