For Paper Bird, their new album marks a milestone. More importantly, it provides them with a new beginning, a new chapter in their trajectory that sees them redefining their direction, a change in their musical sensibility while maintaining their trademark upbeat attitude. The band’ s self titled album, available September 9th on Thirty Tigers Records/ Sons of Thunder Records, introduces vocalist Carleigh Aikins to the line-up, whose previous credits include extended stints with the critically acclaimed bands Bahamas and Fox Jaws.

Colorado Americana/Rock band Paper Bird releases their self-titled album today on Thirty Tigers, produced by John Oates (of Hall & Oates) and David Kalmusky. The band will perform at the prestigious Americana Music Fest in Nashville on September 24th.

"11 tracks that blend a ’70s rock sensibility and harmonies throughout." - Wall Street Journal, Speakeasy

American Songwriter is the perfect place to release new music from Colorado’s celebrated band Paper Bird. The site premiered “I Don’t Mind” from the band’s new release PAPER BIRD, which hits September 9 on Thirty Tigers.

This has been an amazing few months of music for me, but once again, I cannot avoid writing about how music has literally spread its wings to reach out as far as possible with different mixtures of sounds and influences to combine into a genreless gumbo. Elephant Revival’s Facebook pages states, “Where words fail…music speaks,” and as a writer, I could not agree more. I often ask my muse, where do I get the words to describe some of the music that I have been seeing lately? Needless to say, it is difficult.

Yet another beautifully sunny day graced us on Friday at Yonder Mountain String Band's Harvest Music Festival. Not a drop of rain and enough sunshine to charge cell phones (a rarity among the few most recent Harvest festivals.) There is such happiness floating through the campsites and stages, families are playing and wrangling children, and barbeque nachos are in my near future. Life is good.

The Parish is completely empty when I arrive.  Austinites haven’t adjusted to the near-freezing temperatures yet, so it’s not surprising that rosy-cheeked audience members only start trickling in during the opening act.  After I buy a whiskey on the rocks, the only respectable drink order for this winter weather, I take a look around.  I’ve never seen this venue, really, because the last time I was here was for Thom Yorke and people were sta