Tim O'Gara and Amilia K Spicer

Tim O’Gara writes songs like secrets. They live in fragments and flashes tucked away inside, like the ghost in an old cigar box- 1st grade, Valentine, fake ID, broken necklace, foreign coins-the things you keep. They are poetry. Gone away images hung on fragile frames that bend and sway and play in and out of time with an underlying frality and tender valor. They are tales of nights on Henry Ridge, of demented elves and pink lemonade skies of papyrus stuffed crocodiles of rye whiskey, and falling mountains. They remind us that life is magically slow and still when we listen closely.

To share Tim’s music with another is an intimate exchange that, like the best of secrets, requires a partner with a sincere ear and an open heart. They are sounds of love and trust. So watch yourself with nothing on consider this a warning. A secret from one…