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Walk off the Earth is a Canadian rock band that was formed in 2006 in Burlington, Ontario, and has gained success around the world by making low-budget music videos of covers and originals. The band built its fan base independently with no help from record labels, booking agents, or management. In February 2012, the music industry publication Crazed Hits reported that the band had signed a recording contract with Columbia Records. The band is best known for its covers of popular music on YouTube, making use of uncommon instruments such as the ukulele and the theremin, as well as looping samples. The band's recorded music and videos are produced by member and multi-instrumentalist, Gianni Luminati Nicassio.
July 2, 2013
I fought with who I was for most of my life. In every way a young person can fight with himself.
But starting today, I'm laying it out there. I'm done playing it safe.
I'm fortunate to have smart friends who believe in me, but I don't have a manager or a label or any sort of funding other than the money I make playing piano downtown at The Joynt, and also, ironically to some, in the churches on Sunday morning.
As far as the ascetic achievements of the video... lets just say I was lucky to have a good friend introduce me to the best team I could have asked for... who held on to the roller coaster that was this project and dealt with all my intensity and craziness as the true professionals they are.
I wrote the song during a drunken piano jam session at a party. I recorded the vocals in my parents' basement and worked with my friend Max Steger to record and mix the rest of the instruments.
I feel like most music industry people wouldn't like the idea of me "pigeonholing" myself by telling this story as I have. But I don't believe the world sees change until it sees honesty.
So I went in on my own.
I went all in. I'm nervous/excited/horrified/anxious about the effect that all of the choices I am making (and have made throughout my journey of discovering myself as a man and as an artist) will have on my future. But then I remind myself that I never really had a choice. This is the story I've been aching to tell my most of my life... the universal story of longing to be loved...it is what I hold dearest to me.
BUT my story would never have seen the light of day were it not for the people I have listed above, many of whom asked for nothing in return. I know my passion and intensity for this project were a lot to deal with (that might be the understatement of the year.. ) Thank you for doing your best to help me keep my sanity... just barely. And thank you for sticking with me; for your flexibility and patience and for helping to bring my vision to life. And to mom and dad... I know you guys don't always understand just what the hell I am trying to do, but continue to love and support me nonetheless. It means everything to me...
On July 20, 1969, as Commander of the Apollo 11 Lunar Module, Neil Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the Moon. His first words after stepping on the Moon, "That's one small stelp for man, one giant leap for mankind," were televised to earth and heard by millions.
But just before he re-entered the Lander, he made the enigmatic remark, "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky."
Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no "Gorsky" is either the Russian or American space programs. Over the years, people questioned Armstrong as to what the "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky" statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.
On July 5, 1995, in Tampa Bay, Florida, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26 year old question about Mr. Gorsky to Armstrong. Here is the answer to "Who was Mr. Gorsky?"
In 1938, when he was a kid in a small mid-western town, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hit the ball, which landed in his neighbor's yard, by their bedroom window.
His neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Gorsky. As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky.
"Sex? You want sex?! You'll get sex when the kid next door walks on the Moon!"