Ian Wilson Ross Ian is a runway model. You should have seen him strutting up and down the catwalk in his little blue sailor suit, age four. Afterwards, a swordfight with those plastic sandwich skewers. Those were the days. He decided soon after that he liked every kind of music, in the back seat of a powder blue Dodge Aspen. It was a decision that his parents greeted with some indifference. As if the choices one makes at age five are less important than the choices one makes at fifteen or fifty. Ian has lived his whole life in Massachusetts: formative years in Fall River, college in Lowell, and a brief visit to New Bedford. He has spent a good chunk of that life in economically depressed mill towns. Now living in Somerville, the Paris of the new century, Ian has quit the factory scene to cultivate his musical dream. Pop, space, high and low, weird jazz, punk teenage nostalgia, and a trail of reverb and tears somehow coalesce into the music that he makes, and the music that makes him. Lyrically, topics range from the usual pop themes of love and heartache to the less predictable territory of dream reality, the ocean, spiritual issues, and local Boston music legends. I Found Angie In The Ganges (mp3) From Ian's EP, Angie In The Ganges Hoover (mp3) From Ian's CDHands of Ginger Fists of Garlic Featuring Nicole on Bass, Organ, and Backing Vocals Ten Million Fingers (mp3) From Ian's CD Bodhisurfing