Philosophy, Grunge, And NYU: An Interview With Brooklyn Band DREAMERS

Philosophy, Grunge, And NYU: An Interview With Brooklyn Band DREAMERS

This psychedelic rock-and-roll band is one to look out for.

“We consider ourselves a rock and roll band,” said frontman and lead singer of the Brooklyn-based band DREAMERS, Nick Wold. Guitarist Nelson and newly-joined drummer Jacob Wick lounged on a couch alongside Wold, all three of them surrounded by a graffiti and sticker-filled walls in a back room of The Knitting Factory in Brooklyn. The three-piece band has gained a lot of momentum, having released their singles “Wolves (You Got Me)” and more recently “Shooting Shadows” in the past year. They are moving on with their tour in North America, with show dates set for the west coast and Canada in the coming months. Powered by the sounds of bands like Nirvana, the Beatles, and Stone Temple Pilots, DREAMERS boasts energetic guitar riffs mixed with Wick’s dynamic drumming. While they are reminiscent of bands like the Strokes, who they cite as one of their influences, they also proudly display their grunge roots.

Wold explained how a lot of the writing has happened “on the fly” since the band was formed. Their EP "Dreamers" has three tracks that were written by Wold before he even met Nelson. “We wrote the album before meeting Jake...I’m the main writer and I’ve collaborated with other artists. The song 'Shooting Shadows' that’s out right now, I wrote with the singer of Atlas Genius, Keith. That was a collab. Since we got into LA this summer we’re been collabing [and] meeting so many people.”

The essence of what DREAMERS represent can be found in a short manifesto on their website, written by the band. While it might be slightly unusual for a band to have their own philosophy, Wold explains their thinking: “I think that the core point of rock and roll to me is philosophy and ideas. So we thought it wouldn’t really be complete if we didn’t put [it] out there...we had this name DREAMERS, which is kinda so grandiose in a way and I felt like we had to say something about why we think that it’s an interesting idea and why it’s important to us. So we just really wanted to stamp it up there on that weird psychedelic site.” But they don’t just limit their philosophy to themselves, they invite their fans to submit dreams, ideas, and experiences on their website through a “Submit Your Dream” box.

Being relatively new and still budding amongst every other aspiring band in Brooklyn, we asked the boys about the toughest part of starting this musical journey.

“Convincing yourself that you can do it, that’s half the battle. This band’s only about a year and a half old, Jacob’s our new drummer, he’s only been with us for about a month and our first album is… we just finished it so it’s going really well. We’ve all played in bands before and done this a lot so we feel like this is kind of a second or third draft for us,” said Wold.

When asked about their beginnings, all three of them admitted to being musically inclined from the start. Nelson’s parents bought him a bass at age 13 which he played non-stop and Wick grew up in a musical household and always knew he wanted to pursue music. Wold actually attended NYU and was excited to reminisce about his time there. “NYU was amazing for me...I went and studied music there, actually playing saxophone at that time, which is a well kept secret…that I’m a sax man at heart. It was incredible, I love New York, it’s like my favorite city to live in the world. The first time I moved there I was like 18, I lived in the East Village, incredible.” We agree with Wold that NYU is an inspiring place to be, regardless of what you’re studying.

As for the future, the band is looking to hit the road with new music very soon. “We have a bunch of new music that we have been grinding away on and we’re really excited…[to] come out on the road again...tour a lot and...start releasing it,” said Wold.

Cover Image Credit: Amanda Choy, 2015

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The End Of The Semester As Told By Todd Chrisley

Because we're all a little dramatic like Todd sometimes.

The last 3-4 weeks of every college student’s semester are always crazy hectic. We have last minute assignments, group projects, and exams all squeezed into the last few weeks before break.

Sometimes we all need a little humor, and sometimes we are all a little dramatic, so why not experience the last few weeks of the semester as told by the king of drama himself, Todd Chrisley of Chrisley Knows Best.

1. Sitting in class listening to your professor explain upcoming assignments/exams.

2. When your group project members refuse to do anything until the night before it's due or just show up the day of to present.

3. When you and your roommate try to cook with whatever few ingredients you have left in stock.

Because we definitely want to avoid going to the grocery store at the end of the semester if we can.

4. When your parents get tired of you calling them about every little inconvenience in your life.

5. Sitting down to work on assignments.

6. Your thoughts when the professor is telling you what they want from you out of an assignment.

7. When you've had about 30 mental breakdowns in 2 days.

8. Trying to search out the class for the right group members.

9. The last few days of classes where everyone and everything is getting on your nerves.

10. When your friend suggests going out but you're just done with the world.

11. This. On the daily.

12. When all you want to do is snuggle up and watch Christmas movies.

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The Breath of Solitude

A Poem With A Prologue // Polar Viewpoints.



She smacks your parted lips,

sucking the dry,

open cracks to a seal.

Pumping energy into your chest

and sending a continuous shiver

from lung to navel.

You can't help but cough,

as your lungs tighten and twist.

Ringing the frosty sensation out –

slipping through your parted lips.

The same parted lips that

allowed her deliberate fingers

to crawl inside

where she can escape her own dimension

of solitude.

The Breath of Solitude

All I know

is solitude.

We chat

every day

in conversations that circulate

behind the backs

of the present.

Solitude grinds my coffee beans,

as we sit

with our legs crossed,

waiting for dawn

to explode over our opaque landscape.

Solitude runs my bath,


as the Sun crashes

against the diminishing horizon.

But none of this is reality.

I am above

the dimension of reality.

Not theoretically,

but physically.

I am only a tool

to be used in the dimension

of your reality.

Drifting in and out,

twirling through your negative space.

My only purpose

is found through your breath;

but what do I do

when you stop breathing?

I wait for your fingers,

less deliberate than mine,

but filled with that

that I lack.

I cannot see the blood

that sloshes through the veins

in your innocent hands.

The blood that energizes

those fingers

upon which I wait.

But I know

the blood is there.

It isn't

what you do.

It isn't

the way you move.

Simply put,

it is

the way

that you exist.

The sheer fact

that you have a bursting burgundy waterfall


not only through your fingers,

but engulfing all of you

in its rich,



The only waterfall

that I encompass

is the waterfall

that you imagine.

I have no blood;

I have no way to exist.

And so I

wait for your fingers,

less deliberate than mine,

but filled with that

that I lack.

I wait for your fingers

to filter the heat

to a state of regulation,

a state of production,

a state in which I can exist.

The peach fuzz

that sleeps on the bridge of your nose

begins to rise

when your fingers initiate the flame.

The temperature reacts,

as would my heartbeat,

if I had a bursting burgundy waterfall,

or some type of life source

inhabiting my chest cavity.

As the heat

starts to melt

my metaphorical skin,

I become reality.

I don't have a face to smile,

or eyes to produce tears.

But I have thoughts.

I have words to say,

I have feelings to express.

I still can only drift,

in and out,

twirling through your negative space,

but now spiraling

into your positive space,

as well.


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