March 25th 2011 was the 100th anniversary of the Triangle Shirt Factory fire. Let's remember those that lost their lives, why it happened, and honor the strides made since.
I will be releasing a new EP next month titled The Leak. It's a response to the Gulf oil spill and will be out on the 1 year anniversary of the disaster. Triangle Shirt Factory will be playing several full band release shows with Bean Pitonak on bass and Jeff Meyers on drums. Visit Reverbnation.com/triangleshirtfactory to preview a song that will be on the EP called Wet Dog. Enjoy, share, and keep checking back for more updates.
Much love,
- Trevor
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Music Is My Therapy
The kind people over at praiseforwallflower.com are featuring TSF. Check it out here and leave a comment.
In youtube news, this week’s video is the song "M.I.M.T." from the Hello ep. It is about, very simply, the therapeutic nature of music. I wrote this song in my college dorm in Pittsburgh about 6 years ago when I was going through a tough time. I just thought, “It’s my way of getting through things. Music is my therapy.”
There’s something primal and soothing about a melodic voice, the vibrations of strings, rhythmic percussions…
What is your therapy? What about it calms you?
Check out our house dog, Indiana Jones, laying in the grass behind me.
In youtube news, this week’s video is the song "M.I.M.T." from the Hello ep. It is about, very simply, the therapeutic nature of music. I wrote this song in my college dorm in Pittsburgh about 6 years ago when I was going through a tough time. I just thought, “It’s my way of getting through things. Music is my therapy.”
There’s something primal and soothing about a melodic voice, the vibrations of strings, rhythmic percussions…
What is your therapy? What about it calms you?
Check out our house dog, Indiana Jones, laying in the grass behind me.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Don't forget your history
Today is the 98th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire. It is the 2nd worst workplace disaster in New York City history. Out of this tragedy came new legislation which required improved safety standards and helped strengthen workers' unions, particularly for women, which fought for safer and better conditions for sweatshop workers. As a result of the fire, the American Society of Safety Engineers was founded in New York City on October 11, 1911. The Asch building (where the factory was located) survived the fire and was named a National Historic Landmark in 1991. The building is now a part of New York University.
We study history to appreciate the struggles that those before us had to endure and to hopefully learn from the mistakes that were made. Although it seems that too often we repeat mistakes, making it seem as though we forgot our history. How do we break this cycle? How do we realize when we are running in circles and when we are making real progress?
Don't forget your history. Know your destiny. In the abundance of water only the fool is thirsty - Bob Marley
We study history to appreciate the struggles that those before us had to endure and to hopefully learn from the mistakes that were made. Although it seems that too often we repeat mistakes, making it seem as though we forgot our history. How do we break this cycle? How do we realize when we are running in circles and when we are making real progress?
Don't forget your history. Know your destiny. In the abundance of water only the fool is thirsty - Bob Marley
Friday, March 20, 2009
The First Day of Spring
Today is the Vernal Equinox. The day of the year when the sun crosses directly over the Earth’s equator, making the lengths of day and night equal. Equinox means equal night and this movement in March gives way to the spring season.
I love spring. All of the sensual growing inspires me in the most profound ways. In celebration, I have posted “Earth (To Humans)” on the TSF myspace music player. The essence of this song is echoed in the last line – “I want to watch life grow.”
When you go outside, listen for the birds singing in the trees. Look for the colors sprouting and petals opening. Inhale the hyacinths and daffodils. Admire the rebirth.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Mug
I slip my fingers through the handle and cup the hot ceramic. My hand burns when I hold on too long. Give it time. Let it cool. I bring my nose to the lip. Steam makes my eyes tear and dampens my face. Citrus from the lemon clings to the steam and rises. I place both my hands on either side of the mug and cross my thumbs. It’s as if I am praying. Everything slows down around me. I take a sip with a loud slurp and the tea burns my tongue. This is the process of coming to know the warmth of patience.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Empty Booth
The clean silverware is delicately wrapped in its cloth napkin. The sugar packets grind against the splenda, push to the edges of dispenser. There are no spills to sop, no stains to scrub, no tips to collect, no customers to neglect. No gloves forgotten on the green cushion booth. No eggs frying in the kitchen or ice tumbling from the fountain. You can smell the coffee, simmering stale. A fire gasses by the tables. Not but one to warm their toes and fingers. The booth is empty. Place mats and menus set.
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