Trails and Ways

Trails and Ways

Trails and Ways make bossanova dream pop from a bedroom studio in Oakland, CA. After graduating from UC Berkeley, lead singers Emma Oppen and Keith Brower Brown took off–one to Brazil and the other to Spain. Both learned the new territory and languages through nylon strings and percussion. After months abroad, they came home with a vision; to craft a sound with the pensive warmth of Brazilian jazz, the tight songcraft of Latin pop, and the hypnotic rough edges of basement dream pop.

The two female and two male members of Trails and Ways all sing, braiding their voices down landscapes of tight percussion, reverbed guitar hooks and tidal synthesizers. The lyrics are political graffiti and lovers' unsaid conversations, crossing at the borders between Spanish, Portuguese and English.

The band makes its home in Oakland's tight-knit scene of jazz pop experimenters and R&B producers. They play visceral shows powered by the force of their four matching crystals: amethyst, agate, larimar, turquoise. Through 2012, they rode a swell of singles and covers, and are currently working on their debut album.

the Rusty Maples

"Indie Americana folk pop/good lovin' rock 'n' roll grown in Las Vegas"

Jellyfish Tuesday

Delivered like some last minute holiday package
i'd arrive december's in denver
just in time for the year to shut down
light's out
(i guess that made it hard to see).
still i'd slip into town
on the wheels of any number of half-hearted vehicles
already wreaking and leaking resolution
trails and fumes too easily overlooked.
and i, clutching to memory and hope,
cradled my fistful of slips of fading numbers,
like a mother might hold to her newborn child-
such potential blooming over a night lost.
i'd make my steps, as tho in a vision,
through all the alleys and back streets
and find my way to one of those old pay telephones
a wishing well
to drop my coins into.
loose change for a dialtone
quarters well spent for a 'hello'
and i'd feel closer to you right then
waiting for some connection
even tho the voice i'd reach
would never come from you.
for a moment i'd let myself pretend
hang on the line lost in suspense
even tho the voice on the other end
would never come from you.


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Trails and Ways with the Rusty Maples, Jellyfish Tuesday

Wednesday, June 12 · Doors 8:30 PM / Show 9:30 PM at Hi-Dive

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