Balance and Composure

Daytrotter Session - Nov 29, 2012

Balance and Composure – Daytrotter Session – Nov 29, 2012
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  1. Welcome to Daytrotter
  2. Fade
  3. Stonehands
  4. Void
  5. Burden

Balance and Composure music is occupied with folks who could sit down into a chair, a couch or on the edge of a bed and burn their way clean through it, the way the hot end of a cigarette could lodge a dark-ringed hole into a tee-shirt or jacket. The things that they touch get singed. They steam with a focus, with emotion and a conviction that’s unlike what most people possess. They are songs about swimming in the deep end, feeling at times that there’s no way you’re going to be able to keep your energy level up, feeling yourself sinking under the weight of muscle failure and exhaustion, then shockingly recovering to paddle some more. It’s about rejuvenation and tapping into the reserves that know one knew were still there – or never knew to look into, to take inventory of, to call on, to forge forward and chop through the tape, the vines, the brambles, the thorns and the bullshit.These are the moments when you can hearing the crashing of cars and sensations, when they wail just to be noticed, to be eased down from off the roof. These people aren’t troubled, but they have their troubles, just like everyone does. They’re doing their best to sift through them and deal with them in appropriate manners. They’re trying to separate themselves from the fog and the sluggish familiarity, the status quo and the less dedicated.Lead singer Jonathan Simmons, guitarist Andrew Slaymaker, bassist Matthew Warner, guitarist Erik Peterson and drummer Van Ellis, from the Doylestown, Pennsylvania, group engineer an attitude that feels difficult to stifle or put down. It’s full of resiliency and resolve, with a general sense of blasting through all obstacles, thinking that you might want to drift away and make “a big escape,” but Simmons is fairly certain that, “The world doesn’t really want you to fade.” You should just stick around, keep plugging away, even when the towel’s lying right there, ready to be thrown.