Happy New Years & Here Are Our Resolutions
Happy New Year & welcome to 2022! Today we begin bridging the gaps between our 3 projects and we’ve opted to do so by unveiling some eye-catching new graphics across our instagram channels. Over on the Jaimee Eat World instagram page, you’ll find: Over on the Crooked Forest band instagram page, you’ll find: And last but certainly not least, over on the Jaimee Jakobczak instagram … Continue reading Happy New Years & Here Are Our Resolutions
2021 Indie Music Round-Up: The Best Of’s List
While I could absolutely fill this blog with all sorts of hilarious, witty descriptors of the music I’m about to relay to you that were sent to me from a wide variety of artists over Twitter recently, you might lack the sensibility to find me funny, leading you to not checking out these great singles and albums, so I’m gonna skip the jokes and get … Continue reading 2021 Indie Music Round-Up: The Best Of’s List
Crooked Forest’s Year in Review: 2021 Edition
I know everyone’s saying it, but it really is hard to fathom that it’s already December 30th 2021. The last two years have been bizarre, eye-opening, gut-wrenching and confusing to say the least but, we’re here and that’s cause for some sort of celebrating. I’ve maintained for years that I’m against the idea of penning New Year’s resolutions in any sort of traditional sense. Somewhere … Continue reading Crooked Forest’s Year in Review: 2021 Edition
The Final Ladder
From the back of the Vault. I wrote this sometime in like 2005 after watching Ladder 49 with Jaoquin Phoenix. Great film if you haven’t seen it. This was originally submitted for a school assignment, ha. I wish I hadn’t waited for the time to be right‘Cause time won’t wait,and then it’s far too late I never thought I’d make a mistake,that could affect me … Continue reading The Final Ladder
Puppets
Man this guy must think I’m so stupidHe lies without second thoughtsIt’s the only thing about him that’s consistentOther than how often he’s wrong Doesn’t get why she’s so tiredWorking multiple jobsThe bills come out of her accountHe buys Pilsner and PBR Lights go downPour it outA puppet showFor an eager crowdAround it spinsAn interactive gameOne foot outNo escape She loves convenient truthsCan’t fail what … Continue reading Puppets
Aesthetics
From the Vault, circa 2007 or so. We’re throwing lit matches and you’re spilling gasolineAny kid who’s seen a Hollywood movie knows this is a bad sceneWaiting on the gas leak to settle through this vacancyI might be able to make an entrance but you were always best at exits If this all you wanted then you could have just saidThis is the best you’ll … Continue reading Aesthetics
Terminal
From the Vault, circa 2006 or so. I remember being heavily into Something Corporate and Jack’s Mannequin when I wrote this one, so if you’re trying to heard that one, think the SoCo “North” record. And if you haven’t heard that one, check it out, it’s arguably one of the best of its genre – I’ll drop a link below the lyrics. Not long after … Continue reading Terminal
Street Signs & City Lights
From the vault, circa 2006 or so. Back with my first band, we had what I’d describe as a heavy Taking Back Sunday vibe, in the way the lyrics would flow in and out and over top of each other. This is one of those. I’ll be demoing this one out for 2021. Let’s make up for lost timeLet’s make a sceneI can’t remember the … Continue reading Street Signs & City Lights
Dialect
They said I was sickAnd I’ve always been naiveTurns out it’s not me they seeJust the moments I succeed And I guess we define it differentlySame words, old dialect in a new sceneYears spent as an understudy with my own hands on the stringsWith multicoloured pens tucked into my shirt seamMoving slowly with the extras, Trying to match the mood swings You could say this isn’t … Continue reading Dialect
Stuffed Owls
I know I’ve walked these stairsOnce soft carpet, now bareStripped away the marks we madeSomething’s never change Window sill still in decayA two-step followed by an arm raiseBroken latch on the back gateBlueprints of reimagined fate And now the voices echo off the wallsRepeating stories you thought we forgotShoulder stretched from room to roomFingernails bled straight throughHolding out without reprieveAnother drawn out soliloquy An empty nest … Continue reading Stuffed Owls
