Set for release in January
Two-thirty quickly rolled around and we made our way back for the jam. The band soothed their voices with tea and laughter as hearts filled with music and prepared to open up. Upon first listen we were blown away by the composition and rare subtleties that backed Noyce’s enviable tone.
“Both of them [songs performed] are dealing with being with people and negotiating the terrain of being yourself and also kind of understanding them and embracing them and trying to find a way to not feel like you are squashing any parts of yourself, but still be fully in with somebody else. I guess, but that is real cheesy.”
An uncontrollable calm flooded the scene as we wound through the maze of cornfields. It was pouring rain and thoughts danced as plans were on the horizon of change. Eau Claire was our final destination and a new beginning was not only ours.
Greeted with wet hands from finishing up the morning dishes Michael Noyce peeked behind his blonde locks and innocent charm.
Welcomed into his newly purchased 1930’s home; life was still being unpacked, but musical instruments were set and found place in the front room. We gathered as many do in the black and white tiled kitchen. Noyce has always had a love for cooking and his plentiful spice cabinet proved so.
We planned to go for lunch and to the park before the band arrived for a live session.
We climbed into the Toyota Corolla perhaps too worse for wear, days earlier returning from a journey to Oregon to visit his grandmother.
Previously, we planned to film in Madison so what brought him to Eau Claire? An end to a relationship, [eyes lit up] the music scene, “I grew up in Eau Claire, all my friends are here.”
As the sun beamed and we wound down the solemn streets I could not help, but smile to the one source that proved it is okay to admit your admiration for pop music.
Remarking on the sounds, beats, and engineering, Noyce steered meyself in the direction to believe that this is creative sound with purpose and talent. Light hearted, open minded, caring, and intelligent was evident upon first conversation. Can it really feel this rare to exchange productive thoughts with the generation of now?
We pulled up for a walk at the whimsical Phoenix Park. Noyce walked ahead black levi’s, classic gray sweater in tow with black and white Adidas soccer shoes tied round the middle. Soccer was his sport growing up and laughed mentioning he and a few other kids were the jocks in elementary school. “I was the class clown, I had a lot of friends.”
As we scaled the bike path of an old train bridge and skipped rocks along the Chippewa river we talked like two summer friends.
“Have you ever cliff jumped before?”
“Yes, but I was always afraid of heights.”
“So you would never bunjee jump or sky dive?”
If he had to pick his poison, he would sky dive. I decided to pull a fast one and declare that we were going to go today. He looked in surprise, but I know we could of convinced him.
On a more practical note: Michael’s Father is from California an Infectious Disease Specialist and Mother a vet from Chicago, most recently introducing acupuncture as means of treatment for animals.
He has two brothers and a sister. They introduced him to his first taste of music. A Nirvana tape and Third Eye Blind. In high school Michael found his voice in choir and love for guitar via his teacher Justin Vernon. This is where the real story begins…