Gary Wilson    
Gary
In 1977 Gary Wilson famously released a uniquely bizarre and personal album titled You Think You Really Know Me..., full of electro-funk, proto-new wave, noise collage, and avant-garde jazz. Despite the fact that the album's fans included Beck, Questlove from The Roots, Simpsons creator Matt Groening, and Stones Throws' Peanut Butter Wolf, widespread fame and notoriety eluded Gary Wilson until the 2002 re-release of his debut album. Soon after media outlets like Pitchfork, The Village Voice, and The New York Times were talking about the lecherous outsider artist, remarkable as much for his idiosyncrasies and DIY aesthetic as his edgy and creative music.

More than the perverted musings of a peeping tom, Gary's music is an honest reflection of ourselves…at least of that part of ourselves that loved our childhood pets more than we loved our parents, that worried if we'd ever make it to second base, or that really knows how often we floss. Equal parts Prince and Pee Wee Herman…Joe Jackson and Charlie Brown, Gary's songs celebrate our inner ickiness, silliness and grooviness, the romance and randiness of born-losers from Endicott or Anywhere. Rather than alienating us with their creepiness, his lyrics and melodies ultimately make us feel more comfortable being who we are....more comfortable being human.
 
 
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May 17 Cologne, DE • Stecken
May 18 Utrecht, NL • Le Guess Who Festival at ACU
May 19 Rotterdam, NL • Worm
May 21 London, UK • The Shackwell Arms
May 22 Bristol, UK • Start the Bus
May 23 Madrid, SP • Centro de Arte
May 24 Gent, BE • DOK
May 26 Paris, FR • Villette Sonique Festival
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"Combining elements of pop, proto new wave, jazz, avant-garde composition and electronic music, Gary Wilson delivers sincere lyrics, alternately sweet and angst ridden, about the women in his life and his fantasies..."
New York Times [read more here]
"...successfully jumped between new wave synth spasms, soundtrack jazz and skronk, James Brown pep, noise collage, pre-Prince strut, and the Jonathan Richman School of Painfully Geeky Lyricism ..."
Pitchfork [read more here]
"...smooth-yet-quirky ditties with vague tinges of Steely Dan jazziness and a hefty dose of obsessive-compulsive emotional damage..."
Village Voice [read more here]
 
     
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