anchorandbraille.com

my friend ben harben has revamped anchorandbraille.com and i put up a new song that aaron marsh (copeland) and & did back in the winter break. the song is not mixed or matered but at least you can get some idea of where we are going.

Comments

Adrienne said…
I like the piano, very pretty. I'm a little old fashioned and like the o'l faithful piano. Ya, your right the production does need a little refining but kudos for allowing us to listen to it anyway! Very brave thing to do!
On a side note my mom really likes your voice, she is classically trained and could tell that you had some training. She actually asked if she could attend an Amberlin concert with me....this coming from a 50 year old! I think she is trying to understand why I like the music that I do.
That is the most random site I have ever seen, I like it! The grass is a nice added touch. Very original.
1:15 PM
k said…
i've been waiting far too long for you to post this song. you could say it's a favorite :)
2:29 PM
Anonymous said…
"hey stephen, its me, i just wanted to tell you what i good time i had last night..."

lol
5:33 PM
Anonymous said…
haha you sing an amazing falsetto just like aaron does.
10:56 PM
MH said…
Two of my favorites in one song? It's almost too good to be true!
11:10 PM
~Sarah said…
we have dial up still...so it probably won't work till we get high speed net...we're working on it!
10:03 PM
Anonymous said…
That song, rough as it is, is still absolutely beautiful! I can't wait to hear your full album!
10:34 PM
Anonymous said…
that song gives me chills. ive been an Anberlin fan since the beginning, and i LOVE this new music you are writing on your own. beautiful. please, keep it up and release an album!
9:24 PM
Anonymous said…
any lyrics for this, my friend and i have been trying to figure out three specific lines, and we just cant figure it out!
10:31 PM
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