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This is me, Benjamin Romvari, currently the sole member of Ben’s Imaginary Band. The band, not being a real band, consequently never formed. And so, there is little to tell about its history. I’ll say I came up with the name roughly two years ago (2003), after going through many other names (which, I won’t say.) But, other than that, if you want, I could cite a little of my musical history for you.
So, I was six years old, my parents bought a violin from the local buy-sell-and trade, took me to a local violin teacher, and I took lessons from her for just over a year. That was pretty much it for a long time. Say, eight years long. It wasn’t until the age of 15 that I finally decided to try music again. I picked up an acoustic guitar with pretty much the same intention any 15-year-old boy picks up a guitar; in an attempt to impress a girl. So I went about learning every song I thought sounded pretty. After learning numerous punk songs and a couple other pop hits, I decided that it was time to start singing. I practiced much during this time.
Well, long story short, a year went by. My parents bought me my first electric guitar, and I decided to write music. So, after an interesting, yet terrifying Halloween, I wrote my first song, recounting the evening’s events. Then, in all its ballad glory, I recorded it the same day using a computer microphone (you know, the ones you use for voice chat.) The end result was a little embarrassing, but, my friends were impressed. So that was enough motivation to buy some low-end recording equipment.
I’ve been writing and recording around one song around every three months ever since. My songs eventually matured, and some four years ago, I took the ones I felt matched, and put them in my debut CD, Nocturnal Fables and Illusions.
I had since then moved to a small island off the Georgia Straight called Pender Island. I built a home recording studio and spent a year and half recording my second album. The island has an estimated population of about 2,500 during the winter, so it was a fairly solitary environment. I taught myself to play a banjo and trumpet (or at least make noise on them), and learned to play more complex pieces on a piano that was in the basement of the place I was renting. I later moved to Vancouver (where I still am) and recorded the last few parts of my sophomore full-length release, Trust LP.
If you’ve made it down to here, then I’m not as bad of a writer as I thought – or, you’re a very dedicated reader. Well, either way, thanks for listening!
Some General Info:
x|Birthday: December 12, 1987
x|Birth Place: Budapest, Hungary
x|Residence: Vancouver, BC, Canada
x|Email Info: mail@bensimaginaryband.com
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I sincerely enjoy your music.
When I play your c.d., memories of emotions that plagued me the numerous times I listened to it before, are remembered in a much more sweet light. Certain lyrics would be interpreted and recited, (often in the shower, or walking on my way to work) as my own words, which really may be main point of music, to identify with the artist and your own thoughts. And in my personal opinion, music is most impressionable and communicative form of artwork.
I am afraid I have the advantage of hearing a bit of you through my speakers, and yet you may never know my voice, or trivial matter’s such as my favorite time of the day (Right when you wake up and before you remember who you are or what you must do), and which finger I point with , what pictures I buy (charcoals of trees, birds and churches) or how I sleep (curled without a pillow and no covers by morning).
Musicians are very trusting to allow listeners to mutilate the meaning in your words, fitting in their minds cabinets, or unraveling your melodies to make dollies. Not that your words laced into dollies would be a the most terrifying fate, for the words I mean. The absolutely worst fate for a word is not even nonexistence, its being misquoted or changing drastically.
This unfortunately is the impending doom that awaits most words like cabbage and trousers.
I wonder if the absolutely worst fate for us in nonexistence, the fear for it must not transfer to the animal kingdom, for they don’t even have a name to pray to and yet seem to get along swimmingly. Einstein once stroked his mustache and muttered that fear of non-existence comes from our belief in the afterlife, which may very well be true, for we have a habit for assuming all that is good must be spiritual, or all that is spiritual must be good, and using religion as guide lines and rules as a way of living rather than inspiration of humanity and it is now that I must
confess my own ignorance of how this note was supposed to start or end
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I sincerely enjoy your music.
I think the first song I heard by you was Forget It, and I took me away, the guitar playing, your voice, It was a great song. So now I have bought all your music and am really hoping to see more in the future.