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oh man, oh man... just wanted to give the hometown the update on The Click Five... You probably already know they will be there on August 14 at the Mansfield Tweeter Center with Backstreet. It's the last date on this leg of the tour and 2 sweet days before they release debut album Greetings From Imrie House... And I know you remember they formed while attending Berklee College of Music. In fact, "Imrie" comes from the name of the street they lived on in Allston. You'll have to ask them about the mod-turkey parties they threw in the rat infested bachelor pad they called home.

How bout these latest little juicy tidbits...

ITUNES - #6 ON TODAYS TOP SONGS CHARTS
MTV TRL - #9 ON TODAYS COUNTDOWN!! LIVE PERFORMANCE Yesterday
YAHOO SEARCHES FOR TC5 UP 850%
CONAN O'BRIEN PERFORMANCE ON 8/15
JIMMY KIMMEL PERFORMANCE ON 8/25
RADIO- #27 at Pop radio after just 5 weeks

If you still need a package and would like to set up a little hometown love... well then, whatcha' waiting for??

Hello,

I wanted to let you know that up & coming pop-rockers Carbon Leaf are coming to Boston, MA and will be playing at Copley Square Park for a WBOS-FM event on August 11.

This tour continues support for Carbon Leaf's latest album, Indian Summer, which the Washington Post described as a "...blend of jam-band improvising, art-rock ambition and alt-country flavors." The Richmond, VA-based group is climbing the charts with their new single "What About Everything," and have a video out for their top five single "Life Less Ordinary," directed by Elliott Lester (Jason Mraz, Five For Fighting). Carbon Leaf was also featured on the Hot AC version of American Top 40 with Ryan Seacrest May 20-21!

Hi-res photos and bio are available at www.vanguardrecords.com/publicity. Please let me know if you can offer any coverage to advance the date.

Best,

INTRODUCING...
Heiarii
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Tahitian Born Singer/Dancer Delivers a Cutting Edge
Electronic Pop-Dance Album with his CD debut of 'Dance!'

Some people affectionately refer to him as “that kid with the strange name,” but those who have seen him perform or heard him sing, call him “exceptionally talented.” Heiarii (pronounced like Ferrari) was born in Papeete, Tahiti, French Polynesia, where he taught himself the English language and eventually began singing at the age of six. “I loved the serenity of Tahiti; the beaches, the sunsets—it’s all so beautiful and peaceful there. All of the people are like your brothers and sisters.”
It didn’t take Heiarii long to make a career decision, and by the time he turned 15, he was singing and dancing his way into the Winners’ Circle at every major competition he could enter. Heiarii came out the winner in Tahiti’s Search for Stars Contest, Original French Song Contest, and was voted Tahiti’s Most Promising Singer and Best Male Vocalist in Hawaii. Whether he sang in English or French, Heiarii’s angelic voice touched people everywhere.
After winning every award and honor imaginable, Heiarii set his sights on America and, at the age of 20, moved to Los Angeles. “I was alone and a little scared when I came to Los Angeles but I was serious about pursuing a career as a singer and dancer. Los Angeles was the place to be. It was the first time I was ever out of Tahiti, but I moved with no second thoughts.”
Heiarii enrolled in the vocal program at Hollywood’s prestigious Musicians Institute and was soon selected by two major record company A+R Directors as the winner in that school’s Artist Development competition. It was there that the artist befriended manager/producer Kenny Kerner who is in charge of the school’s Music Business Program. “I remember watching him perform an original song called ‘I Belong to the Sky’,” said Kerner, “ and as he sang, his emotions were so real and so strong that tears began to roll down the side of his face. I had never seen this kind of sincerity before in a singer. Heiarii was the real deal. He was a pure artist and I wanted to get involved.”
True to his word, Kerner began the long process of finding the right material for Heiarii. Together, the two would listen to song after song until they came up with the selections that comprise the artist’s debut CD, Dance!
Kenny Kerner (himself a legendary producer for such international stars as KISS, Gladys Knight, Jose Feliciano and Badfinger), teamed with British producer/engineer Cameron Leonard-Schroff to deliver a contemporary, cutting edge electronic pop- dance CD filled with creative beats, pounding rhythms and soaring melodies. “This CD just makes you wanna get up and move,” said Heiarii, “it’s edgy, it’s sensuous, it’s romantic.”
In addition to a killer cover of the KISS classic, “I Was Made For Loving You,” Dance! boasts four ballads that truly showcase this artist’s amazing voice: “You Took My Heart Away,” “Love Is To Set Free,” “Haunting My Heart” (performed in Spanish) and “Mon Paradis,” a song about his native Tahiti sung in French.
But Heiarii’s CD is only half the story. In a recent article, California Song Magazine wrote: “This guy is a star in every sense of the word. Whether he’s swirling around with his shirt open, pulling his pants down just enough to tease (and sometimes expose himself), or letting his singers run their hands all over his body, Heiarii’s sensual dancing gets his audiences all hot and sweaty…”
And All Access Magazine had this to say: “Heiarii is blessed with looks that kill and a smile as bright as a star. There is a new pop sensation on the rise that is going to take the music world by storm. His name is Heiarii.”
Heiarii choreographs his own show to ensure that it is every bit as daring and provocative as his CD. “I learned that I am in the entertainment business and my job it to sing and perform and entertain audiences with a complete show and not just play the music on my album.”
Indeed, Heiarii made the transition from Tahiti to America a smooth one. When asked what he loves about this country, he replied: “I love the shopping, the night life, the hot California girls and making friends.”
Given his charm, his talents, and his music, it looks as if Heiarii will be making friends for a long time to come—not just in America, but around the world!

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SONS AND DAUGHTERS ANNOUNCE FALL US TOUR WITH THE DECEMBERISTS!!

Sons and Daughters’ debut full-length, The Repulsion Box, out August 23rd on Domino Records

9/2/05 New York, NY @ Mercury Lounge *

9/3/05 Boston, MA @ Middle East *

9/5/05 Toronto, ONT @ Lee’s Palace *

9/6/05 Chicago, IL @ Empty Bottle *

9/7/05 Minneapolis, MN @ TBA *

9/11/05 San Francisco, CA @ Filmore

9/12/05 San Francisco, CA @ Filmore

9/13/05 Los Angeles, CA @ Henry Fonda

9/14/05 Los Angeles, CA @ Henry Fonda

9/16/05 Pomona, CA @ Glass House

9/17/05 Tuscon, AZ @ The Rialto

9/18/05 Tempe, AZ @ Marquee Theatre

9/20/05 Granada Theater, Lawrence

9/21/05 Oklahoma City, OK @ Diamond Ballroom

9/22/05 Ft. Worth, TX @ Ridglea Ballroom

9/23/05 Houston, TX @ Engine Room

9/24/25 Austin, TX @ La Zona Rosa

9/27/05 Tallahassee, FL @ Beta Bar

9/28/05 Orlando, FL @ House of Blues

9/29/05 Atlanta, GA @ Tabernacle

9/30/05 Asheville, NC @ The Orange Peels

10/1/05 Baltimore, MD @ Sonar

10/2/05 Washington DC @ 9:30 Club

10/4/05 New York, NY @ Webster Hall

* = without The Decemberists

Sons and Daughters sews a haunting stitch between Glasgow, Scotland and Nashville, Tennessee. All but one song on their debut full-length The Repulsion Box clocks in below four blissful minutes as the album chugs by with an artful ferocity that’s rare, glamorous, and ultimately enthralling. Their 2003 seven-song debut EP, Love the Cup was a raucous homage to swampy American folk — now, The Repulsion Box reveals a fleshed out Sons and Daughters sound. It’s slower in parts, with vocals at the forefront exposing a very Scottish element — not only in those thick alluring accents, but in its traditional folk elements.

Live, they are frenzied, daring and unbelievably exciting. Having already toured with Franz Ferdinand and Clinic, Sons and Daughters know how to put on a riveting show and set the stage ablaze. Said the NME, “…they throw the kind of ghoulish party that makes everyone present want to take off their skin and dance around in their bones.”

Already the Stateside press is speaking for itself….

“They sound as hardened as the songs’ weathered characters (junkies, killers, runaway brides), and their minimalist sonic approach – pulselike drumming, back-and-forth bass lines, tightly strummed guitar lines, and lively mandolin – is the perfect conduit for their sexy tales of dread. A-“ ~ Spin, August ‘05

“…while those Franz Ferdinand boys would be charming your daughters into bed, Sons and Daughters would probably be setting your sheets on fire.” ~ Filter, August ‘05

“Brewing the erotically charged PJ Harvey purrs, growls and roars of dueling singers Adele Bethel and Scott Paterson with ghoulish, Nick Cave-like lyrics and dollops of country, blues, rockabilly and Americana, the band’s music is simultaneously dark, menacing and utterly danceable.” ~ Nylon, August ‘05

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:

O.A.R. TO RELEASE 'STORIES OF A STRANGER' ON OCTOBER 4, 2005
GROUND BREAKING NEW ALBUM TO SHATTER MISCONCEPTIONS SURROUNDING ONE OF TODAY'S MOST SUCCESSFUL DIY BANDS

Brand New Single "The Stranger" To Go To AAA & HOT AC Formats August 22

NEW YORK, NY-July 28, 2005-Unsung heroes O.A.R. are putting the final touches on their seventh album entitled Stories of a Stranger, which will be released on Lava Records on October 04, 2005. The long-awaited new studio effort will undoubtedly shatter many of the misconceptions surrounding the band, who are without fail, one of the most successful bands to come up through the DIY ranks. O.A.R.'s ground breaking new disc is a tour de force and will ultimately reign as the band's defining album of their career. Overall, Stories of a Stranger provides a glimpse inside the heart of a traveling musician, the frustrations of being pulled in several directions at once and the many faces of the wandering soul.

"We've got a lot riding on this record," remarked O.A.R. vocalist Marc Roberge. "We tend to get pigeon holed as a jam band, a college band or a touring band. We haven't been taken seriously as songwriters and this is our chance to prove that we are first and foremost a rock n' roll band and our songs have staying power."

O.A.R. enlisted the help of veteran producer and former Talking Head's principle Jerry Harrison to produce Stories of a Stranger. Harrison, whose recent credits include albums from Live, Verve Pipe and the Von Bondies, helped O.A.R. craft a cohesive and fuller sound without losing the band's signature island-vibe feel. The album, over a year in the making, was recorded at Crystalphonic Recording Studio in Charlottesville, Virginia, Sausalito Sound in California, and at Chung King Studios in New York City.

Several guest musicians were enlisted to appear on Stories of a Stranger including keyboardist Bernie Worrell of Parliament and songbird Toby Lightman who lends backing vocals to the album's first single "The Stranger" along with the slide-guitar track "Heard The World." O.A.R. also joined forces with tunesmith Glen Ballard on the songs "Love and Memories" inspired by the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and "Program Director," which brings back the halcyon days of FM radio when fans would call their local radio station and request their favorite songs. Other notable tracks on the album include the previously unrecorded track "Wonderful Day" which is an O.A.R. live show staple and "One Shot" which shows off O.A.R.'s deftness in combining elements of reggae with rock n' roll.

Considered by many to be one of the top touring acts in the country, O.A.R. is currently in the midst of their annual summer tour, which is giving lucky fans an opportunity to hear live versions of several of the new tracks off Stories of a Stranger. By summer's end, O.A.R. will have performed in front of 166,000 fans as a headliner and 263,000 fans nationwide which includes Dave Matthews Band support dates. In addition to the summer headline tour, O.A.R. will once again headline its fourth annual Feeling Better Than Everfine Festival on August 20th in Chicago. The festival has become a rite of passage for many emerging artists, including Maroon 5, Marc Broussard, and Howie Day.

O.A.R. has sold three quarters of a million albums and played to over 800,000 people since their humble beginnings in drummer Chris Culos's basement. In a time when the music-industry shied away from internet song swapping, O.A.R. embraced the practice with passion, encouraging fans to tape early shows and trade them online. As the practice grew, so did O.A.R. The band has released six albums, including major label debut In Between Now And Then (Lava Records, 2003). O.A.R. is singer/guitarist Marc Roberge, lead guitarist Richard On, bassist Benj Gershman, drummer Chris Culos and saxophonist Jerry DePizzo. For up-to-date information, go to www.ofarevolution.com

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After escaping from the rigorous training of the renowned Czech piano/gymnastics academies, Heidi ‘H Reality’ Diehl came to the United States using the frequent flyer miles of an altruistic donut-maker. Barely a teenager, she stayed in a trailer beside a carnival, occasionally picking up odd jobs (and at the carnival, there were only odd jobs) and constructing large-scale Earthworks. Eventually she decided to skip town. Hitchhiking for days, the young runaway rode hundreds of miles with the benevolent Priest, who trained her in guitar playing and ancient spellcasting.

Cosmic coincidence led the pair to a Tavern on the crust of the Hudson River called the G Spot, where Heidi happened to catch a one act show by a man calling himself King Arthur. He had his socks pulled over his shoes and wore a mustache and cape. The audience of drunks and hussies booed and hissed at the young artist, with whom Heidi felt an immediate affinity. After the show, she approached the stranger, who was still wiping blood from his eyes from where bottles had crashed, and introduced herself. The two hit it off immediately. “You wanna ride with me to St Louis? I’m sort of on this tour.” Heidi looked around for The Priest, but she was nowhere in sight. Before she knew it, she was in the stranger’s abominable blue van heading south.

“I’m Steven,” The Stranger spoke, as the newly christened King Arthur Band made their way along the southeast United States. “This is Angel Baby,” he added, waving his hand over the plush expanse of the blue van. Heidi and Steven would open for blues bands, insulating and protecting one another from the usual perils that obfuscate the path of many such wandering truth-tellers. In Brooklyn they met a kindred spirit the moment an opening act called Violenceburg took the stage.

The band was your standard four-bar, two drink ticket blues band, but was led by a thin, bespectacled young man who didn’t seem to fit. The man was Glucose “Nonhorse” Crane and this was to be his last gig with the band. Glucas spent the full, uninterrupted 70 minutes of the band’s set flailing about, changing lyrics to well known standards and replacing them with scientific theories, book recommendations, and off color jokes. It was the most unhinged performance Steven and Heidi had ever seen. They approached the stage door as soon as the band was finished, but were stopped short by the conversation taking place stage left.

“That’s it – you’re out of the fucking band, Nonhorse,” said one of the longhairs in the band, his eyebrows dripping with sweat. Glucas stammered “b-but…” but couldn’t get the words out. “Yeah,” said another, “this was your last chance. Here’s a bus ticket. Have a nice life, asshole.” Dejected, Glucas turned to begin his long walk toward the bus station when he was met with two smiling faces. “Wanna join our band?” Heidi asked. Glucas, in no position to haggle, asked the name of the band. “That’s a retarded name. It’ll be The Vanishing Voice or it will be nothing.” Heidi and Steven thought for a minute, but it was s short minute. They saw in Lucas’s eyes a sort of wisdom they had never seen before, and, following a brief huddle, decided to add Glucas to the lineup. The Vanishing Voice was born.

Over drinks, Steven and Heidi learned that their new friend Glucas had been a child prodigy, raised beneath wisteria trees in Brooklyn, NY, who had written several books before he was even legal to drink. His writing included a book about socialized topic logisitics, an academic article about evolution, and a New York Times bestseller about linguistic proliferation and erosion. Upon graduating from the Junior College for the Gifted and Talented (JC-GT), Glucas served in the US Army for seventeen months, eventually going AWOL from both a Virginia bootcamp and his first wife, who is a drummer and lives on a houseboat in Los Angeles. The next ten years were spent in France, where he ran the local open turntable night in Dijon. Upon his return to the US, he lost his entire fortune sponsoring an epileptic studies center in New Haven CT.

“Let’s sell your bus ticket and try to find a good dumpster,” suggested Heidi. “I’m craving bagels!”

“Sell the bus ticket? Find a dumpster?” Glucas asked. “Shit, man, we don’t need any of that. We’ve got a van!” His voice lowered as he laid out the plan. “I got a rich friend up in Connecticut—her stepdad’s that actor Brian Dennehy, and she lives in a mansion. She’ll have the servants cook us up something good. I’ll drive. Let’s go.”

Satya Sai Baba sensed her old friend Glucas had arrived even before the doorman had announced his presence. She was getting her daily manicure / pedicure earlier that morning, reading an old Sufism Today magazine, when a strange wave of excitement swept over her, and she just knew that something exciting was about to take place. Finally, she thought, a chance to rid herself of this horrible place, with its’ dollar sign shaped swimming pool, impossibly ostentatious décor, and staircases that reached the moon. Her natural psychic abilities had been discouraged for too long.

“Food?” She asked her three visitors, surprised. “Is that all you want?” She sighed heavily and pointed a jeweled hand towards one of the four dining rooms, where a hot meal was always available just in case someone dropped by.

Satya picked a bit at some mashed potatoes while her three friends ate heartily. Steven wasted no time in asking if the three could hide out in the mansion for a while. After all, Heidi, still only fourteen and wanted by the law, and several concert promoters along the East Coast and many rival scientists and theological scholars were offering large bounties on Glucas’s head.

“Sure,” Satya said, “you can stay on the 6th floor. No one’ll never find you there. I can barely find it myself sometimes.” The three friends exchanged glances, hardly able to believe their luck. “But I’m leaving here tomorrow, and I’ll need your van,” said Satya, pushing away her plate.

Satya had planned to meet up with a lovesick ex-firefighter with the unlikely moniker of John Jehovah, who lived secretly below a radioactive landfill called Fresh Kills with his uncle, Cut Above. Satya had been in touch with John ever since she was saddled with the duty of answering her stepfather’s fan mail. She became obsessed with John’s devotion to her father’s films, and the strange pathos that a quick handwriting analysis made apparent. If she was looking for excitement, she was certain she’d find it with the disgraced ex-civil servant and occasional guitar picker, who was certain to smell of orange rinds and coffee grounds.

It took some convincing, but The Vanishing Voice followed Satya to Fresh Kills to meet the enigmatic John Jehovah, who claimed in his letters to subsist only on strawberries and water. He and Cut Above had been planning to start a heavy metal band, and was hoping his rich penpal would bankroll the project.

As luck would have it, John and his uncle were out on I-278 hitchhiking when a strange blue van passed and then quickly stopped. John quickly rushed to the window and, not immediately recognizing Satya from her pictures in the society pages he often used as a blanket, spoke. “Thank you so much,” he said between breaths. “We’ve been out here for eleven fucking hours.”

“Well, it’s no wonder, John,” said Satya, smiling slyly, “you look like child molesters. Hop in.”

From here the story gets weird. For two years, the group, sans Cut Above who was quickly arrested for public urination in Sweetwater, Texas, has been traveling across the country playing music together. The quintet has somehow hoodooed several reputable record labels into promoting their strange sounds. In rare interviews, they notoriously introduce themselves as one another, perhaps unintentionally, and seem fiercely guarded and loyal to each other at all times. Despite rumored gang affiliations, the group seems, as a unit, almost delicate, if not downright cuddly.

During my one and only personal contact with the group, I immediately realized something was rotten when a tall man, positively identified to me by several privy onlookers as bandmember Glucas “Nonhorse” Crane, extended his hand and introduced himself to me as Heidi Diehl.

When I asked spiritual navigator Satya Sai about the band’s influences, I was given what I assumed to be the run around. “We’re into movies and shit, man, you know?” was the positively bored response. Looking disinterested, the tall, redheaded defector suddenly became animated. “Got a cigarette?” she asked. “I just sold my last one to Nate Young for this Aerosmith T-shirt.”

Lead guitarist Steven the Harvester, who inexplicably insisted I refer to him as ‘Jarvis’ for the duration of our interview, was clearer, if only somewhat. “Nowadays it’s all about labels, man, but I don’t know about this posi-youth, fire music, rosary blues, or whatever they’re saying about us,” he said, “That’s what they call for, but what the people don’t dig is the blood. They think they want it but nobody’s trying to taste some.”

He paused reflectively and then summed it all up thusly: “It’s like…all we got is us, man.”