![]() His music has been heard in as disparate locales as a Thai dance club and the Milan outlet of Prada. I do and I just get by in this city of earth shakin’,” he says of being road-bound and 14 years in that hilly, quaky town. He first took to belting it in barrooms in Northern California, and followed by the birth of his first album A Thousand Tiny Pieces in 1999, midwived by a few contemporaries on as many four track recorders, and has developed a strong and fervent following in San Francisco. Then I could go back and save Jesus from the cross and throw a big party instead.” The title track as well as the album art, a flowering spade, is a sigil, from the Latin sigilum meaning “seal,” and is meant to be imbued with a magical purpose-in this instance the endowment of the listener with the inspirations of music, rhythm, health and happiness, himself included. “I would like my career to take a course in cooking, tap dancing and yoga,” he offers when asked what “course” he’d like his career to take-and when prodded about whom from the past he’d like to be if he could, “I would be Dionysus. Hayes dabbles in wit and the whimsy of the ethereal as well. Dispossessed of the comfort and kindness of love and a place of one’s own to rest, he reclaimed some love and reclined with his instrument and pen. At the time he composed the music and words Hayes had just gone through a break-up and was essentially homeless. This is juxtaposed to the circumstances under which the song itself was written. By the second chorus “We could find a willow tree/and climb the branch absurd/sing to those down below/warbling like two coo-coo birds/crazy coo-coo birds,” you were, no matter how groggy, enthralled. ![]() Shortly after playing the first verse of his song “Time” off of 2007’s Flowering Spade, you turned up the volume on your alarm clock radio utterly bowled over. ![]() If you were listening to NPR’s Weekend Edition a few months ago during your Saturday lay-in, you heard Sean Hayes’ twee North Carolina (née New York) voice talk some about himself, and then dulcetly and politely acquiesce to a song request. Shortly after playing the first verse of his song “Time” off of 2007’sFlowering Spade, you turned up the volume on your alarm clock radio utterly bowled over. If you were listening to NPR’s Weekend Edition a few months ago during your Saturday lay-in, you heard Sean Hayes’ twee North Carolina (née New York) voice talk some about himself, and then dulcetly and politely acquiesce to a song request.
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