I witnessed Pedro the Lion perform their newly released record “Control”, was given a copy of Jeff Buckley’s “Grace”, and a friend told me about a guy named Elliott Smith. These were all spiritual moments, unlike anything I had experienced, unlike anything the man behind the pulpit could ever conjure up. And so I, like a born again believer, dug. With my bare hands, clawed my way out of the grave I was placed in as a child.
I passed religion like a fever to find myself. Running wild like a devil, as though I had escaped a life sentence, a concrete wall and beyond that, woven strands of steel and spirals, on and on. ”Even Jesus will never forgive what you do.” –Dylan
For reasons unknown, Bishop Killborne needs to say something and question everything. To make sense of sadness. To love and be loved. And, to make noise.
I met Adam Morgan in Santa Barbara in 2004 while playing an acoustic set at a wine bar. We collaborated for the years that followed. Just writing and recording, writing and recording, sifting through what seemed to be hundreds of songs, like leaves purged from my weathered frame, lying exposed on the soggy ground. Finding one’s voice can be a sad sight.
We found ourselves living in Austin in 2008, continuing this process of searching and sifting. Then, as circumstance allowed, we met Nick Price in 2011 and formed The American Spirit. We released two EP’s and after a brief hiatus, a relocation west to California, and a sudden burst of inspiration, again we are searching.
What started out as a folk/rock/Americana project is now becoming something more expansive. Bound less by a specific genre but playing more with vocal and rhythmic space. The more The American Spirit write, the closer we get to where we’re supposed to be, however unclear that destination is. All one can hope to do is move forward. And, collectively we hope to do just that.