Биография

It was the year 2000. Camera fades in. We’re at Saint Louis University on an earthy, still night. Two students, a boy and a girl, sit by the clock tower making small talk… giggling at even the most pitiful of jokes. The cold air is warmed by the red in their cheeks. Mid-sentence, one of the girl’s stories gets cut short by a sound. A melody. A haunting, piercing note. Both tilt their ears to catch the tune as it grows. Swells of melodious sorrow, waves of unkempt joy wash over them… more intensely than the lamp they sit under. Minutes pass, but it seems as if they share hours together. At last, the note-smiths reveal themselves. 12 of them—statues—stride into place around the couple, showering them with beautiful chords and piquing dissonance… until the sun rises. It was on that day that The Bare Naked Statues were born.