Don’t Tell My Landlord
Berg Mönch: (German) “Mountain Monk”
Andre and I met at a high elevation running camp for adolescent masochists called “Steens” (talk about finding your niche) and bonded over the usual amenities like oxygen deficit and mud. We both rode that sweet sufferfest into college, occasionally bumping into each other at invitationals and the Olympic trials, each nurturing our love for dirt and good climbs.
We ultimately landed in Portland, and amidst a lockin, started devoting a little more time to our perspective arts.
To appease my peculiar need to put every musician I know in an environment that makes absolutely no acoustic or legal sense (see Hoyt House Sessions), camera wizard Ziad, and resident light mastermind Alex helped me smuggle Andre (Bergmonch) onto my roof to play a mesmerizing house set to absolutely nobody. We shot through sunset, into the city lights, on a roof that we were certainly not allowed to be on.
I edit a lot of music videos. Somewhere around the three or four thousandth time I get through the edit, I usually start to get a little tired of the song. I can tip my hat to Andre and say truthfully that this is the first time I have heard any music piece that often and continue to listen to it recreationally.