dreams are just like melodies

BUZZsession: Mexico - Beat Radio from the WILD honey pie on Vimeo.

typewriter of doom!

thanks to Eric from the Wild Honey Pie for taking some rad videos of our Bell House show a couple weeks back. Here's "Memoir of a Lightning Bolt."

BUZZsession: Memoir of a Lightning Bolt - Beat Radio from the WILD honey pie on Vimeo.

interview

hey guys, here's an interview i did with the wild honey pie backstage at the bell house in brooklyn. awkward for life!

Exclusive Interview: Brian Sendrowitz of Beat Radio from the WILD honey pie on Vimeo.

Will have some live clips from the show to post soon.
also, finishing up 2 more new songs this week!

best,
bri

...and in the end shoot back

I talk about The Diggs alot. They're probably my favorite band. They're also great friends. All their songs mean alot to me but this one especially, for lots of reasons. The lyrics are taken from the unfinished novel of a friend of ours who passed away a few years back. From the first time i heard it the melody of this song pulled me in. It's sort of always with me.

This is for Brendan.

you can hear the original version of the song here (via music is art)

golden age

This is a song about getting your hopes up, and allowing yourself to dream of bigger things. My wife Liz called me out on something recently - I always play down my ambition, either with self-deprecating humor, or just a calculated lack of imagination. I make plans and get excited about things, but only to a certain point. If I don't get my hopes up, I don't allow myself the chance to fail. Under the guise of being realistic, I shelter myself from the possibility of dissappointment. I know this sounds new age-y, but fuck it. The truth is I want big things for Beat Radio. Beat Radio is about ambition. This song is about laying it all on the line, and expecting everything in return. It's about believing in your dreams.

here are the lyrics:

I'm getting ready for the golden age
All my trouble's gonna fade away
And I can remember when I felt so small
Next thing I know I'm ten feet tall

Sunday morning, there's a fever in the street
I'm going back to the places where we used to meet
Its been a long long time but I feeling the pull
my head is open, my heart is full

I feel a little bit nervous but I'm not afraid
I wanna make good on the plans we made
I love you now like I loved you then
And I'll never make those same mistakes again.

I'm letting go of all the things that I can't control
Got may headphones on, playing "silver soul"
All my dreams are real
All my debts are paid
I'm getting ready for the golden age


I'm getting ready for the golden age
All my troubles gonna fade away
And I can remember when I felt so small
Next thing I know I'm ten feet tall
Now I don't feel anything at all

everything follows

i've been reading lots of henry miller lately.

Alternate title: "Electric Apostle"

here are the lyrics:

I was going somewhere
Letting go of what I held so close
Cause everything follows
once you've given up the ghost

I was on my way home
You were burning in effigy
I was singing for the punk rock girls
With the tattoo sleeves

Can't go back to feeling like it did before
Cause its just not who we are anymore
You said "its not fate, its just circumstance."
And its our last chance
And its our last chance

But I'm sending transmissions and memories
And I'm Pounding sonnets into typewriter keys
Because I can't wake up from this sea sick trance
And its our last chance
And its our last chance

Red and yellow roses
Letters that I sent to you
Paperbacks and mix tapes
I couldn't take away your blues

You're an actor's actor
A luminary of the screen and stage
Electric apostle
Of the modern age

The show is over now, everything fades away
No more songs to play

Can't go back to feeling like we did before
Because its just not who we are anymore
You said "its not fate, its just circumstance."
And its our last chance
And its our last chance
But I'm sending transmissions and memories
And I'm Pounding sonnets into typewriter keys
Because I can't awaken from this sea sick trance
And its our last chance
And its our last chance

hope you like it. play it loud!

best,
bri

cold war

this is a new song called "cold war." i wrote this song with evan duby. he plays guitar in beat radio now. he also writes his own songs, knows daniel johnston, and created a cartoon about a superhero version of john oates' moustache. it's like a real cartoon. we also wrote "follow you around" together. i like collaborating. it's fun. also, brian ver straten took this photo, and played drums on both of these new songs, which was super exciting for me, first time trying to record drums in here in my basement. also, this song started out with an instrumental track of me making weird sound collages out of 4-track tapes i recorded in high school.

here are the lyrics:
I woke up late to find
Out
I'm alone

And its heavy on my mind
And I
Wanna know

Where have you been?
You're dissapearing all the time

Are you back now
With your old friends?
Just a vampire
For the weekend?
In your old hometown
Does it bring you down
To be back again?

And the party's over now
I'm on the street
When I'm lost amongst a crowd
I feel so free
Got a restless heart
And we've lost our way somehow

And I'm hiding
From the daylight
Its a cold war
But I'm alright
In your old hometown
Do familliar sounds
Keep you up at night?

Are you back now
With your old friends
Just a vampire
For the weekend
Have I seen you for the last time?
Will I know you
In the next life?
And I'm hiding
From the daylight
Its a cold war
But I'm alright
Are we close now
To the free fall?
Did you break down
The berlin wall?
Should I venture
Into slipstream?
Are we working
Toward the same dream?