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Ask iAN * A Slightly Abrasive Interview with Ask iAN* • The Process Records * w/ Jordannah Elizabeth

It took me a few weeks to get passed Ian’s “demons” to find the perfect timing to get some personal information out of him. Ian Ottaway is a shoegaze, or “bootgaze”, (as he considers himself) relic and I thought it important to share his savvy with the world, and to take the time to properly hit on […]

Ask iAN * Interview with The Black Ryder’s Scott Von Ryper

 On a late Sunday night in the Silverlake area of Los Angeles, iAN and his field assistant (Partner in Crime) Jessi Knippel, sat down with Scott Von Ryper of The Black Ryder armed with a camera, cigarettes, wine, beer and fan questions to discuss music, the collaborating and supporting other bands, embarrassing songs and the […]

Ask iAN * Heads Up Motherfuckers – The Cobbs

major players as in God’s balls  Paul Cobb Ryan Cobb Chris Coello Cody Ferdinand Michael Prince Hometown Philadelphia, PA   For years now, Bucks County, Pennsylvania boys, The Cobbs, have been living like total and complete rock stars right under your nose, making one iteration of heavy, Brit-infused fuzz rock after another. Having started off […]

Ask iAN * The Grave, The Womb, The bright hereafter, the rebirth of gentle Light & Life…(A message from Robert Levon Been)*

 Feelin’ up mother nature. She needed a little good feelin’, somethin’ to make her feel like a woman again. She wants it all, but she’s all I want. She sings to me when all the cities clock out, and leaves me when trouble knocks low. I tried to steal from her but she told me […]

Ask iAN * Where the garden ends…. .*

Where the garden ends…and the blood boils to a slow…dries up and flakes away like mulched speckled autumnal leaves… Just when i thought my skin was tough enough to swing from the hooks the bird shells collapse in my chest Sick of running below the Cancerous thumb of God’s magnifying instument and there is nowhere […]
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