My name is Riley, and I play drums and write music for a band called Thrice.
This is where I ramble about music, sports, food, books, interwebbery, and whatever else I feel like sharing. I apologize in advance.
In addition to my ramblings here, I write a piece for OC Weekly called "3hree Things" that runs every Tuesday, and I'm also writing over at Flip Collective on occasion.
I'm the co-founder of a baseball-specific twitter feed and blog with my friend Ian, called Productive Outs.
And last, but not least, I have a bandcamp page and a soundcloud page that I'll be posting my own music and remixes on every once in a while.
Disclaimer: The views and opinions presented on this blog are mine, and do not reflect the position or views of the band as a whole.
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This song is freaking beautiful. I’ve been a fan of Idiot Pilot for several years and have never really understood why the band never really blew up (maybe not so much in a mainstream way, but as a really successful underground band kind of way). It always seemed like they had all the necessary attributes; catchy melodies, plenty of diversity, lots of energy (with the ability to write a sprawling post-rock epic like the song above), a solid grasp on dynamics and a really nice blend of dark rock and uplifting pop. It just never happened for them (or hasn’t happened yet).
Maybe that’s why I never got an A&R job.
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