Chris Brokaw
Chris Brokaw (born August 1, 1964) is an American musician, mostly known for his work with the bands Come and Codeine, in addition to his many collaborative projects and original soundtracks.
Life and career
While studying at Oberlin College, Brokaw met many people who became figures on the American indie rock scene of the 1990s, among them Stephen Immerwahr, with whom Brokaw formed Codeine, as well as Sooyoung Park of Bitch Magnet and Seam, John McEntire of Tortoise, and Liz Phair.
Soon after graduating from Oberlin, Brokaw played drums for a number of bands, including 7 Or 8 Worm Hearts and G.G. Allin. He then joined Codeine and played drums on their first two studio albums, as well as helping to kick-start Liz Phair's career. In 1990 he returned to the guitar, one of his two main instruments, and teamed up with Thalia Zedek (Dangerous Birds, Uzi, Live Skull), a well-known figure in New York's post-No Wave scene. The two formed Come, a band that never gained much mainstream popularity, despite the critical praise they garnered throughout their career.
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ALBUMS
- Gambler's Ecstasy released: 2012
- The Boarder's Door released: 2010
- The Angel's Message to Me released: 2010
- Canaris released: 2008
- Incredible Love released: 2006
- I Was Born, But... released: 2004
- Red Cities released: 2001
- 2005-10-16: Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, MA, USA released:
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31 And Falling
by: Chris PurekaWell you call again,
as if I don't know what you're going to say...
So let it ring,
I can count the cracks in the ceiling all day long.
I guess the birds they just went south,
but I've got no where to go,
it's 31 and falling,
I've been dreaming of you darling,
in case you'd like to know...
God damn my wasted time,
ringing all the bells.
If I could hold my tongue,
just long enough to get me through the door
then you won't know...
rewind the tape while your back is turned,
fold my arms and pull the curtains closed,
bury the roses in the backyard
and darlin' never mind what I might have said, before,
before,
God damn my wasted time,
ringing all the bells...
I've got half a mind to lie to you
half a mind to tell you everything I have to tell, to
tell, to tell.
I've been wasting my time I know I know better,
and I'm tired of waxing sentimental,
I'm tired of saying please, please,
tired of waiting,
I'm tired of waiting.
You call again,