http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/ Sat, 21 Nov 2009 17:20:59 +0100 FeedCreator 1.7.2 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 I found my self at a house party one Friday night with a bunch of people I barely knew. There was guitar in the corner of the living room that I had been eyeing most of the evening but I was far too scared to play it in front of people I didn’t know. Later that evening a fellow picked up that guitar and began to play a song he had just wrote. The song was good but I was more impressed with how he managed to captivate everyone at the party with it. Some one asked him to play another and then another, no one moved for almost 45 minutes. Someone asked me if I played the guitar but I lied and said no. I left the party that night feeling like a failure in song writing. There was no way I could captivate an audience like that and I decided that I would quit wasting my time writing songs that no one would ever hear. When I got home the first thing I did was write a song, I had to write, I was so emotional and I needed to get it out. It was then I realized that I didn’t write music for other people but rather as a means to remember how I felt and what I learned. Yellow Trees was born. The road is long; it drives through love and heart ache, happiness and despair, friendships and wars. And just because the road begins to fade does not mean its time to turn around. ]]> Rainfallwarning Wed, 09 May 2007 01:35:53 +0100 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 Every one wants change to happen when time passes. I sit down for coffee with an old friend I had not seen in years. We both talk about how we’ve changed and that all the things that drive us apart no longer exist. Just as we’re about to make a break through an announcement come through the intercom, “Can I have your attention please, to the owner of a red pick up truck, license plate 1810 HC your lights are on.” That was me, I always leave my lights on. On my way to the truck I was reminded about how little things change and about how people pretend to be different but at the core they remain the same. That changed the rest of the conversation to reminiscing and laughing like ancient friends should. ]]> Rainfallwarning Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:44:17 +0100 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 I was at a wedding in the summer and I sat at a table with 9 other people I had never met before. Upon arriving at the table I could tell that one of us was different. The fellow across from me seemed distant, unapproachable, uncomfortable and almost disgruntled. I could tell that he did not want to talk when I asked him his name. Beer was on the house that night and there was no shortage, we all had a few, except him. He stooped over his coke, muttered something about the evils of alcohol, got up and left with out saying good-bye. It dampened the mood at the table a bit. The guy beside me stoically mused about how Christians never act like real, normal people and how they always seemed to live only for themselves and their beliefs. He said it made him hate the Church and he didn’t ever want to be a part of it. I thought about that for a while, about how people with strong beliefs often put their beliefs high above others and how that created such a large separation. The fellow didn’t have to drink at our table to fit in; he just had to not judge the rest of us. I was reminded how Jesus hung out with everyone regardless of lifestyle and he never judged. It was also an interesting concept for a song. I turned to fellow beside me and said, “I happen to be Christian, can I get ya another beer?” ]]> Rainfallwarning Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:42:48 +0100 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 I can't seem to upload the lyrics for the song 'Screaming our Loud'. I will put them here till I can get it to work. Screaming out loud. Its hard to love when its not enough Take a different road when you know its tough And climb up through the yellow trees The view around brought me to my knees You and I cry the same tears Different worlds and different fears Then I’ve broken the world I’ll call you on the phone But in that aperture its you alone And I will search for you till the ends of time And when I have no more I’ll have no regrets Am Em F G There’s dying stones and there’s broken glass They support the wheels of the past And the crimson sun it stains her skin But you can’t tell where, where it begins I’m screaming out loud Giving all the I have And if its not quite enough I’ll have no regrets I’m screaming out loud This is who I am I’m telling you I’m telling you now Busted up the road it ends But begins again perhaps its just a bend And now one cares what the weather brings I’m hoping you understand what I sing Every day the battle rages on Some are ahead and some are gone The light shines down upon the ground Everywhere around their falling down I will raise my hands I will surrender I could promise you the worlds but I gave you today These unknowns have opened us In the world we discuss And I could have said so here it ends Instead I said so here it begins So I was thinking about yesterday and how little things changed I guess you knew me then why wouldn’t you still know me now ]]> Rainfallwarning Sun, 30 Sep 2007 19:54:07 +0100 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 I was driving up the Coquihalla highway this summer. This route is fast and steep as it climbs through the high mountain passes of Southwestern British Columbia. I had intended to get off at small interior town but I missed my exit. Those who have driven this road know that missing a turn off can add many kilometers to the journey. Indeed there wasn’t a turn around nor an exit for over half and hour. During my slight detour I began to realize that parts of my life were like the road I was on. I felt as though I had missed some key exits and as a result I was stuck in a rut. I decided to take a risk and I took the next exit and ventured down a new road that I had not traveled on before. This road has been a bit rough and difficult to follow but the views are amazing! ]]> Rainfallwarning Sun, 30 Sep 2007 19:53:49 +0100 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 I had the opportunity to bring a good group of friends on a tour of the Gulf Islands (Southwestern BC) this summer. It was over a long weekend and I knew the place would be busier then normal (these islands are never really busy). I new, however, a few places to go that would be roughly uninhabited so we could enjoy the beauty without the annoyance of crowds. Not only was our neighboring camp site invaded by loudest screaming children possible but it seemed that everywhere we went someone was already there or someone would sit near by and manage to ruin the moment. One evening we had discovered an impressive rocky point to explore and relax while we enjoyed the sunset. As the sky began to perform we began to focus our attention on it. No one spoke as the peace overcame everyone’s spirit. Just as I thought that this was the perfect moment that I had been searching for loud voices became apparent all around. A large group of people had invaded the rocky point that really wasn’t big enough for everyone. The moment was gone, the sun was down and we surrendered the spot to the other group wondering why they had chosen that spot when there were other spots near by that would have accommodated them. I came home frustrated and mostly un-relaxed. I realized however, that it wasn’t the other people that ruined the moment but me letting them ruin the moment. I had spent so much time trying the find the perfect spot, trying to find the perfect moment and trying to escape the crowds that I had forgotten to enjoy the trip. I came home and wrote the song “Reservation”. ]]> Rainfallwarning Sun, 30 Sep 2007 19:53:38 +0100 http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/8790 It seems apparent that humans were not designed to stand alone. Groups of people stand together to create the good times in the hopes that they will stand up against the bad and to do that it took more strength then I had known. We fought hard for one another, defended one another, fed one another. What happens though, when one falls? Sickness or tragedy strike with a fear grater then any knew. We all would go great lengths to help the situation, some stayed up late pacing and thinking, other were in the hospital, one stayed up and wrote a song, on top of that we all prayed. Whether or not we believe it would do anything was irrelevant because that was what we were called to do. So we pray. ]]> Rainfallwarning Tue, 02 Oct 2007 15:44:01 +0100