Keith J Carberry Boston, Massachusetts
I'm a comedian and let's player and I accidentally made some music.
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Marielda: Friends At The Table Soundtrack, The Interlude
by Jack de Quidt
supported by 28 fans who also own “A Lot of Nights I Stay Up Too Late”
Somehow Jack perfectly captured the chaos and thrill that is Marielda, from scoundrelish hijinks to deeply emotional connections, sometimes reflecting both with the same melodies. Even divorced from the podcast, this album is an incredible piece of musical storytelling in itself.
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The Long Way Around: Friends At The Table Soundtrack, Season Two
by Jack de Quidt
supported by 26 fans who also own “A Lot of Nights I Stay Up Too Late”
COUNTER/Weight is probably just about my favorite thing, in general, and this soundtrack is a huge part of it. I sat down and listened to it by itself a few times in a row recently, and I realized how much most of these songs effect me even without the context of the show, especially The Sermon of Sister Rust, Maryland?, and Cassander Timaeus Berenice. This whole album is just very touching.
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The Twilight Mirage: Friends At The Table Soundtrack, Season Four
by Jack de Quidt
supported by 25 fans who also own “A Lot of Nights I Stay Up Too Late”
Among all of Friends at the Table Seasons, this one has by far my favorite main theme. Just so incredibly hopeful that I can't help but get jazzed.
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Lullaby (Shigeto Remix)
by Andreya Triana
featured on Bandcamp Radio Dec 22, 2015
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Pagodes
by Jono McCleery
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 29, 2015
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Lost Where I Belong
by Andreya Triana
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 17, 2015
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Inside & Outside: Friends At The Table Soundtrack, Season Three
by Jack de Quidt
supported by 21 fans who also own “A Lot of Nights I Stay Up Too Late”
The somber melancholy of this album makes for great "wintertime blues" music to wallow in. "Hadrian & His Son" resonates with a deep hurt that I can't put a finger on, but isn't a burden to confront. Driving chords on a solitary piano ringing out into a resonating void. It sounds like mourning a dearly beloved soul who has passed away in some tiny and old church with worn down pews and every hymnal spine is cracked from loving use.
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