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I'm a master of melodies but a mediocre musician at best. That's probably why Toy Band worked out so well. We play only children's toy electronic musical instruments. And we wear only purple and teal. Toy band started back at DePauw, when Pete and I stumbled upon a toy electronic guitar and a toy electronic drum kit sitting next to each other at a local Goodwill. We called it fate and got to work. You can read the whole touching story and listen to our songs at our MySpace: www.myspace.com/toybandmusic Anyway, Toy Band was almost a big deal for a while--we played the Whisky a Go-Go, Pop Montreal, even opened up for the Unicorns and hung out with them enough to make a cameo into their music video for Jellybones (in which Alden sports a Toy Band button!) But our batteries are dying and the toys are breaking... So save a select few venues with a high-priced guarantee, we're just about extinct. Time for me to learn my power chords. __________________________________________________
MTG was my attempt at Silverlake singer-songwriter status. (Read: a scheme to be considered a legitimate opening act for Jenny Lewis. Didn't happen.) Mostly, I found that I had a hard time acting serious. The songs, all written on my '92 Casio, ended up being the framework for what would become the Long Distants, but more on that later. Mandy the Great, now, isn't doing much. I might bring her back into the spotlight; I think she had potential. But I hear there's some biotch called Emmy the Great now, and I guess she's pretty cool, so... Enjoy some MTG selects at the official Mandy the Great MySpace. AND, here's an exclusive music video for my very first single, Adonis, directed by Emmy-winner Pete Ohs! __________________________________________________
This is an amazing story. And maybe it should never be told. Maybe it should be kept private. But whatever, it's my website, and I want to tell you, so I will. I finished my debut Mandy the Great EP, My First Time, when I was in living in LA. Pete and I, under the strain of a 2000-mile barrier, had just called it quits. (You can tell from the album cover [Fig. 1] that my loneliness lead to bloating.) Fig. 1: Bloating
My songs were good. They were sad. They were sincere. But there was definitely an "incompleteness" to them that my crappy Casio and lack of Garage Band skillz couldn't do much to remedy. And I couldn't help but reminisce about the good ol' Toy Band days, when two heads were better than one. But alas, it was a new chapter, and I was going to embrace it the best I could. 53 days later, Pete called. He had been stalking me on MySpace and saw that I "released" a solo album. He wanted to hear it. I sent it to him. Valentine's Day 2006. A package came in the mail. It was from Pete. It was nice. A card. Candy. Silk roses. But there was a CD in there too, unmarked. I put it in my computer. I almost fell out of my chair when the music came in. It was all my Mandy the Great songs, rich and swollen with beautiful, thoughtful production. My songs were real, they were complete, they were perfect. My partner, my bandmate, my boyfriend was back. And so the Long Distants were born. __________________________________________________ Mandy Jane and the Terrible Twos
My dad always told me I had a country voice. For years he said he'd take me to Nashville and make me a star, but of course I never appreciated that until Jenny Lewis went the country route, by which time my once-willing benefactor had given up on me to focus his efforts on selling second-hand golf balls through Craigslist. Ah well, I teased my hair and decided to give it a go on my own. I've only played one show as Mandy Jane. Still trying to work out the kinks on the Terrible Twos. Ideally, I'm looking for a brilliant slide guitarist and/or banjoist and a particularly happy drummer. If you fit either description and are ok with being upstaged to Gwen Stefani proportions, you should contact me! Mandy Jane and the Terrible Twos Official MySpace Page __________________________________________________
Inspired by Kanye West, Ad-Rock, and a neon bow on Pete's shoes, Chartreuse Laces is my hip-hop persona. I'm presently working on a female empowerment rap with a really sweet hook. And my debut album is called "Bitch, You Don't Know Chartreuse From Cerulean." This is exciting stuff. But I'm gonna have to drop a lot of dough at American Apparel if I'm really gonna see this act out the way I want. Chartreuse Laces MySpace, Bitch. __________________________________________________ IKMA It stands for I Kill Myself Always. It's hardcore. So am I. Pictures and music when I feel like it.
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