This song is about a trip that I took. I went to Europe for eight days to do the tourist thing. It was a great time, but I was excited to get home for the obvious reasons. On my last day, I took a cab to Heathrow Airport. Planes have a tendency to freak me out, so I decided to bring some stuff that I could take in the bathroom to make the flight more bearable. Well, I don't get away with much, so needless to say somebody saw me, and called security. I heard the call over the loud speaker, and immediately left the airport. I missed my flight, and assumed that going back anytime soon was a bad idea. The only other way to get home would be to take a ship, which seems ridiculous, but(in my head) it seemed the only option. The voyage would have been lovely if it weren't for the obvious reasons.

Eric M.

It is all too rare that I have an obvious reason to create art. For me it tends to hide in the wings, or just under the surface. It is a special occasion(good or bad) when life hands you a neat little package. Isn't it the same with raising a glass. You can speak of health, happiness, and love, but are they present? Does a toast to love mean that you feel love? Does an optimistic speech guarantee that you truly have something to look forward to? And even if you do, will the feeling last beyond the chime of the flutes?

The truth is, you can't know. We are forever drifting about, occasionally bumping into something or someone else, thus sending us off on a new trajectory. I am forever thankful for these somethings and someones. To you.
Congratulations, Bram!


Love,
Eric M.

Painting in Progress by: Eric Morelli

Two Thursdays back I went camping up on Mount Charleston. A day of hiking and climbing turned into a steady night of drinking around the fire. I was told a story about one of our friends that chilled me to the bone. Maybe, it was the night air, or perhaps too much mixing of wine, but the narrative got under my skin. It is a horrifically beautiful scenario surrounding a mistaken identity that would make Hitchcock proud. I wrote this song the following day. It will hopefully be on our next album.

side note: I changed the punchline for my own reasons.

Oh, Tim
It started in the morning
the knocking drew you from your bed and to the door
where that man stood standing
he spoke a name you'd never heard, and of deeds you'd never done
but he was pointing

Oh, Tim
what's that sinking feeling
from the corner of your eye you can see it
from the kitchen to the bedroom where it's leading
seventeen inches wide

You've been painted the impostor
all because you're renting his old place
but you're no monster
and the thought of what he's done is keeping you awake

Oh, Tim
it's started reoccurring
the knocking drew you from your bed and to the door
where a different man stood staring
he spoke a name you'd heard before, and of deeds you'd never done
and he was pointing

Oh, Tim
what's that sinking feeling
they say they've got your brother up in Reno
and he's been talking
seventeen inches wide

You've been painted the impostor
all because they say you share his face
but Tim, you're no monster
and the thought of what he's done is keeping you awake

Oh, Tim
it started in the evening
she was walking to her car
and you were starving


Eric M.

Labels: Eric Morelli The Study Band Serial Killer Song

I'm curious, has anyone else heard of this phenomenon?

Like its forefather, Dark Side of the Rainbow, I found a Radiohead/Matrix pair called The Matrix Anthem. I've been searching for it recently and haven't found a trace of it online, so I feel the necessity to throw my version up.

1. Take Radiohead's third album's "The National Anthem" and pair it with the opening sequence of the 1999 film, The Matrix.
2. This is not an easy thing to do, so I suggest using iTunes and the computer's DVD player.
3. Right before the green WB logo appears on the screen in the VERY beginning of the film, push play for Radiohead.

Half the battle is getting them to pair, but once you do, you won't see it the same again.

Watch and let me know if it worked.

-Jack

Otherwise...

Labels: Radhioead, The Matrix

I was almost attacked by a dog a few days back. Eric B. was almost attacked by the same dog today. The thing has a horrible personality. Puppy, if you're reading this, you're ugly.

I realize that it is irresponsible to harass a dog on the internet, but I really don't care much. We are playing an acoustic show today, but to be honest we may skip it to go beat up Fido. This post doesn't even seem twitter worthy @anyonewhocares

Eric M.

Labels: The Study Band Eric Morelli

I saw a rabbit eat seventeen men today. The thing was thirty feet high, and equally full of rage. I can't tell you what got into the damn thing, but it was in quite a state. You see, the men rushed in with a typical bravado that washed away as quickly as it does under these circumstances. Oh, the screaming. Rather than get involved, and be inevitably forced to run for my life, I watched from behind a tree. You would call me coward, but if you had seen the pleading, and the crying, and the eating. They carried on and on, and I watched and watched. How embarrassing it all seemed. It was probably for the best that they were eaten. If I had carried on as they did only to get consumed by Peter Cottontail(to which the rabbit really bore no resemblance), I would prefer to remain eaten.

This is about the time that I dosed off with my hand between my forehead and the rough bark of my one ply fortress. I was gently awakened by the sound of abram tank fire. Just as I rubbed the sleepies from my eyes, I saw the massive rabbit explode into a million pieces with all those arrogant men flying up in the air like fireworks.

Eric M.