The Dear Hunter Years (2005-Present)
While a member of TREOS, Casey wrote the Dear Ms. Leading Demos, tracks that did not seem to fit the style TREOS had become accustomed to playing. Casey decided after he parted ways with TREOS to devote his time and abilities to The Dear Hunter and make it his full time band. In September 2006, the band released its first album Act I: The Lake South, The River North, an eight track EP, on Triple Crown Records. The album was widely praised by critics, despite loads of negative feedback from fans due to its irregular and unique styles, which, though not completely unlike those of TREOS, were distinguishably different from his former bands. As time wore on more and more fans began to gravitate towards The Dear Hunter because of the intricate storyline woven within their first album, a tale of a young man who lost his overwhelmingly caring and affectionate prostitute mother at a young age. The Dear Hunter exploded onto the music scene in May 2007 when the band released their first full-length album, Act II: The Meaning of, and All Things Regarding Ms. Leading, a continuation of Act I, throughout which the main character has various encounters with a certain young female, Ms. Leading, a prostitute like his mother who misleads him into believing that she loved him after a night spent alone together that ended in a loss of the boy's virginity. A book based on the story of Act II has been completed and authored by Casey. Artist, Kent St. John is currently working on the illustrations for the book. Casey is currently looking for a publisher or will publish it on his own, a process that may take a while.In recent news, he produced the album Fangs for the band Falling Up in 2008.
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Famous quotes containing the words dear, hunter and/or years:
“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:”
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
“The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air- conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.”
—Jean Baudrillard (b. 1929)
“The cloud was so dark that it needed all the bright lights that could be turned upon it. But for four years there was a contagion of nobility in the land, and the best blood North and South poured itself out a libation to propitiate the deities of Truth and Justice. The great sin of slavery was washed out, but at what a cost!”
—M. E. W. Sherwood (1826–1903)