It didn’t take long for most of the world to figure out, right after held his bandmates and close friends and family.
All proceeds went to the singer’s medical care.
It’s an interesting fact that the news arrived on the Facebook page of El Burrito, as the Five Points restaurant unveiled its Aaron’s Lunchbox special. While costing $ 5 and including a mini burrito, chips and salsa, a doughnut and a rotating prize donated by artists both local and national, the Wednesday combo meal ran for about four months. Suzi Sheffield, the owner of El Burrito, was so eager to get started that she kicked off the special the week after his tumor was discovered. Actually, it wasn’t Graves or the Whales who made the announcement. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… While explaining that the easy setup of his bedroom studio and the producer’s textural acumen made it easy to get the sounds they wanted, Gardner credits Bundick for fostering the album’s holistic vibe.
Across two ‘week-long’ sessions in January and August 2015, Gardner and Graves worked with Bundick in Berkeley, California, to fashion the tracks that should become My Bones Are Singing. With sprightly ‘folk pop’ strumming enhanced by graceful atmospheric flourishes and rushes of room-filling noise, the result is the Whales’ most immersive and cohesive album to date. While removing a large chunk of flesh to remove it, in November, a dermatologist checking out a cyst on his back found a spot of melanoma. The actual question is. Graves admits that he was upset at first ‘How bad does my body hate me?
Discussing future plans, Graves and Bornick casually mention that Graves recently had a second cancer scare. How many doctors am I intending to have to regularly visit?’ but today, he’s shaking his head and laughing. They perk up when asked about their daughter, the two parents are tired of talking about cancer. While asking to see daddy’s scar when he changes the bandage on his back, s cute and curious, they report. Of course, she’s mostly just happy that he’s healthy. Notice, they hired a publicist, a first for the Whales, and that choice is paying off with a swell of positive buzz released as a single, Lose My Mind premiered on the big time music blog Stereogum. Whenever consulting with an entertainment lawyer before deciding that issuing the album themselves would allow greater creative control, while My Bones Are Singing arrives through Fork Spoon like previous releases, they shopped it around to a few other labels first. Now please pay attention. Besides, the Whales look to pursue the aspirations espoused by Lose My Mind, with their leader’s health now stable. Nonetheless, Graves has issued a few songs that could have been considered mission statements, since starting to release music under the Whales moniker 14 years ago.
I don’t think that there are bad kinds of people types, as subtle acoustic strums blossom into waves of comfortable distortion, graves sing There are good kinds of people types.
Growing singer follows his opening sentiment with another observation. So, while issuing locally beloved records by the likes of Can’t Kids, Coma Cinema, and The Heist and the Accomplice, the indie rock band fronted by Chaz Bundick, who now leads the ‘world renowned’ pop outfit Toro Y Moi, graves is a fixture in Columbia’s music scene, both with the Whales and with Fork Spoon, the record label he and Gardner founded with their friend Jordan Blackmon back in 2010.
Shortly before Graves wrote that first song on his new album, he discovered that bad kinds of growing types were happening inside his head.
In March 2014, after experiencing a series of migraines and vision problems, he went to the hospital.
Now, an MRI and similar tests revealed a tumor an astrocytoma, a cancer style of the brain. Whenever exuding very similar relentless positivity that beams from dozens of his songs, as both an artist and an advocate, graves is among the most encouraging members of the city’s music community. Its reach is broader than that. Whenever distilling the inner turmoil that roiled behind the brave face he showed his community, it documents the doubts and aspirations of a profoundly thoughtful and empathetic man during frightening times. With the songwriter’s endlessly optimistic outlook challenged by swells of negativity and somehow still coming out on top, it’s honest and earnest.
My Bones Are Singing was not really an album about cancer, while raves composed these songs as he went through the ordeal.
Whenever defraying expenses as needed, they keep the donated money in a separate account.
She made crafts and clothing and teaching classes under the company name Colette, Thanks to the financial help, Graves, and Bornick were able to pay for the uncovered parts of his treatment and still maintain their livelihoods he working in the theater services department for Richland School District 1. Now look, the extra money also allowed Graves to take days off work when he was feeling weak without stretching their budget. It’s an interesting fact that the Whales now anticipate the April 7 My release Bones Are Singing, tracked two years ago with Bundick, an acclaimed producer.
Just as crucial was the boost to his morale. Basically the financial assistance was key in keeping cancer from crushing Graves and his family Jessica and their six-year-old daughter. Whenever subbing for Gardner on some upcoming ur dates and adding instrumentation at an upcoming release show at New Brookland Tavern, the night before, the band practices with Evan Simmons. With the musicians awkwardly seeking chemistry in a fresh configuration as a journalist looks on from the corner, it’s a situation that could prove tense. Wall jokingly sings We’re a professional band! Graves, grinning, shakes his head when Bornick asks if one song calls for spooky rooms. Actually the mood is consistently light in the foregoing garage bonus room at Gardner’s mom’s house in Northeast Columbia, the Whales’ main practice spot since their last space flooded. Actually, the guitarist remembers struggling for words when he picked up the phone Aaron has a brain tumor.
Wall and Gardner were among the first to learn about Graves’ tumor.
Gardner, who was living with Bornick and Graves at the time, was awoken from a nap when they returned home with the news. For example, I remember Aaron coming home, Gardner says. You should take it into account. I don’t think anybody was expecting it to be what it became. Anyway, he’d been talking about having vision problems and hereupon was intending to see the doctor. Graves’ illness could’ve been the point at which their conflicting lives pulled them apart. Instead, it only brought them closer together. I’m sure you heard about this. It’s difficult to imagine a less ‘tightknit’ group weathering this difficult time. This is the case. Whenever having settled in WinstonSalem in Gardner leads a busy musical life, playing with the nationally popular pop act Washed Out, the wall has lived in North Carolina for almost four years now. Certainly, these lines are the first on My Bones Are Singing, the latest album from the endlessly uplifting Columbia indie pop outfit Those Lavender Whales. Whenever singing them into his cell phone, he sat down and sketched out the verses that should become Growing.
It’s been three years since Aaron Graves walked out the back door of his home off North Main Street seeking peace and clarity.
There was a huge outpouring of support multiple charity compilations, benefit concerts, restaurant specials, record store promotions and a couple of other efforts were soon mounted to raise money, accompanied by a wave of private donations, whenever the news went public.
Cost any Wednesday after, the lunches sold out. Basically, the lunches at El Burrito became a rallying point for supporters and an inspiration for other efforts to help.
Postcard with some amount of little Elvie’s art hangs above my computer as I write.
David Stringer, who runs the local music blog SceneSC, fondly remembers the rich community that grew around the Wednesday gatherings.
He keeps a wood etching of a doughnut by Chaz Bundick, the prize for the first Aaron’s Lunchbox, on his desk at work. Therefore, the line the first day stretched out the front door and down the sidewalk. He’s not alone. There were a lot more efforts where that came from. There is a lot more info about this stuff on this website. Whenever selling all the SceneSC shirts he had on hand at a discount, sending them out with a Those Lavender Whales print and a report explaining Graves’ situation and how to donate, he will subsequently put forth his own contribution.
Bluetile Skateshop screened special T-shirts. So latter, mostly I just seek for to see my friends grow, collected a full 28 the covers songwriter’s material, Fork Spoon and a separate cadre of local musicians and supporters both issued benefit compilations the former, Tidings From our Light Purple Gam, included songs by the likes of Toro Y Moi, Of Montreal, and Bombadil, who contributed a special new song that dubbed Graves a Pretty Fine Fellow. Sitting now with his bandmates, he’s ready to move forward. Then, his tumor no longer poses an immediate threat. Graves completed his last round of chemotherapy in August He’ll always have a mass on his brain his doctors aren’t sure now if it’s still a small tumor or just scar tissue and he’ll still get an MRI almost any few months. With that said, clearing the plates as I start my recorder, Bornick causes Did you know that a bit of a clatter. Through his struggle, the songwriter frequently turned to music to bolster his resolve. It was a galvanizing moment. It is while leading the Whales as they opened for Washed Out at a benefit for his health care at Columbia’s Music Farm the very first show at the 1200capacity rock club, by September 2014, he was feeling well enough to return to the stage.
Propelled by meaty power chords and bendy electric riffs, Lose My Mind lists off frustrations I get jealous when my friends do things I won’t ever try before proclaiming, brightly and forcefully, Let’s get out and let’s get seen / Let’s help each other break routine.
It becomes even more devastating and even more uplifting when you consider it from the perspective of someone actively grappling with his own mortality.
Even under normal circumstances, this would be a powerful statement of purpose, a declaration of independence from the mediocrity of everyday life. For the better part of a decade, Graves has spent countless hours fostering a music scene that reflects similar values. It wasn’t until he got sick that he understood the true extent of his success. Remember, despite the evidence to the contrary, Graves remains convinced that people are inherently good, that building a life and a community with those around you is worth enduring the inevitable frustrations and setbacks.