Travis Morrison
Travis Morrison (born December 16, 1972) is an American musician and web developer from the Northern Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., United States. He is best known as leader of indie-rock band The Dismemberment Plan and as a solo artist.
Early life
After picking up various instruments around age 12, Morrison stuck with guitar and began forming bands throughout his high school days at Lake Braddock Secondary School in Fairfax County, Virginia. The problem he kept running into with his high school bands was keeping a drummer. It didn't help that his mother didn't want him to ever play the drums due to all the noise it would make in the house. He was on Lake Braddock's Math Team and claimed to be "pathetically happy" upon defeating the math team of Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology one year.
After "getting out of Fairfax" he attended The College of William and Mary in Williamsburg, Virginia for three years before dropping out to pursue a band. He worked at the campus radio station WCWM, which he claimed was "worth tuition right there." At WCWM he became well versed in many types of music, "from John Coltrane to German art rock." He continues to have wide ranging musical taste to this very day, having claimed to enjoy everything from Britney Spears, Gladys Knight, XTC, Fugazi, Ludacris and Go-go. A source of inspiration is the music of Harry Nilsson, which he often listens to before a concert.
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Che Guevera Poster
by: Travis Morrisonnow you know the one: black on redchrist in a beret
over every group house bed
staring right past a point far above our head
right through the flyer on the wall
chomsky and biafra, free at the UC hall
hoods and patched up backpacks out to receive the call
for a war they might never fight at all
somewhere in havana, a man kicks the door of his
studebaker
he tried to trade rides for oil but never could find a
taker
as the engine belches smoke, he sits on the hood
stares at the bay and silently curses his maker
you know the one: red on black
cool as new year's eve and real as a heart attack
staring from past the point from no turning back
watching the mess from above
stacks of books, cds and letters of complex love
noist heads, unmade beds and surplus time
and lines that never seem to rhyme
grandad came from norway in the spring of 1912
nana immigrated from austria the fall of that year
fourteen year olds working fifteen hour days
in the rail yards and mansions of st. paul
grandad worked for the unions when being union got you
dead
he ran for congress in '48 and almost worked as a red
but the son of a bitch wouldn't pay for his daughter's
college
and he did not like black folks - don't be mislead
sometimes i wonder what the old dude woulda made of
broken windows and pink hair:
would he throw down his old world sneer? would he care?
maybe he'd cheer
maybe he'd just find the twins game and sit back in the
old chair and pop a beer