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Crown of Bees

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by Gary Calhoun James/Box of Baby Birds

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Originally released for free download exclusively at candydinner.com


'Crown of Bees' is the third and latest release from the Chicago/Austin group Box of Baby Birds, and the first to see the band performing as a whole. The title track was recorded live in the studio just before James' move to Austin and serves as a document of the Chicago ensembles energy and work over the last 4 years. In contrast, Side B features a cross country trio aided by internet file transfers.
credits
released 24 August 2010
Gary Calhoun James- Voice, Guitars, percussion track 2, piano track 2, noises
Dan Mohr- Piano track 1, Harmonium track 2
Phil Ajjarapu- Backing Vocals track 1, bass track 2
Matt Focht- Bass track 1
Alance Ward- drums track 1
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tags: experimental chamber folk rock rock Austin
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Gary Calhoun James/Box of Baby Birds' Music might be...
Experimental
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Rock
Chamber Music
Post-Something
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60's Pop
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GCJ/BBB Timeline:
1978-2006 R&D
2006-2009 Chicago Birds Reign of Terror
2009-Present Austin Era less

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Track Name: Crown of Bees
A crown of bees on your golden head... stunningly. The most foolish thing I could do would be to call your name.. queen bee. I'm signing off, the signals crossed like static states that won't come cleanly on the radio. We have to know, does anybody wonder? Does anybody see their own crown of bees? Take the low I'll take the high road, I might fall behind, but only in time. A crown of bees in your photograph next to me. The most beautiful thing I could do would be to give my name...queen bee.
Track Name: New Darlings of the Silent Films
Playing dead songs that float past the ears. Playing dead songs that float past the ears of the new darlings, the new darlings of the silent films. We are just passing through your scene, cast as extras on the street. Playing bones, our bodies cut from stone. More like hand-torn in chains of paper dolls and some like flakes of snow. New darlings, new darlings of the silent films.