Dahlia Seed; Memories Unboxed

Like most, I have a few boxes full of music related mementos I find myself rummaging through from time to time. These boxes serve as somewhat of a time capsule, often revealing my history of passion and obsession with music. Pictures, stickers, band art and ticket stubs serve as a GPS tracking my journey in life. As I’ve recently taken to pulling  boxes from the shelves of my living room closet. I’ve come to find some of my earliest musical influences, outings and missteps.

Dahlia Seed (1992-1996) was and is a perfect example of how it was always the lesser known bands that left the biggest impression on me both musically and personally. The ones that carved out their reputation playing VFW Halls, the basements and homes of friends even more often than the stages of local clubs, dive bars and venues. While I was able to catch Dahlia Seed live numerous times at places such as Maxwell’s, Tramps, ABC No Rio and a few scattered basement and VFW shows.

My interaction with the band often focused on singer Tracy Keats Wilson who I had interviewed for a never published fanzine. Aside from the interview and a scant few exchanges at shows and her employment at the not so local, yet thoroughly awesome Flipside Records in Pompton Lakes, NJ.  That was it until years after Dahlia Seed disbanded.

During the years of Dahlia Seed’s very influential existence. I consumed every release, wore the shirts and even had one of my images of Tracy adorn the cover of their split 7′ inch with Greyhouse. While each remain vital to both my wardrobe and ears. It’s the little, makeshift piece of art created and passed to me by Tracy herself that remains most special to me. Maybe it’s because neither myself nor it’s artist have any recollection of how or why it was made and just how it came in to my possession. Questions that remain unanswered. Ones that perhaps best remain unanswered in order to preserve a hint of mystery. Needless to say, pulling this from a random box brought back a lot of good memories. A scan of it shows it in it’s almost original condition some twenty years later.

Years later I’ve remained in contact with Tracy while forming friendships with former members Darin, John and Chris. Dahlia Seeds music still inspires me and Tracy remains the one and only performer who can give me the chills while making the hairs on my arm stand on end. That’s pretty damn impressive. J.D.

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Lyrically Speaking;

Having always been drawn to meaningful lyrics. The thought of having a feature spotlighting some of the artists whose lyrics spark emotion while inspiring thought felt important. From the time I first heard bands such as Embrace and Rites of Spring to some of todays artists and unintentional poets. Good lyrics are worth celebrating. With “Lyrically Speaking”, the hope is to put a spotlight on some of the artists who are putting meaning and a poetic twist on the songs they write. First up is Richmond Virginia’s Positive No. Northern Aggressor is a track from their upcoming debut full length album Glossa. Be sure to follow the link at the bottom of the page to order your copy.   J.D.


Northern Aggressor – By Richmond VA’s Positive No

Air Conditioning sounds like a running car.
Bus stop cigarettes keep smoking when you’re gone.

Gun and knife show handbills mocking pacifists.
Rebel flags keep coming back, what year is this?

What year is this?

Buttermilk has Southern charm
but home is where your records are.

One house buys and sells but never offers trade.
Tiny ziplock bags lie yawning in the shade.

The rhythm of the day is set by cargo trains.
Humid diesel perfume wanders like a stray,

an unwanted stray.

Buttermilk has Southern charm
but home is where my records are.

What is in a namesake?
There are no swans in Swan Lake.

Positve No Band

Poster Envy

For as long as I can remember. My walls always served as a mirror image of my taste in music, art and movies. From my elementary school love of horror movies, the Who, Jimi Hendrix and AC/DC to my high school and college obsession with Punk and HXC flyers. These visual documents served as a wallpapered map to what was inspiring me musically. Over time, my choice of wall art became more personal and intimate. In my first post high school space I had an oversized poster of the Revelation Records compilation “The Way it is” posted on the wall directly behind my sofa sleeper. While it was one of my favorite records at the time. The image featuring what looked like most of my high school’s Hardcore population. AOL1-743049Then there was the poster you see below of Chapel Hill’s beloved Archers of Loaf. As much as as I loved and still love the Loaf. It was the inclusion of my friend and quite possibly the bands biggest fan (Tracy Keats Wilson of Dahlia Seed fame.) rocking the fuck out on the lower right side that made it extra special. For years this poster took up valuable real estate in various apartments in both Manhattan and Hoboken before being folded away and eventually lost. If and when I get the chance. I’d love to recoup this buried treasure and perhaps find the proper frame of adhesive type thing to properly display it. But for now, I guess I’ll have to highlight it’s awesomeness here. Thanks Tracy, if it were not for you I might have never picked up Ikky Metal in the first place. J.D.

Archers of Loaf