<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:03:09.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeping Giant</title><subtitle type='html'>waking the giants in the vancouver/portland area one music act at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-8947122268425313799</id><published>2009-11-05T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:44:10.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeping Giant has moved for the time being</title><content type='html'>Hola! and thank for reading TSG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now blogging for local newspaper "The Vancouver Voice", so the sleeping giant can now be found out the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanvoice.com/blog/kfoster"&gt;http://www.vanvoice.com/blog/kfoster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-8947122268425313799?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/8947122268425313799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping-giant-has-moved-for-time-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/8947122268425313799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/8947122268425313799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping-giant-has-moved-for-time-being.html' title='The Sleeping Giant has moved for the time being'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-3365705564610134889</id><published>2009-11-02T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:52:35.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Appalachia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: PAUL'S GRANDFATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Su-DIytEMTI/AAAAAAAAACE/fkKiDO-4Eig/s1600-h/m_4cc13ce5ac3b4c01a70e1547e60f1c47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399678665313497394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Su-DIytEMTI/AAAAAAAAACE/fkKiDO-4Eig/s320/m_4cc13ce5ac3b4c01a70e1547e60f1c47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lovely ladies actually hail from New York, but plan to make Portland home this fall, and guys, you’ll be glad to have 'em. A trio, that recently added on two more members ( a cellist and percussionist) the ladies of Paul's Grandfather produce a folk style siren song that the Dixie Chicks ain't got 'nottin on. Charming tambourine jingles and hand clap cadences, coupled with ragtime piano riffs and the subtle moaning of a well played cello guarantee good times throughout. Be sure to check out "Jailbirdy", I have no clever metaphors or witty aphorisms to describe it, it's just genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You buy albums here: &lt;a href="http://www.sonicbids.com/epk/epk.aspx?epk_id=167778"&gt;http://www.sonicbids.com/epk/epk.aspx?epk_id=167778&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or hit up the myspace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paulsgrandfathermusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/paulsgrandfathermusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-3365705564610134889?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/3365705564610134889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/11/greetings-from-appalachia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/3365705564610134889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/3365705564610134889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/11/greetings-from-appalachia.html' title='Greetings from Appalachia'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Su-DIytEMTI/AAAAAAAAACE/fkKiDO-4Eig/s72-c/m_4cc13ce5ac3b4c01a70e1547e60f1c47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-6594444327563259720</id><published>2009-11-02T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:33:48.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do YOU do in your spare time?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: TIME TO SPARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Su8bdYsvdzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sRXkSt6a9y0/s1600-h/m_c36dc9fea588a24ae0dc11b31f2b6da7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399564669900781362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Su8bdYsvdzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sRXkSt6a9y0/s320/m_c36dc9fea588a24ae0dc11b31f2b6da7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time to spare really is an appropriate name for these guys. The stoner friendly vibe of their music pays homage to the beginning of a very important relationship, when idle mind met guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But make no mistake; this music is anything but idle. Their self titled debut album contains a host of songs that present pleasing idiosyncrasy, the jazzy articulation of the guitar picking on "the fool", provides a head bobbingly good feel that is much in contrast with lyrics about not knowing who your true friends are. The warm feel on "Easy days" provides a jam to cruise with on your way to no where in particular. "The slave" kicks of with a bluegrass entry, and plays on to showcase a jam band style savvy, which highlights the trio's cohesive prowess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These really are some good tunes for your spare time.. or not so spare time... anytime really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can check out their myspace at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/relatedmaterial"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/relatedmaterial&lt;/a&gt;, or the band website at &lt;a href="http://timetospare.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"&gt;timetospare.bandcamp.com&lt;/a&gt;, where you can also purchase a copy of their album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They also have a few shows comming up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 11 2009&lt;br /&gt;9:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=131045494&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38564640"&gt;Dixie tavern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Dec 1 2009&lt;br /&gt;8:30P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=131045494&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38564631"&gt;Mt Tabor Theatre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2 2009&lt;br /&gt;8:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=131045494&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38564698"&gt;Twilight Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-6594444327563259720?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/6594444327563259720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-do-in-your-spare-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/6594444327563259720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/6594444327563259720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-do-in-your-spare-time.html' title='What do YOU do in your spare time?....'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Su8bdYsvdzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sRXkSt6a9y0/s72-c/m_c36dc9fea588a24ae0dc11b31f2b6da7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-8935650081239319432</id><published>2009-10-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:46:38.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight from the underground...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: THE NOTES UNDERGROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SutzHvSPT0I/AAAAAAAAABs/dq64Fr9ocW4/s1600-h/m_80b634b36048438fa271f195bc64aa2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398535155122917186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SutzHvSPT0I/AAAAAAAAABs/dq64Fr9ocW4/s320/m_80b634b36048438fa271f195bc64aa2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Notes Underground pump out a sound that carries a hard to describe rawness to it, The Violent Femmes come to mind, which brings in an almost punky feel to this blues rock trio. "I got this feeling/'don't feel right/been here for days/won't go away" guitarist/vocalist Jarrod Schneyer whines over a rhythm reminiscent of The Clash's "London Calling" on a track called "Here to stay", where keyboardist Trevor Erlacher's well played lines bring in a bit of The Doors. On "She" the underground combine driving guitar and drums with Scheneyer's vocals, which carry a Thorogood demeanor, to create an impressive tune with a satisfying snarl to it. These guys combine blues, soul, and punk rock elements to create a driving sound that reflects the restlessness of past generations, but the refreshing stripped down tone keeps it far from being nostalgic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check them out on myspace here: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thenotesportland"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thenotesportland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-8935650081239319432?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/8935650081239319432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/straight-from-underground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/8935650081239319432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/8935650081239319432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/straight-from-underground.html' title='Straight from the underground...'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SutzHvSPT0I/AAAAAAAAABs/dq64Fr9ocW4/s72-c/m_80b634b36048438fa271f195bc64aa2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-8793895920169221208</id><published>2009-10-30T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:04:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One man band....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARTIST: CODY WEATHERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398510859345891602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SutdBidmkRI/AAAAAAAAABY/FULAKHgkz80/s320/m_bea3adbbb6e25c20f23700e39e465dde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cody Weathers has the hypnotic appeal of the musicians you see busking on the street, the one that puts you in a rhythmic trance, and forces people to sidestep around you as you stand cemented, enthralled by the madness. Weathers skillfully blends string snapping acoustic riffs over West African percussive riots. His aggressive folk howling couples nicely with his pleasingly manic scat-style vocals, which contribute a surprising jazz vibe. Weathers is a one man band, so aside from his skills on the guitar and mic, he also covers percussion and bass in the studio. Recordings such as "I am the moon" and "Best of days" demonstrate his ability to create a rhythmic powerhouse. Weathers' music will hit you from every direction, and is sure to keep you moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To experiance it yourself, check out his website: &lt;a href="http://codyweathers.com/"&gt;http://codyweathers.com&lt;/a&gt; , where you can buy his CD's, and also choose from a selection of free MP3 downloads. You can also visit his myspace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/codyweathersmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/codyweathersmusic&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be sure to check out one of his live shows: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 24 2009&lt;br /&gt;7:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=191639889&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38554530"&gt;Elevated Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Nov 4 2009&lt;br /&gt;6:30P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=191639889&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38556235"&gt;Capitol Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Nov 14 2009&lt;br /&gt;7:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=191639889&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38556236"&gt;Insomnia Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsboro, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Dec 21 2009&lt;br /&gt;7:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=191639889&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38556237"&gt;KJ’s Bar &amp;amp; Grill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-8793895920169221208?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/8793895920169221208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-man-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/8793895920169221208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/8793895920169221208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-man-band.html' title='One man band....'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SutdBidmkRI/AAAAAAAAABY/FULAKHgkz80/s72-c/m_bea3adbbb6e25c20f23700e39e465dde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-5922266122838971000</id><published>2009-10-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:50:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burlesque tunes from the future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: PAIGE CRATER &amp;amp; THE ORBITERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SusubA_ECgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LB63t0f2Ahs/s1600-h/m_e360743cf229413e9c5df9fccdd16513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398459619989522946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SusubA_ECgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LB63t0f2Ahs/s320/m_e360743cf229413e9c5df9fccdd16513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to The Orbiters is like listening to bands such as The Cure or The Pixies... but in an underground saloon... sometime in the early 1900's. Ok, maybe that last part was a bit hyperbolic, but The Orbiters carry that haunting melodic feeling, akin to the aforementioned bands, but with a burlesque and at times old western feel, compliments of the twangy guitar riffs, and squeaky horn variations, (The Speakeasy). But at the same time, with use of cleverly placed synths and quirky sound effects, they can attain a spacey outer planetary feel ("We've seen" and "Holly hobgoblin &amp;amp; the ode to Halloween"). Songs like "spyder" and "cute shoes" carry an almost Tom Petty-ish feel, with the latter being touched over by a steel pedal, brass combo that really makes it their own. You really get the feeling that this group are dedicated scholars of their craft, and aren't affraid to draw influence from the various styles they've studied, and then mash them together into a pleasently quirky stew of sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're currently working on a new album, but in the mean time check out their myspace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paigecrater"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/paigecrater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-5922266122838971000?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/5922266122838971000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/band-paige-crater-orbiters-listening-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/5922266122838971000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/5922266122838971000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/band-paige-crater-orbiters-listening-to.html' title='Burlesque tunes from the future...'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SusubA_ECgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LB63t0f2Ahs/s72-c/m_e360743cf229413e9c5df9fccdd16513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-5676372874110001875</id><published>2009-10-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:37:03.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the wild...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: THE RYAN ROUNKLES GROUP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SusdjSsHrUI/AAAAAAAAABI/UHR7zegSa8Y/s1600-h/m_6871e0f05d2f4a66ad6f553fdc53172f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441070483189058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SusdjSsHrUI/AAAAAAAAABI/UHR7zegSa8Y/s320/m_6871e0f05d2f4a66ad6f553fdc53172f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you first here Ryan Rounkles you might catch some James Blunt vibes that could put you off at first, thinking: "Not another one". But this guy pulls it off; bringing just enough flare with him up from Louisiana to the Northwest, to take you into the wild. His lyrics produce vivid imagery that tend to take you other places, whether it be a worn down house in the northern country in the midst of fall, or maybe wandering the streets of Manhattan, really wishing you had more company than just the cup of coffee in your hand, and your breath in the air. And even backpacking through Eastern Europe with the unsettling feeling that you really don't know where you’re going, which is actually based on a true story (see "Guitar and a bag"). Ryan has a knack for aesthetic through subtlety, whether it is the sparse use of haunting percussion, or the sharp crescendo of fuzz on "my favorite girl", that really does an effective job of adding another dimension to his distressed, feverish vocals. I have an uncle that is of the firm conviction that in order to really find one self, every man should hike into the woods, and get lost there for a week, with nothing but a rifle and some pots and pans. It would only be appropriate to have Ryan Rounkles' music as the soundtrack to such a rite of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out his website, sonicbids.com/RyanRounkles, or his myspace, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ryanrounkles"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/ryanrounkles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also go see him live, at the following venues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 10 2009&lt;br /&gt;9:30P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=73438052&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38566931"&gt;Twilight Cafe and Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Nov 17 2009&lt;br /&gt;10:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=73438052&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38566932"&gt;Mt. Tabor Theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Dec 8 2009&lt;br /&gt;9:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=73438052&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38566626"&gt;Tiger Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Apr 22 2010&lt;br /&gt;9:00P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=73438052&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38566627"&gt;Territorial Vineyards Wineroom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, Oregon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-5676372874110001875?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/5676372874110001875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/band-ryan-rounkles-group-when-you-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/5676372874110001875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/5676372874110001875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/band-ryan-rounkles-group-when-you-first.html' title='Into the wild...'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SusdjSsHrUI/AAAAAAAAABI/UHR7zegSa8Y/s72-c/m_6871e0f05d2f4a66ad6f553fdc53172f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-4616432047767702297</id><published>2009-10-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:40:59.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of music do you like? Oh, I listen to everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: THE EXPERIMENTAL EARTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuojDVJOIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/cLunbgPtpM8/s1600-h/jewel_insert_notext_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165643479360050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuojDVJOIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/cLunbgPtpM8/s320/jewel_insert_notext_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Experimental Earth makes me think of what Primus would sound like if Les Claypool was good at singing. While experiencing Experimental's technically crafted sound (props to the rhythm section) you get the feeling that this complexity is really an innate and almost primal aptitude for these guys. Singer Nick Krieg's vocals manage to maintain a tone of soulfulness to them, ("innocence"), no matter how hard he may try to shake it in their harder tunes, (Burnout!), much akin to Maynard James Keenan from Tool, this is a quality that many singers strive for, but the vocals often end up sounding forced, but Krieg definitely has a knack for it. &lt;br /&gt;And oh no, I did not forget the guitarists, these guys are sick, they have an undeniable feel for groove and tonal subtleties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out their myspace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theexperimentalearth" target="_blank"&gt;www.myspace.com/theexperimentalearth&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upcomming shows at pop culture (formally moxies) in Vancouver on Nov.13th, and at Docs club 82 in Portland on Nov. 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-4616432047767702297?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/4616432047767702297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-kind-of-music-do-you-like-oh-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/4616432047767702297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/4616432047767702297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-kind-of-music-do-you-like-oh-i.html' title='What kind of music do you like? Oh, I listen to everything.'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuojDVJOIjI/AAAAAAAAABA/cLunbgPtpM8/s72-c/jewel_insert_notext_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-2513908558037323725</id><published>2009-10-29T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:05:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feist, move the f*** over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARTIST: CARLEY BAER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuofPIMwLFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hE5RLsR8vYk/s1600-h/m_449066c1d7264360928defacb5555802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398161448116431954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuofPIMwLFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hE5RLsR8vYk/s320/m_449066c1d7264360928defacb5555802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley Baer could break up with you, and make you enjoy it. Apologies to my fellow brethren, but some women just have a talent for bending your emotions with the pitch of their voice, in a way that is really unique to their gender. Behold "Your lost cause", which will have you calling all your ex girlfriends and apologizing like you were involved in a twelve step program, or "Bunny Pig" a warm acoustic melody that melts you automatically, exactly what is a bunny pig? It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter. Carley Baer has an equal, if not exceeding talent, compared to the biggest folk darlings out there today, only her songs aren't synonymous with an ipod commercial, which is a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch her in Portland at The Mississippi Pizza Club Nov.3rd, The Hawthorne on Nov.15th, or at the Gotham Tavern Nov. 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her myspace at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/carleybaer" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.myspace.com/carleybaer&lt;/a&gt;, and while your there go ahead and make a donation, with proceeds going to her album production, because let's face it... you could use the good karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-2513908558037323725?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/2513908558037323725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/feist-move-f-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/2513908558037323725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/2513908558037323725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/feist-move-f-over.html' title='Feist, move the f*** over.'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuofPIMwLFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hE5RLsR8vYk/s72-c/m_449066c1d7264360928defacb5555802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-1820268681598623662</id><published>2009-10-29T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:49:21.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North meets South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAND: THE CLINTON JOHNSON BAND &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398142106433052450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuoNpS0FXyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5Ahz8hXzZwk/s320/m_34f84cf4e1f1465f88feab81c8e42ea4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Successfully combining elements of country with southern rock is an often overseen and difficult task, a skill usually reserved for the likes of greatness, But with this groups soul felt country vocals, along with it's guitar and piano riffs that so skillfully bring in a taste of the south, The Clinton Johnson band may very well have the potential to be just that, in fact I have no idea why they aren’t signed yet. Front man Danny Clinton's home style crooning lies perfectly over guitarist Vince Johnson’s riveting guitar licks, with a combined effect that is sure to identify with each moment of the listeners day, whether it be the anticipation of a brand new day with a coffee and cigarette in the morning, or staggering aimlessly into the night. Be sure to check out the hilarious "I didn't kill her", and the battle scarred "I'm glad my momma can't see me". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sure to update you on upcomming shows, but in the meantime, check out their myspace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theclintonjohnsonband"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/theclintonjohnsonband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-1820268681598623662?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/1820268681598623662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/north-meets-south.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/1820268681598623662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/1820268681598623662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/north-meets-south.html' title='North meets South'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/SuoNpS0FXyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5Ahz8hXzZwk/s72-c/m_34f84cf4e1f1465f88feab81c8e42ea4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-4420444293716181990</id><published>2009-10-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:47:01.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, blues is back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band: GIMME SOME LOVIN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Sun-wMK74pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2M3_qYtcIBU/s1600-h/m_ff7d424ebb83475abc023650067f087b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398125732234519186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Sun-wMK74pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2M3_qYtcIBU/s320/m_ff7d424ebb83475abc023650067f087b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After hearing these dudes kick out tunes like; "Gimme some lovin'", and "Messin' with the kid", it makes me ashamed that I even attempted to perform them at my high school pep rallies. This 10 piece Portland Blues Brothers tribute, also performing as a stripped down 5-piece group to showcase their original works, has members that hail from all over the country, pumps out tunes with a bluesy swagger to be reckoned with. They may do Blues Brother's tunes, but with a fire that's unmistakably all theirs. Be sure to check out my favorites "Messin' with the kid", and "Soul man". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To hear them for yourself, or for information on where to see them, or buy their music check out their website &lt;a href="http://gimmesomelovinband.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://gimmesomelovinband.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or their myspace &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gsl2009"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/gsl2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-4420444293716181990?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/4420444293716181990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-blues-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/4420444293716181990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/4420444293716181990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-blues-is-back.html' title='Ladies and gentlemen, blues is back...'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xev4jG5JW_w/Sun-wMK74pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2M3_qYtcIBU/s72-c/m_ff7d424ebb83475abc023650067f087b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118627046569989987.post-6012205379089739026</id><published>2009-10-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:58:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to The Sleeping Giant</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My names Kris Foster. Everyday I hear more and more about local music artists in the greater Vancouver area, that really present some raw, untapped potential. The goal of this blog is to bring forth the talent that I really think need to be heard, and thus waking the sleeping giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to be presented on my blog, please contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:fosterkris50@yahoo.com"&gt;fosterkris50@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1118627046569989987-6012205379089739026?l=tsgiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/feeds/6012205379089739026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-sleeping-giant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/6012205379089739026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1118627046569989987/posts/default/6012205379089739026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsgiant.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-sleeping-giant.html' title='Welcome to The Sleeping Giant'/><author><name>Kris Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066966028605786457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
