Happy Holidays from our lungs to yours. I couldn’t imagine a better one spending it with my family.
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I met Jay Tibbitts at Freshmen orientation 2005 in Rexburg, Idaho. He was so hot I couldn’t help myself. Or at least that’s what I got from this poorly narrated video documenting one of our first conversations.
Back then, Jay was part of a college gang called the Turtles who was in rival with a gang I rolled with (literally) called the Scoots (we rode razor scooters to school.) Surprisingly, our relationship survived this My Little Ponies version of Romeo and Juliet and 7 years, 2 ankle touches, a game of footsie, and 1/2 a back rub later we are still friends with benefits.
As much as I wish I could say this post is about me and Jay Tibbitts, it is actually about another gang/band he joined 4 years later called Parlor Hawk and their Kickstarter for their second album.
Yes, I sucked you in with a flaxen cord and a hint of a chick flick only to lure you into buying a t-shirt, album, and VIP backstage passes for life from a band in Provo, UT. But it’s in your best interest so hear me out.
You may be the type of hipster that needs no explanation and has a collection of music T’s documenting your loyalty to all bands raging against the record label machine. If so, props. Party on with that Burt Reynolds mustache. But there are other reasons you should support ridiculously good looking musicians and this is where I come in.
I made a graph to show you how helping someone else follow their dream may in turn help you follow your own. Here is my ROI (Return on Investment) from being a dedicated PH band fan for the last 4 years.
Ironic, but Carly Bird came from a Parlor Hawk. If you are as emotional as me after taking this journey you can get a book of more Parlor Hawk memories by clicking here.
I use this term loosely because I haven’t in fact ever kissed a member of Parlor Hawk and because most the members are married to babes. However, this doesn’t mean you can’t find romance listening to their album you pre-ordered here on a velvet green couch backstage at Velour only accessible by buying the VIP access for life package found here.
It also doesn’t mean you can’t take advantage of the private “drum lessons” with Jay offered here.
I can’t tell you number of times a guy has complimented my Parlor Hawk T-shirt, said “I wish I had one it looks comfortable,” and then had an immediate desire to give me a back rub. If you are wearing silk, denim, or any fabric from Forever 21, consider your chances of a good cuddle session severely low in comparison to these gems.
Also, my good friend Kristopher Orr frequently Instagrams his T-shirt and has found that it get’s him more double-tap likes and women than any other photographed item of clothing.
I could go on and on about reasons why you should stop getting frustrated with the Parlor Hawk ads running up your Facebook feed and start clicking on them (especially ones like these that are hilarious), but I would rather just sum it up with this.
Give some love/money to my friend Jay Tibbitts and his band because they sing great music, seduce great women, and would help you reach your dreams the same way you are helping them if they ever had the chance.
Support your local Parlor Hawk. Donate to their Kickstarter here.
Become Thomas Hall
This is a sampler of Tom Tom’s performance at the final Music Outlet last Thursday. All women in attendance were smitten. “I am ruined for all other men,” said concert attendee Janessa Clawson.
There are very few holiday songs that make you want to rock out in Christmas PJs while singing your heart into a make-shift microphone. Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” is one of them. From the age of 14, I have dedicated this song to a different boy every December 1st and have sung my lungs out in their honor throughout the remainder of each Christmas season.
But the reason I love this song has nothing to do with school-girl crushes. It has everything to do with the people who have been around during past Christmas seasons to belt the words with me. There is nothing better than being in a room with people you love throwing their heads back and giving a shout out to Santa Clause with their best Mariah Carey impressions. (If you are friends with me on facebook click here to see one of many awesome examples.)
In honor of my favorite holiday jam and Christmas memories, I did my first Christmas cover. Special thanks to Cari Stewart for the drums and back-up vocals.
Oh and I have a video this time! This was recorded with just a few of my favorite people who were around for last year’s holiday celebrations. Please notice my friend Erica’s Christmas makeup in honor of the winter season ha ha.
And there you have it. All I want for Christmas is you. Happy Holidays! Love Carl.
I am one of those people who only learns things the hard way. This song/situation was no exception. I realized too late that I said the right words to the wrong person. As if that wasn’t enough, the conversation ended with me hitting my head on a set of monkey bars and falling off a playground. Lesson learned, song written. I can’t stop laughing when I think about it.
Oh my words could travel cross the flecks that travel in your sky
I would say something so awful bold you’d think I’m bout to die
I would watch the scene unravel then I’d try to sew it up
Cause I hate to see a tap of hope get close to swallowed up.
And oh oh oh oh no
I step but my knees still shake
And oh oh oh this floor
It stops but it always sways
Cause I was wrong
There’s a tiny light above my head that keeps me up all night
It’s an idea fed with ticks and talks with teeth wound up too tight
It’s a toss, your turn, a sentence wrapped like sheets around my legs
A tie that seems so broken but I still can’t get away
And oh oh oh oh no.
I step but my knees still shake
And oh oh oh this floor
it stops but it always sways
And there’s something in the way
There’s something in the way our bodies fall
I was wrong
I was wrong
There is nothing better than live music, not only that but I believe there is nothing better than a chex mix of musicians getting together to play just for the love of it. That is why music outlet was started years ago and that is exactly why its still kicking today. Three weeks ago, Music Outlet came to Provo for the first time since school started and this next week it is making a come back.
There were some incredible musicians that played last time and will be doing an encore this Wednesday on the back porch of the Estate House on University Avenue. Some of these musicians include: Thomas Hall, Andy Allen, Lauren McFadyen, Ryan Wells, Erin and Rachel Simmons (pictured above), and Robert Carrol. Below is just one highlight from the concert to give you a sampler.
I am a huge Elton John fan, so I absolutely loved Lauren McFadyen singing her “Benny and the Jets” cover. Accompanied by Marcus Barton, Chris Faires, and Tyler Allen this cover was honestly SO FUN to watch. Lauren happens to be an Applebees Karaoke Champion and it shows.
The next Music Outlet will be this Wed. Oct 12th at the Estate House. Don’t miss out!
I have NEVER posted my music before, so I figured its better late than never. I am not much of a you-tuber web-cam musician so I apologize in advance that I will not be looking you directly in the eye from a video while you listen. Here goes…
Introducing Song #1: The Same. This is the first song I ever wrote on uke. It isn’t written for anyone specifically but is a combination of a few note-worthy summer nights I wish I could re-play.
Music and Lyrics By: Carly Walker
You laugh so hard and you hold me tight
I just cant breathe but I dont mind
Cause I love it when you hold me like your never gonna let me go
Its getting late and were talking loud
But I just dont mind staying after hours
Cause I love it when your talking like your never gonna let me go
Is it all right
Baby if we stay here all night
Just want to stay this way
Just want to stay the same
Your stumbling on all the word you said
And babe I just cant think of going to bed
Cause I love it
And I never want to let you go
Is it all right
Baby if we stay here all night
Just want to stay this way
Just want to stay the same
And other nights dont seem half as good
We never take the time just like we should
And baby doll dont know where you are
But were both still sitting, waiting, wishing on the same sad star
So is it all right
Baby if we stay here all night
Just want to stay this way
Just want to stay the same
