My dad was fundamentally a reason why I wrote songs in the first place, why I sang them, and why I believe I have songs and stories to tell. I was living in Portland, he was living in LA.
Songs about my grandma, my family, my partner, my friends and fear and life, and then my greatest nightmare occurred–– my dad passed away without warning. A short time after, I had moved to Portland, OR to study and pursue comedy and music.īy the summer of 2014, I'd accumulated a great deal of songs and gigs. Soon I incorporated the mandolin into my band's act, and began performing solo shows. I had never played before, but started learning Neutral Milk Hotel songs and songwriting with the few chords that I knew, to deal with my grief. We found a magical old mandolin in a beat up tweed case, which I named Mando Calrissian. When my grandma, NYC detective Marie Cirile Spagnuolo (also known in the papers as "Lady Tiger"), passed away in 2011, I was singing in my band, and drove cross country to help clear out her house. He likes babies and puppies and breathingĪ great deal of my life has centered around loss, or fear of loss. You’re not, you’re not, you’re not listeningĪnd when I see my nerd boy ‘round the block, I’m all alone and without you I can’t see I can barely hear you from the other room If you need me if you’re calling for help We gutted the old girl and sucked the marrowĪnd space stations are now a waste of space And you’re not going to finish this class
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