Thursday, September 23, 2010


Hello friends,

It has been many a week since we last spoke. Let me explain.

We embarked on our previous summer tour with our great pals and better musicians, Sputniq, the end of July and had two of the best weeks of our lives in this band. We played killer venues, houses, DIY spaces, parking lots, etc., met and made some amazing people/friends, and ate so much In-and-Out that I can't smell a cheeseburger without wanting a shower.

That being said and done, we jumped back in our vehicles and made our long drive home to start our year at school and finish writing our forthcoming LP (!) We are pretty far into it and hopefully it will see the light of day before SXSW. Anywho, that's a story for another day. Upon arriving back home, Jameson immediately jumped right back in the car and headed to Austin to help his girlfriend move and get settled in. And POW! 4 or 5 days later, I get a text around 2:30 in the morning that goes something like this,

"Jameson cut his hand pretty bad. We had to drive him to the hospital and he's now in surgery for the injury."

So, Jameson cut his hand. Pretty bad. Couldn't use the arm. Was in a sling for around 6 weeks and has recently taken it off to begin on the real road to recovery. I ask that you all send good vibes his way, I know he'll appreciate it.

Pressing on, we have been in the jam room.

Turns out, Jamo is a killer one-handed drummer and can play what most can't with two. Freal.

So this is our offered explanation for no shows, no announcements, no activity really on our part. We hope you can all get stoked to know that we WILL MOST CERTAINLY be back very soon. Expect new tunes. Expect big fun. Expect new hands.

We love you all with utmost sincerity,

-Adam and Team Z

Friday, July 10, 2009


Feels like a pretty monumental day for Team Z.

After working on a project for such a long time and seeing it grow from nothing to something tangible and solid, we can safely say that this is a big step for the three of us. It seems like yesterday, we were sitting on the black leather couch at shepherd studios talking about a starting project with them and now here we are 2 years later with it complete. We love you Michael, Sorrel, and Chuck. With all of our hearts.

We have put a lot of time and effort into this thing and hope that we can share the fruits of that labor, joyously with each and every one of you. You all are the reason our love for music grows day in and out. Whether we're sharing our own, or just good ol' jams in general, you make it possible, so we thank you all. This journey we have shared as three individuals in NM has been a blast and will continue to be a blast as time goes on. But today... just feels right.

Below is a picture of the cd. It's quite a simple design. We love the gold foil. Do you?

We'll be putting up a buy online link for this guy in the near future so anyone and everyone can grab one if it so pleases you. We'll also be throwing a release party in the very near future (tour kickoff/cd release? eh? eh?) and we hope everyone who can make it, will make an effort. It would mean the world to us.

Once again... thank you all for everything and we'll see you soon.

That is all.

Much much much love

-Adam and Team Z


Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Wells Lyrics


Photo Tactics

In an unsuspected fire
I have thrown myself into
As sent the shivers up my spine
I turn to frame the view

Of what I’ve decided
This trip home to entail
Of what I’ve invited
It to entail

So fill your pockets
Lace your shoes
But keep your feet tied to the ground
My calloused fingers
Pay their dues
By plucking strings to make sound

And now I’m so excited
For what we have going on
And yeah I’m so excited
For what we have…

But tonight we’re right on time
It’s the way that we survive
This is why the camera lies
Because tonight we’re right on time.


There’s a lesson
To be learned here
In a level-headed fault line
We must begin to steer your glance
In a way to shift the wind home
In a way to keep your eyes closed tight around
The vision of the sum
Of my punctuated tongue
And what keeps the blame
from falling on
or anyone

Now should I suppose you’re let down?
This way the section’s fed the right sound
And by the second/third damn course you fade
To lay beneath them.

We’re getting old
So much enough to
Comprehend the words
“It’s wrong.”
Yet we pass the blame
And wander on
To anything
And anyone

We’re getting old
We’re getting old enough
We’re getting old enough to know
It’s wrong

Big Net, No Fish

Well it’s all right, alright(?)
When conversation becomes
Blind sutures leading the blind
But it’s how I feel
And I close the door

Well it’s alright, We’re all right
When time is on our side
And we’ll resonate our suffering
With a hand shake
But I saw in, I saw in
The other day
It’s turned to wry

But you’re eyes,
They’re terrifying
You terrify me
You’re dead to rights…

Grab hold
You’re terrifying

Well I guess it’s safe
to say we’ll part ways
When the road splits
When the rope splits
we’ll say our goodbyes

But I know you’re right

A Few Minutes at Rehearsal Dinner

When you fear
For lasting ever
Things sent to me
In one sweet hour
You might find
So lonely

But interaction at this symmetry
The angles divide

It’s slow learning me
Enticing every aspect
It left under me
Enticing, enticing

Well it’s shifted
Since the last time
We tried to wait it out
In 8 flat seconds,
You might find
A set we figured out

It’s so slow acting in this sanctity
The angles divide

If another one’s found lifted…

Rear Window Ethics

My name’s on record.
My name fits on your sleeve.

Intent is no different
Than constant apathy
The indicated idea
We discussed a different view
It’s hard to write this refrain
When color hides the hue…

How can you hold the reigns
When solving the problem becomes the leather?

Surely there is more time
For constant gardening
There are so few words worth hearing
I count them on one hand
I’ve been calling on them often
Taking swings at sheets of sand

They’re tasting fireflies…

Now can you take the blame?

Thank God She’s Pretty

I’ve seen you
On my way
Smoking frigid air before
And I can’t help but think I could dictate
The temperature
And what you’re trying to say
My grip is slipping
When cold words begin to fade

But could you catch me where I stand?
An overrated circumstance
(whatever happens shouldn’t happen)
And I’ll try my best to make amends
When conversation leads
Distress dressed to impress

And she carving
on my neck
writing color canvas in
results that birth from studying car wrecks
But what you insert
And what you put on display
Cold tongues while dripping

But could you?
And I swear I’ll make amends

Clint P. Ellsworth

Such an appetite!
You follow and keep step
The words have to sink in
But we’ll be alright
I thought it could change me
Compositions change me

And we shoot real straight
When blending the colors
We paint on another
But we can’t put a price
On each other

I smell sulfur
I taste it on you
What’s that salt for?
I taste it.


There is a distance between
What is post and what is pre
And if we smile big
We’ll be left to file it
In what we play,
the words we say,
and mistakes that we’ve made.

(Replace, replace)
Go back on what you knew tonight
(Replace, Replace)
I can’t believe this

And so we play these games
In which we take, take, take, take, take,
And the only thing that we understand
Is what we fake
Suck a breath down
Spit surly words out

You’re more than welcome
To stick around here
But know, they’re out to replace
The defective

Rain, 8th and Pine

It’s suicide for
Measure comes with cost
Hand in hand
Pain and love make their way down the aisle

And I could try
To make it somewhere latter
But when push comes shove
a mouth full of dirt could make it better
but it’s insecure and
featherweight trial and error

In shine we find
some sleek repetition
through division
At least we’ll fall
and at next learn to lessen

It’s suicide for
pleasure comes with ghosts
of the things
we thought we had left behind
But I could try
to make it somewhere better
after all that’s what you had written in that letter
but it’s insecure and
featherweight trial and error

So who is the culprit
When my eyes start to bleed?
When liars wed honestly
When will we know
Just how long it took

To put a bullet through a beautiful mind?

You Met Me At a Very Strange Time In My Life

In time we’ll find our peace of mind
Or this precipice we’re pressing into you
But we fold our hands clear
To keep the insects near
And keep safe
The one thing we have left for taking

We are the silhouettes
of monuments
And we caption
The captain

So what did you intend
In these bitter founded compliments?
Here we breathe in time
With the rhythm of our feet
And keep in
Step with this
Snare shift light we’re in

Thursday, May 7, 2009


Ok, so I know we have been flapping our gums about "Wells" for a very long time, but take a gander at this... it's so so so so close to release that I can taste it... and it tastes goooooooooood.

Let me tell you.

Imagine the ghosties and Zagadka text that is upright in Gold Foil and you'll have a good idea of how awesome this thing is gonna be :)


And final track listing


In other news, we have some killer shows coming up with some killer bands and also plan on getting a couple of new tunes out on the myspace world front place in the near future.

Keep your fingers crossed

Much love,

Team Z

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

New songs!

So Team Z is heading to Phoenix on April 3rd, 4th, and 5th to record some brand new tracks! Nobody has heard them! Really! 


Tracking and mixing for Wells is done... We should be throwing a CD release here in the new future. 

We'll keep you posted!

Love you!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Team Z at the Stiletto Formal.

So it's looking like we're hitting the stage with another pretty awesome band. 

Come check out the Telos Campus House on March 26th to check out The Stiletto Formal in action. SO good.

$4 dollars at the door and that door opens at 7.

Love you all!