Night Beds, The Staves
1308 4th Street SE
Minneapolis, MN, 55414
Doors 7:00 PM / Show 8:00 PM
This event is 18 and over
It's difficult to say where Night Beds begins, but it could be here: August 2006, a young Winston Yellen is invited to a longtime friend's apartment. They talk, they record a little aimlessly, and something exciting emerges. Maybe it's a little later, when one is studying engineering in Nashville, and the other remains behind, an unhappy captive of secondary education. It could be any number of moments, really, along a series of migrations, but probably here: the summer of 2008, back in Colorado Springs, when they write the first Night Beds song, "You Were Afraid."
God knows that we try to do the best we can
After that there is a lot of time spent in basements, a lot of alcohol, a lot of irreverent tuning, but not all that much need for talk. Most things are shared, understood: in thin mountain air, or in a waterlogged summer atmosphere, there can be a sense that breathing is effortful, that sleep is easy but not restful. The songs that come out of those first few years, collected on three EPs (Night Beds, Every fire; Every joy, and Hide From It), are an exercise in catharsis. They're deeply ringing things, washed in whiskey. The sound is like something emergent from a tunnel. It may be the red eye of a cigarette in the dark, or it may be the dawn peeking out.
Somewhere we might find softer light
"It was never thought. It just was always what felt good." So the songs come together over acoustic guitars, over the first skeletal melodies, and then they grow. Yellen's voice takes on a pure kind of thirst when wrapped in the sonic landscapes he devises. It's searching. It's taken several years to map everything out, but after a hiatus spent driving the deserts and prairies and coastal roads of the United States, sleeping in a hatchback or on friendly couches - after a long time spent alone - Night Beds has found a home in Nashville. Soon it will see the release of Country Sleep, a full-length album in the spirit of the vagabond, in the winding path to a place of good rest.
MUSIKANTO walks the line between Indie-Blues and Urban Americana, while borrowing elements of Experimental Folk and Broken-down Orchestral music.
Growing up listening to his father's obscure folk & roots records he was taught music through the likes of Fraser and Debolt and Jerry Hahn.
With heartbreaking ballads and melodic melodrama, Musikanto's songs have the grind of a Chicago winter and the soul of a Midwestern bon-fire.. it's as sincere as it gets.
With an honest comparison, MUSIKANTO carries the lyrical weight of folks like Leonard Cohen, the back road sense of Leon Russelland the driving tone of Ray Lamontagne or Amos Lee. His narratives rattle the core of the human spirit leaving you feeling like an outsider who witnessed something very real.
After years of touring and writing, Musikanto set out to record his best record to date. Making countless drives from Chicago to Wisconsin and back, where he wrote and recorded at friend's house, he found the solitude of the drives peaceful and a perfect canvas for re-writing lyrics and peicing together instrumentation he heard in his head as he drove. These late night and early morning drives helped the songs evolved and gradually became unchangeable.
Every song has its own intrinsic ambiance, the vocals are transparent and there is very little overdubbing. An extremely personal and deep album.
It's a first person narrative where Musikanto pours his heart and soul, then it's perfectly quiet as he waits for his answers.