Hi, I'm Denver. I'm a 27 year old hometaping fanatic. My influences include the Mountain Goats, The Ekphrastics, and Charlie McAlister. I'm a sucker for a song with violins in it, and I used to write about competitive Counter-Strike. Nowadays, I write a lot of poems, most of which I try to turn into songs. I love cats; Tiger, my late cat, was deeply influential on me and helped me see my way through an adolescence that I didn't think I'd make it through. Currently, I have two other cats--Delilah and Apollo. They're some of the sweetest creatures I've ever met in my life, and I feel very lucky to have them around every day. My partner and I also recently adopted a third cat together, whose name is Enoch. You can find pictures of Enoch over on my Bluesky.
Delilah (left) and Apollo (right)
Tiger, as painted by Luigi Falagario of Almost Halloween Time Records. If you're unfamiliar with Almost Halloween Time, you're missing out. Luigi's one-of-a-kind cover design is amazing, and was my largest influence when I was creating Disarmingly Bright.
At this point, I'm trying to piece together a few solo projects, which are described in more detail on the home page. These include an album and two EPs, but will probably expand as time goes on.
Five years ago, on August 31st, 2019, my cat Tiger passed away. I wrote and recorded the song below to tell him about the things he's missed in the last five years. I have so much to tell him.
That's all I really have to say at this point. I'll leave you with a poem. I've added some dashed lines in the event that you want to print this page and cut the poem out of it like a BOGO coupon at the Ames. Do those still exist? According to Wikipedia they've gone bankrupt twice, but they're returning in 2026—at a certain point, you'd think they'd just cut their losses.
My entire life within memory
The unfinished basement in my parents' house
Was full of sports memorabilia
Mass produced pucks with printed-on signatures
Footballs, pendants, and photographs
Most of it featuring John Elway
My dad was the only Broncos fan
I really ever knew in Jeannette
I'm sure I met more at some point or another but
None of them were committed enough
To name their son after them
So that every time he introduced himself
At least one person would ask
If his parents named him after the football team
I didn't know my dad before he was my father
I never got to see him when he still had heroes
When Lemieux and Elway were still playing
He hasn't touched any of his treasures in years
Most of it is hung on walls gathering dust
Or on a fireplace mantle doing the same
Maybe one day my collection
Of assorted Mountain Goats memorabilia
Will be displayed in the same way
In an unfinished basement
In a town you really only pass through
Without another fan within double-digit miles
If I ever reach that point
At the very least
I'll have the decency to name my son John
That way, when he grows up
He won't have to deal with all the people asking
If his parents were Mountain Goats fans
Denver (Sawyr)