About Me

Hi, I'm Denver. I'm a 26 year old hometaping fanatic. It all started when I stumbled upon the Mountain Goats sometime ten or eleven years ago? I don't remember much about the specifics. After digging into the Lo-Fi era of the Mountain Goats, I kinda just kept stumbling down the rabbit hole. Franklin Bruno and Nothing Painted Blue to Refrigerator, Furniture Huschle to Charlie McAlister, Linda Smith to Vehicle Flips, etc. Now, I own way too many tapes and am far too invested in a scene that I'm not a part of. I believe the technical term for that is "poser," but the jury is still out. I love cats; Tiger, my late cat, was deeply influential on me and helped me see my way through an adolescence that I didn't think I'd make it through. Currently, I have two other cats--Delilah and Apollo. They're some of the sweetest creatures I've ever met in my life, and I feel very lucky to have them around every day.

Delilah (left) and Apollo (right)

Tiger, as painted by Luigi Falagario of Almost Halloween Time Records. If you're unfamiliar with Almost Halloween Time, you're missing out. Luigi's one-of-a-kind cover design is amazing, and was my largest influence when I was creating Disarmingly Bright.

At this point, I'm trying to piece together a few solo projects, which are described in more detail on the home page. These include an album and two EPs, as well as an attempt to review every piece of music I own (we'll see how many reviews I can get through before I'm tired of my own opinions).

Also, I used to run a YouTube channel when I was a teenager.

I've removed just about all of my content at this point, but you may have known me from my Jet Set Radio videos in the early to mid 2010s.

That's all I really have to say at this point. I'll leave you with a poem. I've added some dashed lines in the event that you want to print this page and cut the poem out of it like a BOGO coupon at the Ames. Do those still exist? According to Wikipedia they've gone bankrupt twice, but they're returning in 2026—at a certain point, you'd think they'd just cut their losses.

John Elway Statue, Still In Box (Or, Bronco)

My entire life within memory

The unfinished basement in my parents' house

Was full of sports memorabilia

Mass produced pucks with printed-on signatures

Footballs, pendants, and photographs

Most of it featuring John Elway

My dad was the only Broncos fan

I really ever knew in Jeannette

I'm sure I met more at some point or another but

At the very least

None of them were committed enough

To name their son after them

So that every time he introduced himself

At least one person would ask

If his parents named him after the football team

I didn't know my dad before he was my father

I never got to see him when he still had heroes

When Lemieux and Elway were still playing

He hasn't touched any of his treasures in years

Most of it is hung on walls gathering dust

Or on a fireplace mantle doing the same

Maybe one day my collection

Of assorted Mountain Goats memorabilia

Will be displayed in the same way

In an unfinished basement

In a town you really only pass through

Without another fan within double-digit miles

If I ever reach that point

At the very least

I'll have the decency to name my son John

That way, when he grows up

He won't have to deal with all the people asking

If his parents were Mountain Goats fans

Denver (Sawyr)