/kəˈnekt/

An orbiting cast of musicians based around the compositions of

Jordan Knecht

We perform intimate comprovisational folk music.

We spent the evening making a video for “Expiry” with our good friend, Will Delphia. We had a good time. Don’t want to give too much info. Look out for it sometime in the future.

We just played our last show with Gabby and Ryan. A wonderful time. This is a clip from the show. The song is, “Water”.

Will Delphia made the video above. Represent.

Much love.

We have one final Northeast show before Jordan moves away. Thursday, August 16. Come share some good times with us in Northampton, Mass. Our good friends Microsleep and Point Reyes (bklyn) will be joining us. We hope to see you there!
More info.

We have one final Northeast show before Jordan moves away. Thursday, August 16. Come share some good times with us in Northampton, Mass. Our good friends Microsleep and Point Reyes (bklyn) will be joining us. We hope to see you there!

More info.

An old print recently uncovered.

An old print recently uncovered.

Still working on the upcoming record in St. Louis.
Momma, Jim, and Pops laying down some vocals.

Still working on the upcoming record in St. Louis.

Momma, Jim, and Pops laying down some vocals.

Currently in the studio mixing the record we recorded at the Unitarian Universalist Society of Amherst. It’s sounding good and coming along slowly! Right now - deciding on takes. Next step - making the harmonica stop sounding like a bee.

Photo above features the cast of characters of the album.
Trey Jones on bass.
Gabby Fluke-Mogul on violin.
Ryan Mihaly on everything.
Thomas Knecht on everything else. 
Jordan Knecht on guitar.
Thom Sullivan on drums.
Photo credit: Kevin Mihaly

Currently in the studio mixing the record we recorded at the Unitarian Universalist Society of Amherst. It’s sounding good and coming along slowly! Right now - deciding on takes. Next step - making the harmonica stop sounding like a bee.


Photo above features the cast of characters of the album.

Trey Jones on bass.

Gabby Fluke-Mogul on violin.

Ryan Mihaly on everything.

Thomas Knecht on everything else. 

Jordan Knecht on guitar.

Thom Sullivan on drums.

Photo credit: Kevin Mihaly

New video! “Fate” live at a loft in Northampton! June 26, 2012

Rochester was the second stop on our trip. We were warmly greeted by Alexander Bogs, his wife, Lisa, and their son, Ezra. Similar to Hudson, there was a large spread of delicious food waiting for us. Indian curry, veggie kabobs, fresh bread! A feast! We gorged. Oh, did we gorge! Nibbled a little, too. 

Bogs began the evening with sweet reverb-drenched love songs. He was accompanied by a wonderful bass player. Jordan and our new friend, Seth's, daughter sat on crocheted rugs set out by Bogs. Calm and beautiful sounds filled the room.

We had a great time playing in Rochester, although the performance was captured purely in memory. Pictures may be floating in the ether, but they haven’t collided with us yet.

The Pickpockets closed out the evening. Poifect! Hip-shaking ensued. Somber songs were crooned. Banjo, accordion, micro-drumset, fiddle, guitar, and swaggering vocal harmonies. Oh yeah, oh yeah. As shown in the picture above, The Pickpockets illuminated the room.

We sat up late tittering about the evening with the family Bogs and the Pickpockets. 

The next morning, we rose around 7:30 to share breakfast with the Boggy folks before we parted ways - them for work and school, us for beach adventures. 

Lake Ontario arose in the horizon of our dashboard around 9:00a.m. Gabby and Ryan opted to stay dry on the bank while Jordan stripped down to his skivvies and ambled off into the abyss for a while. Rocks were skipped by all.

After the lake, we journeyed to the Indian market and picked up snacks that, unbeknownst to us, would last us until the end of our journeys. (That’s called foreshadowing…?)

From the market, we headed downtown and encountered a sound-sculpture park. We shared sounds with ourselves and possibly the entire city. Singing between huge metal discs, banging on large metal pipes, whispering between underground tubes. 

Our time in Rochester ended with a dimly-lit discount Indian buffet. Delicious! No photo evidence. Perhaps because of the enigmatic lighting, perhaps because our hands were occupied handling naan.