Band Bio

John Common & Blinding Flashes of Light

JOHN COMMON sometimes wishes he were a filmmaker or a painter.  But due to a run-in with his older brother's record collection at an impressionable age, he ended up with an obsession for making music instead.

John writes a lot of songs -- mostly because if he didn't write them, they'd clog his mind and his heart, create a log jam of sorts and then he'd get stuck at stop lights and in coffee shop lines, mumbling incoherently to himself. He does those things less when he writes songs.

John makes records -- mostly because as fun as the architecture of songwriting can be, it closes a kind of karmic loop to actually build the house too.  You can sleep in those records.  They'll hold you, if you let them.  And even though making a record is very hard work, when it's done, you get to stand alone in your front yard with the door open and the record playing loudly and your neighbors pissed off but mostly understanding. That's when you look up at the stars through your cold breath and think to yourself, "God damn. We did it... this sounds lovely."

John plays shows with his friends -- mostly because, on a good night, he leaves his body down there on stage and just floats around with everyone else in the air.  And that makes all of the loading of gear and winding of strings worth it.

BLINDING FLASHES OF LIGHT
Blinding Flashes of Light stretch the traditional definition of a band.  It’s more like a collaborative crash pad where musicians, artists and friends cycle through, making music, films, written and visual art.  Current mainstays include the talented multi-instrumentalist Wes Michaels and the heart-breakingly soulful singer Jess De Nicola.  The band includes a long list of luminous Colorado musicians including Jimmy Stofer, Adam Revell, Carl Sorensen, Jon Wirtz, Jed Marrs, Kevin Meyer, Tom Germain, Scott Davies and others.

Each musician in Blinding Flashes of Light is an artistic force in their own right. Come to any show -- you'll hear it.  See their individual bios below.

BEAUTIFUL EMPTY
John Common & Blinding Flashes of Light are releasing a new record in 2010.  Beautiful Empty is a stunning collection of cinematic songs, lush orchestrations and gorgeous harmonies. Written and directed by Common, the new record comes from those stories and films that play in our head when we’re finally quiet and empty enough to pay attention. 

Beautiful Empty was born in Prague, written in front of a piano, and recorded in a wooden room.  These songs will pin you to the wall, break your heart or send you off to think for a while.

Hope you like it.

Individual Band Member Bios

Jess De Nicola - voice, songs

When Jess opens her mouth to sing, something strange happens--it suddenly becomes 1936.

You’re standing at the bar inside a supper club with a name like ‘The Magnolia Room’. It’s a hot and humid summer night. You’ve had one too many gin and tonics. You feel like anything is possible. The woman in the white dress singing on stage makes you blush. Is she singing directly to you? 

Yes. Jess is a time machine.

She's been singing since she was about 3 years old. Her voice will break your heart, but you'll thank her.  She's also a sweetheart.

Wes Michaels - cello, saxophones, mandolin

Wes often finds himself staring at walls. This isn’t his fault. It’s the logical result of being a musician who plays cello (a famously sad and contemplative instrument) and saxophone (a famously drunken, promiscuous, aphrodisiacal instrument). Wes is torn between the monkish callings of his cello and the dirty caterwauling of his horn. It’s really tearing him up inside. He spends most days just white knuckling it... until he can channel all that emotion into his playing.  It’s really quite something.

Oh, if you see him out on the street, DO NOT look directly into his eyes. Direct eye contact will set him off like a bottle rocket. Like an angry feral cat. One wrong move and he will bust out aikido moves all over your ass. You’ve been warned.

Adam Revell - rhodes, wurlitzer, organ, melodica, piano, samples

Adam is mute. Oh, he can talk. But he chose to communicate via other means years ago. Let me explain...

Adam's story began with a privileged birth into the 4th richest lumber baron family in North America.  Life was lush and easy for little Adam and his silver spoon.  Yes it was...

As a young lad, he cavorted and played in piles of antiseptically washed, 100 dollar bills in the back yard of one of the Revell Family mansions.  He used to innocently ask his au pairs "Where does all this money come from?"  They would just nod and murmer "Trees, baby. Trees."

As a child, Adam excelled at playing piano.  He impressed his childhood piano teachers with deft digital maneuvers and impressive displays of compositional theory.  Then one day, his father told him "Drop that music crap. It's time to grow up and be responsible."

You see, his mother and father were grooming him to become the Senior Vice President of Operations and, eventually, CEO of the family business.  He went to the finest prepatory schools and then, a certain American university whose name rhymes with Barvard.  All along the way, he studied in buildings with names like "Revell Hall" and "The International Revell Center for Advanced Lumber Studies".   Then one day at the age of 20 years old, Adam (who was then employed at one of the family mills for a summer job) stumbled upon the de-barking process where formerly majestic trees are stripped naked of their bark in preparation for quarter sawing.  He was cured of his Siddartha-like naievete in an instant and vowed to a) renounce his family's dirty tree money and b) speak only through music.

Yup, he walked away from all of that pine-scented money.  And he chose to stop "talking" and become one of the most artful and talented ex-lumber baron keyboard players in the world.  If you see Adam at a show, feel free to speak to him.  But he might just respond with a C#minor add 9 chord, which means "Please buy me a beer".

Casey Sidwell - bass

Casey Sidwell entered the federal witness protection program at the age of five. 

Here is what happened:

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After making it through that ordeal, barely, Casey decided to pursue a life in music... mainly because he's a people person and also because he views the ridiculous pay as his way of "giving back" after the huge government settlement. 

His specialty is the low end... which is more commonly referred to in Mexico as "la cosa espantosa que hace el ruido bajo".

Carl Sorensen - drums, percussion

Carl is Swedish. But I’ve never once seen him give anyone a massage. This gross oversight on his part is only partially remedied by the fact that he’s one of the most creative, most angular, most non-obvious drummers you’ll ever hear. He’s got wisdom beyond his years. Which is saying something, because Carl is 87 years old. Watch out though. Carl is a violent man. Not personally violent... He wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he DOES wantonly breaks glassware wherever he goes. This clearly belies some unresolved, deep-seated issues. When the band finally “makes it”, they all agreed to fund some intensive reversion-scream-water-ethnospritual-chakra therapy for Carl. Until then however, it’s sippy cups and padded rooms for Sorensen.

John Common - songs, voice, guitars, rhodes, wurlitzer, piano, samples

John was born in a small fishing village off the coast of Portugal named Uoraguwaogo. His father was a simple fisherman. John’s Mother would awaken before Father and make them all fish cakes mixed with a small, bitter fruit called iquiadita. They were very poor, but blessed.

Yet, something was missing from John’s life. Every evening, he would walk down to the sea and look westward out into the blackness, dreaming of something better. One day, while cleaning fish near the ocean, John saw a big trunk that had washed up from the sea.

He opened it and found a guitar, a film projector and an educational filmstrip entitled "ESP: Stop Laughing, It's Real" inside. He did not fully comprehend what these things would come to mean to him at the time... but he experimented. He played. Lord, he played. He practiced in the day and he practiced in the night, whenever he wasn't helping mother and father with the chores of course. Mother would always say, "Stop that foolishness... go learn how to fish from Father". But as John grew into a man, he knew what his purpose in life was... to make this thing we call the "rock music".

John left Uoraguwaogo with the clothes on his back, his guitar, his film projector and his filmstrip. He scraped together a living by playing music. Barmitzvahs in Tel Aviv. Hindu weddings in Calcutta. Small pubs strewn across Ireland. A line dancing joint in Salina, Kansas. Art openings in Los Angeles. Warehouse parties in London. A small punk club in the Netherlands. Sluggos in Pensacola, Florida. Even the Lion's Lair in Denver, Colorado. Yes... he played them all.

After wandering this lonely world, he ended up in Colorado and found his musical and spiritual brethren. Together they formed a rugged band of minstrels, a "rock group" devoted to sharing the love and the sorrow inside their hearts with all who would listen.

Jimmy Stofer - bass, voice

Funny thing about Jimmy -- he never wakes up.

I mean, he sleep-everythings. I mean, he’s never NOT asleep. He sleep walks. He sleep eats. He sleep rocks. It’s amazing. He’s a total zombie. Thing is, he’s been this way so long that he’s adapted a set of behaviors that make you THINK he’s awake and actually interacting with you.

He’s a real chameleon, that guy. He told me once that he was “just doing this music thing until I get a book deal”. I can’t wait to read it. It will have no doubt been sleep-written. In the meantime, he’s an amazing bass player. He also has an ever-growing, encyclopedic knowledge of 80s and 90s T.V. sitcom theme songs. Don't laugh--it's gotten him a lot of work. 

Oh, and he sings like a girl.

Kevin Meyer - bass, voice

Kevin was born into a family of displaced gauchos on the tundras of Tierra del Fuego. As a child, his precociousness was ignored and his talents misplaced as an ice farmer's second assistant. His lucky break came when he was accidentally mailed to the United States at age 17.

He quickly learned English, although his accent still keeps him shying away from interviews. He picked up a bass for the first time at 18, thinking it was a balalika whose machining had gone awry.

After some brief stints in hamster obedience class, Central American prisons, and prestitigous Ivy League American Universities, he landed his first paying musical gig: accompanying a deranged street preacher in impromptu sermons. Soon after, he realized the content of the sermons and fled for the saner climes of Denver Colorado, where he carved out a niche for himself designing high-end toilet seat covers.

He "like John lot, think he good music person for play happy song times," and prefers to avoid the spotlight.

Jon Wirtz - rhodes, wurlitzer, organ, piano, accordion, glockenspiel

Jon Wirtz is a killer.  Don’t let his affable nature and “all American boy next door” good looks fool you.  He’s a cold blooded killer.  Don’t be disarmed by the way he will quietly shovel your snowy walk on wintry mornings, p’shawing you when you offer to return the favor some time.  He’s a stone cold killer.  Don’t be lulled into a false sense of security by his willingness to lend you money saying, “Pay me back whenever you can, I’m just happy to help you out.”  He’s a maniacal, bloodthirsty sociopath.  Don’t believe him when he asks how your Mother’s been doing.  He’s just maneuvering you into a position of weakness so that he can pounce on you like a ferocious flesh eating tiger of some sort. 

You can, however, believe him when he drops a bad ass Rhodes part on you in the middle of a song.  Or flattens you with a Hammond thing that makes you scratch your head.  Or whips out an unexpected accordion solo.  Or goes all Bach on his xylophone.  You can believe that.

But I still wouldn’t trust him.  Did I mention he’s a killer?

Jed Marrs - piano, wurlitzer, voice

Jed Marrs is not from Mars. Check the spelling. He is however, a man on a mission. What I mean is, Jed is a missionary. He has a personal and very direct relationship with his higher power. In fact, Jed is starting a new religion. It is named Jedaism.

Before founding Jedaism, Jed worked his way through the 22 leading religions of the world, collecting knowledge, understanding and a lot of church hymnals along the way. What Jed found, was that each religion had part of the story right, and part of the story wrong. So he decided to create a new religion by taking all the best parts of the world's leading religions and hand jiving them into a new "Super Religion".

For example, he took Gospel music from Christianity and mixed it with the stable, sensible shoes of Juche. This way, people won't slip and fall when they're singing gospel music. Good idea! Jed will deny all of this of course. He's cagey. He'll just say "Look man, I'm just a musician. I don't know what you're talking about. But, are you going to eat those fries?" Don't believe him. Jed really is a musician though. You should hear him play ragtime on his calliope.

Here are the 23 leading religions of the world that Jed studied, ranked by their "popularity":
Christianity: 2.1 billion
Islam: 1.3 billion
Secular/Nonreligious/Agnostic/Atheist: 1.1 billion
Hinduism: 900 million
Chinese traditional religion: 394 million
Buddhism: 376 million
primal-indigenous: 300 million
African Traditional and Diasporic: 100 million
Sikhism: 23 million
Juche: 19 million
Spiritism: 15 million
Judaism: 14 million
Baha'i: 7 million
Jainism: 4.2 million
Shinto: 4 million
Zoroastrianism: 2.6 million
Tenrikyo: 2 million
Neo-Paganism: 1 million
Unitarian-Universalism: 800 thousand
Rastafarianism: 600 thousand
Scientology: 500 thousand
Jedaism: 7 people

Tom Germain - drums, voice

Tom's life is best understood as a struggle between the scouring pad and that crappy stuff on the bottom of your favorite saucepan. Or, it is better understood as a struggle between disparate, immortal and amphibious comic book heroes, who find their quests for justice splintered by deep personal grudges and an unacknowledged disquiet about their thirst for violence. Or, it is better understood as an arbitrated labor dispute. Or, it is better understood as the internal monologue of a well-groomed young upstart, his ethics crumbling under the weight of his rapacious father-in-law/business partner. Or, it is perhaps more fully understood as a balloon struggling to catch an updraft in a meandering canyon, gradually acquiring altitude between the bright yellow orbs meant to deter low-flying aircraft as the sun is half submerged below the craggy southwestern ridge.

He is often confused with his twin. This is easily remedied, as his buttocks are brazenly tattooed with the words "Dungeon Master". And, he is almost never seen without his pet aardvark, MC Outsource, who on occasion will also act as his interpreter. He likes long walks on hot coals, romantic chats with chardonnay in front of the tire fire, and occasionally plays drums, keyboards, bass, composes, records, sings & produces.

Scott Davies - drums, percussion, samples, voice

Scott Davies in ten easy steps;
1. He's been playing drums since he was in diapers.
2. He doesn't have that drum seat anymore.
3. Scott will hold the door for the elderly.
4. He will slam the door in the face of tyranny.
5. His favorite time signature is metaphor-phor.
6. John Common is Scott's favorite songwriter.
7. Scott has seen the 'Blues Brothers' over 600 times.
8. The movie, not the band.
9. He once drove from Colorado to Florida on three cylinders and four bald tires.
10. Scott claims to be eco-friendly even though he's gone through a 'Walden Woods' worth of drumsticks.
11. Scott doesn't actually exist.

Robin Hoch - viola

Robin Hoch lives a dual life.  Busted.

In Europe, she's known simply as "Robby" -- the continent's most famous and beloved euro disco diva.  She makes fat cash singing and grinding for millions of glazed, dazed euro clubbers.  In Europe, she can't step outside her hotel without being mobbed by the paparazzi and her adoring fans.  She just sort of fell into this career... it's a long story.  But despite her fabulous success in electronica, her heart isn't really in it.

When not on tour, she lives a quiet life in Denver as a singer/songwriter/violist and plays out under the unlikely moniker, "Wendy Woo".

Diana Gatschet - cello

Diana was born inside the fuselage ofna single prop Stearman-PT17 airplane.  Her father was a crop duster you see.  It was a very warm evening.  He was taking his wife, Diana's mum, for a short, romantic ride one summer night.  He wanted her to see the stars from above the treetops and smell the new corn from up above in the warm evening air.

To this day, Diana swears she can feel the throb and thrum of that Stearman engine whenever she plays the cello.

Ian Short - violin

Ian is not short.  Ian does play violin.

Adrienne Short - violin

Adrienne is a ninja. Yes, the kind with a sword.  In her spare time, she plays violin -- to unwind after a full day of assassin work.  It's stressful, you know.