DESCRIPTION:
Taken from the album A Point Too Far To Astronaut

Telephone Jim Jesus, born with the far plainer name George Chadwick, is one of the unlikelier products of tiny, snowy New London, New Hampshire. In that culturally isolated corner of the world, the few artist types, especially those with outcast tastes, tend to huddle around the same fires. After learning the half-handful of scales and chords requisite to punk guitar, TJJ co-founded his first band, a goth and hardcore hybrid called unfit, with two likeminded classmates.

It was in unfit that he first tasted sweet stardom in the house parties that his angsty high school band inevitably ruined. That inauspicious start was not for nothing, however: the two other kids with eyeliner streaked on their faces and shredded t-shirts on their backs were Dave Bryant (Passage) and Matt Valerio (Bomarr), who became TJJs lifelong comrades-in-arms. Years later, Matt and Dave would move with him to Oakland and the three would share a boxy little room in a warehouse the rappers Sole and Sixtoo had just moved into.

Around 97, the trio started experimenting with electronic equipment and hip-hop and formed Restiform Bodies, an off-again/on-again project that strangely and wonderfully evokes nothing so much as a midpoint between Joy Division and Latryx. An essential element in the group, Telephone Jim Jesus mans samplers, keyboards, effects processors, bass and guitar, and accounts for much of the groups highly textured yet confidently melodic quality. His work with Restiform eventually generated a desire to explore musical ideas in a solo setting, and so after a years-long process, heavy on revision, he released his debut, A Point Too Far to Astronaut, on anticon in 2004.

I hold none of the rights to this song. (C) Anticon Records