The Yarrows

(the backstairs paintworn and croaking 8 or…9…10…the hedges are untrimmed and dripping on amps pushed through…Matt’s worried about damage…and harmonies…Pierce is still looking at the bottom of the espresso cup the crema stains looking for a map there like throwing bones…and the commuter train comes screaming into town or the borrowed car no that’s Scott’s car but it never looks familiar…Scott has coffee too but no crema and a new haircut sharp as a blade of grass…someone was talking about narrowing the distance between the ordinary and the extraordinary…”this is the world have faith”…and that could be Black Sabbath grinding through near shut windows as Jack though the last to join is the first to arrive…it’s surprisingly warm for this time of year…)

Hi fellas…

(or the car, crackled and old enough to drink…who’s in the back…Pierce’s brought a record that doesn’t get played…from feed-corn fields to the commuter cul-de-sacs and on through the subdivisions…“this all used to be farms” stops here…the vernacular fades away and then returns, row houses and condos where warehouses used to be…there’s a bridge, a tunnel, some water crossing…“o you who turn the wheel and look to windward”…and this is the place, have faith…)

Check…

(or two rooms with seemingly dozens of lamps but no light to speak of…all LED’s and a pedal bass and a picture of Bob Dylan taped to one door…this is where it starts again or starts to get really good anyhow…Scott brings a new bass line and it bounces off the walls like mercury…they’ve been waiting without knowing that they’ve been waiting…listening without knowing what to listen for…”this is just to say I have eaten the plums…forgive me…they were…so sweet and so cold”…1-2-3-4-1-2…)

One.

The Yarrows are:
– Matthew & Pierce Backes (vocals, guitar)(New Jersey)
– Scott Barcalow (bass, vocals)(New York City)
– Jack Firneno (drums)(Philadelphia)

DISCOGRAPHY

Plum -CD-

ARTIST LINKS

http://www.theyarrows.com/

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