Jump Blues - The Making Of

I want everyone to know, especially those that enjoyed the video, how much pain all the frontier brothers went through to bring it to you. YOU!

"Concert By the Water" - 97 degrees fahrenheit. No wind and no shade. In the video, notice how the band appears in different spots across the bridge. Well, we had to play the entire song in said heat for each of those spots. Also, we had to endure the jeers of passing cyclists. However, one of them made it into the video. We then had to jump up and down to the hey hey hey deal at every one the locations you see us in the video. (We have now been outside in the heat for 30 minutes without water.) To top it off, we had to run across the bridge, up the ramp and across the rocks and back, probably three times and at full gallop. Pretending to play Jump Blues along with the album version on a pair of ipod speakers was so rock.

"Solo in the Sky" - I could have been killed. It was also freezing that day. In order to climb onto that warehouse roof, Disney (the director) had to pull his car up to side of the building. I did a straight pull up (utilizing my powerful shoulders and sculpted core) and hurled my legs over the side, conquering the obstacle. Then, I had to assess the structural integrity of the roof. To me, it looked like a whole bunch of foamy shit glued together by tar. I made my way to the preferred spot as Andrew waited across the parking lot in another building with the camera. I stepped carefully from steel beam to steel beam, these pieces seeming the most reliable footholds. Finally ready, I ripped a fake solo and looked damn cool up there in the cold, perched on that faulty roof. 

The Other Segments - the kiss was my idea. Check out my uneven teeth and ratty beard. Aw, that part wasn't so hard. Andrew was like, oh my man, this shit is dynamite, you look so fucking cool! Ah man, you're such a star. Not really. It turned out pretty cool. I broadcast the image of my malformed teeth as I bear my soul to you, the readers, each and every day. YOU!

World Premier: JUMP BLUES MUSIC VIDEO!

Hello earthlings,

In between touring and exploring the universe, we had time to make this fancy music video. Brilliant earth director Andrew Disney captured our likenesses using some technique called, "Tilt Shift." I don't know what that means, but it sounds pretty cool. Check it out and be sure to comment!
PS. be sure to make it full screen, homie.



The Frontier Brothers - Jump Blues (a music video in TILT SHIFT) from Kinetiq HD on Vimeo.

Press Update: Sounds Like Austin

Oh how they love us. We dazzle them with whiskey and spandex and, really, it's not even fair. No chance to deny us the critical acclaim we are told we should desperately seek. No swirlies in the girls locker room. No wedgies. Just pure cool.

This one from Sounds Like Austin (really a great blog w/ excellent photography- check them out!):
note: I have taken the liberty of making all complimentary statements bold and all incendiary statements tiny. (so that I can ignore them)

An upbeat, very clean, piano based indie-pop sound, with a look that occasionally inspires doubletakes. I hope you like songs about love, because that’s what you’re getting.


When i first put this disc in, I was kind of confused. A piano-based indie rock band. I know they are out there, but i keep forgetting they are (is that bad?). The energy is super refreshing. The gravelly voice behind this group sounds really good, and they really keep it upbeat. I would definitely check these guys out live. I actually saw one of them last year at SXSW in his full body mansuit (i’ll get the photo up here eventually). Is the album a bit long(?); maybe, but who is going to complain about something dumb like that (not me). It’s has it’s poppier moments (Get Up Go), and it’s indier moments (How Do You…, Jump Blues). Most of the songs are about love and more stuff about love; having listened to them i think they might have written a lot of these songs after asking out their new robot girlfriends (but, hey… robots are pretty sweet, except all the ones in movies, and the red ones, pink ones, and the anything that becomes self-aware). Anyhow, this is an album I would listen to, so i don’t mind if i end up with a puff piece. It’s a little nerdier than your normal austin indie scene, and having seen one of of those mansuits they have worn, they might not be super easy on the eyes, but at least it’s a look. I would say pick it up, but who listens to me anyhow… (don’t tell the PR people though, or they will stop sending me free shit)


Go check out Sounds Like Austin and tell them I sent you.
- B

Show Gallery: 1/24 @ The Sig House

Thanks for the photos, Jennifer! (Stolen without permission from Facebook)

First Gig Back and with Matt, Sig House, Southwestern University

What a riot tonight. At 10:45, five people milled about the Sig house. Leery that the show would remain a dud, I took some of my xanax, readying myself for the awkward claps and the deeply humiliating silence between weak claps at the end of each song. 

Then, a flood of bodies came. Slow at first, then more rapidly, steadily that way for the rest of the night. It was fucking rock. I felt the spirit. I rocked with Matt. It was his first show. I drank from beer and poured water in my hair and sometimes surveyed the audience. I chuckled inside my brain. Everything is very strange, inexplicable, and at times ridiculous. I surveyed all their faces. Who are they and why are they here? Just all the faces; I was satisfied with whoever looked back at me. Who knows; the feeling is bizarre. I like people better out there together, a big picture of emotion. Something in a line of faces is pure because it is shared. I did not mind and even liked them as they all danced and eyed us from a few feet away in the near dark and the loudness. 

We finished with Dream Collector and were quickly cheered back onto stage for an encore. We played Magazine Soul. Then the one more song chant began. After a quick deliberation- Walker warned that 100 angry people might descend on us if we didn't close with another one - after that conference, we elected to close with petty's Won't Back Down. A success. I then drifted between crowds as Trav took around the mailing list. One girl waited in front of the monitor, right in front of my pedal board, no one around. Some drunk guy was asking me if he spilled any beer on our equipment. I said no, but stepping over my pedal board I slipped past her with my head turned away and angled shoulders. She was a nice, pretty girl; I am sure of it. Right now, really recalling all that body movement and that one space in time, I think that it was heartbreaking what happened. A small failure, between the two of us.

Tonight, I shared a romance with everyone in the building. I enjoyed seeing them all walking, laughing, encountering one another. I wasn't inclined to feel this affection for them because they had liked our music. The nice thing was descending out of the lights and into the movement once again. I felt like a secret father, some uncle or best friend watching intently from across the yard  at their own son that will never know the truth. I watched them with that relaxed pride. They did not know, but that did not matter. Secretly, they are mine and I will protect them.