Peace, Loving

S p          a                      ce is t h e         m ostimportant                p a r t           o f
s o u n d.

Per                             son
(means being)           (root of sound)
Space is the mostimportant part of us, too.

Peace, Loving was born of whatever element is given to children who grow up close to the sea. Their sounds roll with the precision of tides. Intuition drives their live performances from the undusted corners of sonic history into the                  volcanic boiling of their                                                 collected gospel.
Peace, Loving creates the music of junkyards in a vibrant heat; the clattering of nails might remind you of scarecrows or hurricanes and it is necessary like the sawing of wood is necessary to      build.          America was built upon such sounds, lest we forget.
there are dark songs         that arrive your heart when branches in a forest feel like the arms of strangers. Peace, Loving have whispered those songs into conch shells, and recorded them into handheld tape         recorders.
       We are living in an age where storytellers have to compete with so much more than just superstition. Decades have become snapshots of consciousness,                                Memories have                 become snapshots of decades. It is essential, for growth, to plant seeds,                                                                             however difficult or confusing or surprising                                         a process that
might be for the earth or the hands, or the heart.

Peace, Loving is comprised of a Shaker, foam. calamity. Sun, pot. Boo, gracious. f.ray, shores, feralaxe among many others.

Collective vision is vital ; harmony and discord comeandgo come and go.
                                                                                  everyone has a way of telling their
living.

Peace, Loving has so much more to uncover.

» Peace, Loving (MySpace)
» Peace, Loving rehearsal video by Michael Murie

Debbie and the Bullets

Racous is the first letter of Debbie’s name. This band is for anyone who can’t remember the first time they heard the Rolling Stones, anyone who’s got soul, anyone who loves to shake it or wants to love to shake it.

A long time Whitehaus family favorite, Debbie and the Bullets started as a voice that could mesmerize any room. The guitar burst in, wild and elated, and then a band bloomed. All the time there was swagger in the hips and truth belting out to the roof beams.

Frances Joeseph Deignan is Debbie, the man, the mouth, the American Dream. In Summer of 2007, our dear Debbie released the album Debbie right before he left for Kazakhstan for a stint in the Peace Corps. For the last year and a half, on his solo tour he’s been rocking the wild bars of Almaty with the sounds of Chuck Berry and the spirit of a New England coastal town.

He’ll sweep you off your feet and tell you all about his history. All the while, you will snub out any remaining ember of cynicism and give yourself over to Rock and Roll, to love, and maybe even to America.

The Bullets are the band with the biggest sounds and the tightest riffs. Harmony is an essential piece of the Debbie sound. From rowdy bar songs about bawdy girls to howling shanties about life on an island, all you can hear are voices. Debbie and the Bullets will be closing out the first half of Blastfest 2009, and they are absolutely not to be missed.

» Debbie and the Bullets (MySpace)

Peace, Loving and Debbie And The Bullets were written by Casey Rocheteau, new new American poet, who will be performing at Blastfest.