I could start with his back story, but questions concerning Athens, New York, and his subsequent relocation from the little college music town that could, to the bustling borough that always has, do not draw many wide eyed revelations. Of course, why should they? Ask a man if he likes where he lives, receive a shrug, a smile, and a simple yes, and move on. Next question.
No, where
Matthew Houck abandons his tendency to trail off somewhere past mid thought (yet offering just enough insight to let you know where he was headed all along)
where the stumbles, stutters, and awkward I dont knows give way to the kind of thought, articulation, and passion I presume to be buried in the man
concerns the one and only thing that brought us together on a Wednesday night in Williamsburg Brooklyn. His music.
KEEP READING
David Pitz
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MP3: Phosphorescent:: A Picture Of Our Torn Up Praise Pride
Phosphorescent @ MySpace
