Saturday, January 26, 2013
Paul Yarn Bunkbeds - soft slacks=sweatpants
I lived above Bryan in an apartment building in Logan Square back in 2004 or 2005. We had an immediate common ground after he stopped over and saw a Bicycle Day CD and a slew of other Scratch and Sniff Records swag strewn about as I had just received a lovely care package from Mark Nichols (see the Meanders Afoot post for Mark's music). Turned out that Bryan and Mark were childhood friends and he was quite familiar with the Dekalb music scene that I was just discovering and falling head over heels for. Bryan introduced the 21 year old me to a lot of neat things during the period I lived above him. He was working at Intuit Gallery and recommended I see a show he booked there of the incredible jazz drummer Han Bennick. Unforgettable performance. He was also the first person to expose me to the Henry Darger phenomenon that was just being uncovered at the time he was working there.
I met Bryan's girlfriend Lindsey some time later and I was always a bit in awe of the level of intuitive communique they subscribed to as well as their shared interest in the weird (in a good way, of course.) They just seemed like the penultimate example of a wholesome couple and their music is surely representative of that connection. Paul Yarn Bunkbeds played a few living room shows over the next year or two (as well as the very first show at the infamous Treetop loft) before moving to Indiana and I always cherished the intimate gatherings in which they performed. The song "3s come and go" made me so happy and I always requested it when they played. Anyhow, enough of the personal ranting here. This is the call.