"Our music, It was an old friend waiting in the attic to be played with, it was the comfort of something familiar but new."
The name of our Album::
We have been doing this thing for close to a decade. Through homelessness, arrests, fights, family, growing, medical issues, and all the facets of life in general. It is a constant climb, we have gained insight over the years but we still strive for the best possible art we can put out there. Through all of this, changing fads and trends, tastes, years and just the droll churning of time, we have seen it all. And this upcoming album is a comment on this, sometimes arduous and painful, process of time. No matter what crazy circumstance we went through, the most recent being the medical issues and scares of our own #drummer, we had each other. We had our support, the people that cheered for us from the sidelines while we were trying to figure it out. This album is a testament to our perseverance and an undying belief that this is forever, art and Music is eternal, the only thing that lives on past the short breath and confines of life.
Por Vida in #Spanish means “For Life” and it became a motto, slogan and mantra for the band when things got hard.
It means whatever you are faced with, do it with all of your power and life. It means that you must be committed to your disciplines for life. It means have heart, integrity and a power beyond yourself to conquer the present plight.
It is this reason our upcoming album is named after this philosophy.
Our new album is called
#music #newmusic #spotify #indiemusic #musicians #Vida
A “band” is one letter away from “Brand”.
I struggled with this one for a long time, a mantra that I told myself when dealing with the difference between the integrity of the so-called “art” and the commerce, the sale, the business of it.
Our industry is volatile. It’s brutal and unforgiving. The hours and years of anguish honing your craft, pouring yourself into songs, not forgetting the immeasurable amount of time it takes to put a microphone up to a guitar amp to track and record those songs or the mixing, tweaking and finally mastering. The countless minutes of publishing, putting your music up on platforms, blind emailing blogs, radio stations and tastemakers, do they have any concept of how much it takes to fix a sonic idea into a fixed audio medium? Do they only look for what will sell? Am I good enough? Does anyone even care? Do I care?
These scenarios are an infinitesimally small analysis of the arduous thought process musicians and creators undergo at any given time of the day.
Have heart, have hope. Don’t look at others and compare. Root for those that have figured it out. Build this community up, don’t tear each other down. The same social disenfranchisement that a lot of musicians faced when they turned to a guitar or music for the first time is the same thing that pushes others away when we are dealing with the independent community. Be excited about others success’s and learn from pitfalls and failures. This is a marathon not a sprint.
Your Band is your Brand. What are you saying without any words? Who are you trying to be and who are you really? I used to rely heavily on”vanity analytics” or the social media shit that doesn't really matter. “oh they got so many plays and likes” or “man they just started and they already have more followers and are on tour.”
If all of our journeys were exactly the same, what a bleak and boring creative world we would be saturated with. Social media, like all other tools are meant to engage the people that matter to you, don’t let the noise affect the way you use. Build your Brand. If some one were to ask you who you were, in a sentence, 20 words or less would you be able to give the heart of your music and mission?
Is it raucous frivolity and fun? Is it heartfelt and emotive longing for the past? What is it? Who are you?
In the end the music speaks for itself I suppose, but with so much noise its sometimes hard to hear what some amazing musicians are whispering in the hum.
I wrote this, in a way, to encourage our community. To say “have faith and heart”. Push onward and work. And I also wrote this in a way to encourage myself, to have faith and to push onward. It’s a changing social and technological environment that we walk in, we have moved the dynamics of how we consume media and music.
At the end of the day, the message of the music still functions the same way it has since the art was first recognized and codified. It moves us. Music makes us better, so be better for it. Have a great day everyone, and lets work.
We are building a collaborative playlist for independent artist to help gain traction and most of all build a community.
If you are on Spotify, follow the link, give us a follow, we will follow back, and add one of your songs to the playlist at the top of our page.
Let’s build each other up and make this community great.
Love ya’ll and remember. CP is for Life.
#CPporVida #music #newmusic #DIY #indie #spotify #itunes #writing#musicindustry
I haven’t gotten around to making this post because 1. I didn't want to and 2. I didn't believe it was happening and 3. I was resentful because it was happening.
On August 16th, 2017 Sterling was admitted to an intensive care unit in Orange County, California, near the same hospital he was born in.
For the last 4 weeks he has undergone numerous surgeries and procedures to save his life. He was dying.
On August 20th, the whole band went down to his hospital room, his family and girlfriend had been at his side ceaselessly and had cared for him without relent.
On the eve of August 23rd, Sterling was rushed into emergency surgery.
As of this date, Sterling has had another emergency surgery on August 25th.
I am not going to use the same tired tropes utilized by the vast majority of social media to talk about this. I am not going to say “Sterling is literally the best guy I know, please pray for him!”
I am not going to deface the authenticity of his friendship by some tired bullshit.
I am going to sit here and tell you like it fucking is.
My best friend is sick as a dog. He has almost died multiple times, he has had his colon removed and doctors are still trying to bring him back to life.
I am not going to sugar coat this because I know Sterling like a brother, and he never has, nor ever will make shit seem better than it is. He is the brutal realist that is much needed in my life, because he balances my bullshit idealism out and tells me how it is. At the same time I could always use my farfetched idealism to convince Sterling and the rest of the band that we should record our songs.
So here we are. A temporal splaying of the discography and times of our band while an integral part of this whole is recovering from trauma in the hospital.
Our next album is done. Written and ready to record and share.
But that is not what we care about. This band has always been a couple of friends that agree on some shit, laugh at a lot of shit, and talk shit on all of it.
Because this band, Castle Pines, is a group of friends that rely on each other, we would rather have the parts that make the whole be healthy than be a fallacy.
We don’t apologize, for not releasing a new album, for not keeping up with the bullshit, for not appeasing the stuff that doesn't matter.
At the end of our lives, the people that matter to us are the ones we know by name and can see when we are playing these songs.
Our main concern is the recovery to health of our brother Sterling.
Castle Pines is Sterling Fairfield. Castle Pines is Jesse Briseño Castle Pines is Ricky Garvey. Castle Pines is Leandro Barrientos.
And as always, please remember that
#CP is forever
“That’s exactly what Paco said to Harvey when both him and Harvey landed on the planet of Mandoloids. Tired and angry at one another. Being a bunch of assholes.”
Moony looked off at the wispy heat of clouds rising into evaporated nothing.
“Harvey and Paco had been in that junk heap of a space ship for the better half of 7 months, floating around out there in the Cassiopeia constellation system. Lots of big bright super nova’s and swirling and quiet space dust and they were stuck in this greasy sail ship of the sky.”
A wiry and subtle smile started to take shape at the right side of Carls mouth,
“They were flying out there? They were flying out there in outer space huh? Moon? They were making dinners in the spaceship?”
Moony smiled with the bottle in his mouth and spilled cheap, bottom shelf whiskey on his chest.
“Hell yeah they were making all kinds of food on that spaceship, thats why it was so greasy. The both of them were on a mission, but the space council made sure they could eat all the things they liked. Plenty of helpings of canned beans and sauce and freeze dried pork bits and crispy plantain chips and banana mush. They had onions and potatoes and Paco would cook one night and Harvey would take kitchen duties, they ate really well, probably better than they would eat here on earth.”
Carls smirking mouth changed from a half built smile to him licking his lips,
“They eatin’ bananas and fried pork?”
“Not just that, they had 9 barrels of flour and oil so they could make tortillas and breads and they were eating a finer way than any of the kings and presidents and emperors here.” Harvey finished the last 2 sips of his whiskey,
“They had to eat well on the count of them searching for the Mandoloids and the bomb they were making. Harvey needed at least 8 hours of sleep and Paco couldn’t disarm a thing if he wasn’t eating good, wholesome meals.”
Watching all the people I grew up beside
Fade away into something they don't recognize
this city was built for the lonely to run and hide
We gave up our dreams you can see it in our eyes.
and every mornin’ we wonder whats beyond
A circle city and ramshackle town
I got to break free from the drunks and vagabonds
escaping the weight of the fate that holds me down
darling i see the spark of life in you
do you remember the what your mother said?
“promise me this, beware everything you do
if your not careful you’ll wind up dead”
in the ground of a town that don't give a damn
it don't play favorites or on your team
we’re gonna break free from this boring land
even if its only in our dreams.