Halloween Masquerade EP Release Party with Forrest Day

Halloween Masquerade EP Release Party with Forrest Day

Ghost & the City, Eliquate

Fri · October 31, 2014

Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm

$16 adv / $18 door

This event is all ages

Forrest Day
Forrest Day
The rhythms of hip-hop provide a placemat for nervously melodic splendor and a melting pot of genres. What are we to call this compellingly oddball mélange of rock, rap, jazz, reggae, and other influences, all in sway to some of the most mirthfully self-conscious streams of consciousness you've ever heard? We could call it attention-deficit-disorder rock. Or maybe we should just call it Forrest Day, the Bay-area bandleader who's releasing his self-titled full-length debut on the Ninth Street Opus label.

Cohorts include guitarist Terrell Liedstrand, a bandmate of Day's since they were both 15, and bassist John Sankey, another high school buddy. Keyboard player Nick Wyner also came on board when the band was founded in 2006, and Jasper Skydecker joined up as their first full-time drummer a year later. When they went into the studio together for the first time, it was with several years of live performances under their belts and a chemistry that Day wanted to capture—and ever-so-slightly digitally tamper with.

"We hit analog tape with everything, but then dumped it into ProTools to manipulate it there," says Day, who produced the album himself. "So a lot of it is like a big marriage between actual performance and then, in editing, turning some of the songs into loops—though it doesn't really sound like it, because it's so analog-sounding." Day also points out that "there's not a sample on the record. We brought in real violin players, who were in the room with real saxophones."

Day's amusingly confessional songwriting dabbles in social commentary about corporate greed ("Hoarders") and our overmedicated society ("Meds"), among other concerns. But he returns again and again to everyday struggles common to itinerant musicians and non-musicians alike: bad bosses, lost jobs, debt collectors, and the girlfriend as muse or unwitting patron of the arts. There's an elaborate work ethic apparent in these meticulously crafted tunes that would seem to put the lie to lyrics that talk about being dreamy, uncertain, and aimless. What we have on this striking debut, then, is a collection of incredibly focused anthems for an unfocused generation.

Says Day: "A lot of the music has this kind of laughing-at-life type of feel—a tragicomic attitude." The songs tend toward the distinctly autobiographical, starting with the opening "Sleepwalk," which is "about my interesting night habits," he says. "I'm one of those crazy adults that still sleepwalks. I'll wake up in great pain in different areas of the house." These night terrors are "very disorienting and horrific"—and also, he admits, for the purposes of the song, at least, "pretty damn funny." The most upbeat number is "Baby Shoe," a song instigated by a euphoric moment of dancing Day and his then-girlfriend did at a gas station stop. The most frustrated one may be "Assholes," an I-would-take-this-job-and-shove-it-if-I-hadn't-already-been-fired anthem. "Meds" was born "from the idea that so many people have given up on themselves and the power of their own mind to do things instead of the power of the pill. Pharmaceutical companies have encouraged us to give up a sense of responsibility," he says—before getting off the soapbox and adding with a chuckle: "At the same time, I smoke weed, so it's not all this serious message." Then there's "Everybody's Fucking With My Mind." "That song," he patiently explains, "is about how everybody's fucking with my mind."

There is a considerable strain of mirth running through the songs on Forrest Day, but also a strangely inspiring mixture of self-empowerment and self-confessed insanity. "Life isn't one-sided," Day says. "It's nice to be able to share more than one emotion. The last song, 'It's Just Me,' is the epitome of that tragicomic feel. The verses are about the everyday things—debt collectors, not having a job, your girlfriend's the breadwinner, mooching off her—and I deliver it pretty dryly, like I'm telling the news. But then the chorus has more feeling behind it." As he sings: "Got a song in my heart/My head's a balloon."

Easy descriptions of Forrest Day's rangy sound defy longtime fans as well as newcomers. "I've heard everything, really," Day says. "I get 'theatrical,' I get 'rock,' I get Sublime, I get 'rap-rock'…" He's not about to embrace this last tag, even though the music has its recitative moments. "Some of the stuff, I describe it almost more like jazz scat," he explains. It may be telling that the biggest influences of Day's youth were early Jay-Z and Frank Sinatra. "Every once in a while someone says they can hear the jazz in my voice, even on a song that's not necessarily jazz-influenced. I do think Frank is in there somewhere."

If those influences sound slightly conflicted, imagine Day growing up obsessed, like so many of his peers, with hip-hop… while also being a teenaged sax maniac, devoted to an instrument that doesn't get a lot of use on hip-hop records. Or even rock ones, anymore. "I've been in love with the saxophone since I was really young," he says. "I was a little kid in the '80s, and that's when they had all those big, sweeping sax solos in pop music. I remember listening to the sax solos on, like, Billy Ocean," he laughs. "But I also grew up on jazz and loved Stan Getz." When his attention inevitably moved on to punk and hip-hop, Day developed an affinity for spending hours in the studio creating beats, but he never put down his reedy first love.

Day financed the recording of this eponymous debut himself. Unfortunately, having stretched his credit to the max, he didn't have any left over to actually do a master-grade mix. That quandary led, in a serendipitous way, to his signing with Ninth Street Opus. Trying to think of a patron who could put up the money to finish the project, he went through the cards in his wallet, and found one he'd picked up at South by Southwest a year earlier: Wayne Skeen, the CEO of Ninth Street Opus. "I was looking at his card like, Opus Music Ventures? What the hell is this? And it ended up being the answer to my prayers, even though I don't pray." He didn't realize he was random-dialing a label chief, who would not only want to invest in album completion but sign the band to a recording contract.

A few years back, Day had a split musical personality as he was fronting two separate Bay-area bands. By himself, he had recorded an EP of largely electronic, even-keeled hip-hop in 2006, and soon thereafter he formed a band under his own name to play that solo music live. His other outlet was a punk band called Sitting Duck, "where I was just a screamer, and I released the craziest energy and got all my anger out." The twain needed to meet. When he finally was forced to make a choice between the two groups—because he had no voice left after the punk shows to do any other types of gigs—he chose Forrest Day, i.e., the band that bore his own moniker. But he also became determined to migrate some of the defunct group's manic qualities into the Forrest Day group's more moderate hip-hop ethos, "and that's when the band got really good. Even though we're not a punk band, there's a big element of punk energy in our show."

"I've heard myself described as an 'everyman' before," Day allows. "I just think I go out on stage with no bullshit. I'm a musician and a songwriter first, and to the extent I'm a 'performer,' that just happens because that's me up on stage under bright lights with a microphone. If I'm not in a good mood, then I don't pretend to be, though I give my all at every show. Some shows, I might be a little bit madder, so the rock songs are just more aggressive. Or if I'm in a great mood and I've been drinking Patron, then the hip-hoppier type songs are more awesome and the dancing is really fun. That's the good thing about being in a diverse band: you don't have to feel the same goddamn thing every night. When I play shows, it's to share what I'm thinking or feeling through music. We're not there to be monkeys or clowns, we're there to be who we are." Which, as it turns out, is a pretty interesting bunch of guys.
The Live Band:
Ghost & the City
Ghost & the City
With spectral grooves, caressing textures and luminescent melodic hooks, Ghost & the City’s new EPTIMEcaptures cool blue light in a bottle with a sensuous trip-hop jazz sound. Emerging from Oakland’s thrumming underground music scene, the ensemble melds the alluring vocals of soulstress Kia Fay, the elastic beats of drummer Will Jenkins, and the lyricallycharged keyboard and synth work of Ash Maynor, who also writes most of the material. Featured trumpeterRoss Eustis offers a burnished brass foil to Kia Fay’s buttery voice, all enfolded in luscious sound design by Aki Ehara, a sought-after studio wizard who’s produced tracks for innovative Bay Area acts such as Bell Atlas, Trails and Ways, and Make Under (while also playing bass for Oakland’s esteemed neo-soul outfit The Seshen).

The DNA for Ghost & the City’s new sound is evident on the group’s 2015 EPPatchwork Soul, which led to gigs opening for heavyweights likeHiatus Kaiyote, The Internet, and Shabazz Palaces. But the songs onTIMErepresent an evolutionary sonic leap, with intricately crafted soundscapes that evoke the excitement and dismay of a region undergoing cultural tectonic shifts. While the group’s sound emanates from tomorrow, timeless musical values are embodied in the EP’s sole cover, a riveting rendition of Bobby Womack’s late-career masterpiece “Please Forgive My Heart.”

Rapidly gaining notice as a signature West Coast musical force, Ghost & the City continues to hone a sound that embraces a multiplicity of styles while melting away from superficial labels.TIMEis slated for release in spring 2018.
Eliquate is a live alt indie / hip hop group based out of Santa Cruz, CA, comprised of MC Elliot Wright, Producer/Guitarist Jamie Schnetzler (Snack-One), joined by bassist Cosmo Stevens, drummer Dan Wells, and Tanner Christiansen on Monome/Keys/Samples. Blending Hip-Hop production and ethics, with the high energy of an amped up rock show, the group turns any venue into an engaging and intelligent party. Drawing from Jazz, Folk, Electronic, Funk/Soul, and Psychedelic samples and influences, the sound comes out enticingly eclectic yet vaguely familiar.
Venue Information:
The Chapel
777 Valencia Street
San Francisco, CA, 94110