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On Diads. |
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(Official Biography_ By J.
Thomas Omeara) |
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The exact
details of the meeting of Graham Sedam and Tim Kress are so
obscured in rhetoric as to be impossible to reconcile what is
truth, and what's fiction. One thing that can be known for sure
is that they met in the middle of what's become known as the
Late-To-Early-Mid-Dark-Ages (the 1990's), in a garage in Middle
America. At that first meeting, defying all odds, they didn't
play a single Nirvana song. In fact, they didn't play any music
at all. When asked about that day, Tim remembers a guy there
that spoke Spanish only, even though he was of Belgian decent.
Graham remembers all the blood. |
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They
formed a band with a few other misinformed disaffected angst
ridden youths. Mostly they played Metallica songs. Remember
the chocolate orange juice, the Beastie Billies? Hiding under
the train table? They don't either. |
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Fast
forward a decade- a time spent away from each other, for the
most part. A time spent making babies (Tim), music, arts, and
going to school for one of them (Graham, now living 374 miles
away, in a different Middle American town). |
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Here
you'll find Tim in a band that was going nowhere fast, and
Graham working on his solo project, Mess of it ALL. Inspired by
shifty drum machines, over-priced synthesizers, distortion,
boredom, and high-speed Internet, they decided to form a band,
Diads. Tim would supply most of the beats, sequencing, guitars,
basses, and other things. Graham would supply his highly
superior skills as an engineer, and his haunting, strangely
vulnerable vocals. Over the next year, they wrote and
recorded a starkly cinematic electronic album, entitled, Make
You Dirty. |
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Graham's favorite color is
dead. He is jealous of his solitude. |
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Tim likes to hate the
technology that makes it possible to do everything he does.
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His
favorite thing is brown. |
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"Yes, it is I. I will make
you dirty." - Make You Dirty |
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