Pieces of Ten Months Prior
Combining all of the folky idiosyncratic qualities of a Jack Johnson (She said, Later gator, I replied, In a while crocodile) with complex metaphorical turns of phrase one might hear from Damien Rice or Ben Taylor (Our love lies in the city sidewalks, under the bed of asphalt, where Santo Domingo means Jerusalem), In.C is a dynamic singer/songwriter whose music defies easy characterization and cries for an intelligent, attentive audience. There is a certain ethereal quality to the beginning notes of Staring at the Bridge that creates the feeling that one is experiencing something more than a mere song. Contrast this feeling with the undeniable specificity of references to retracing our trail of tears back to 86th and Lex and you have a delightfully well-designed hodgepodge of musical candy that is now being distributed to the masses. What makes in.cs music stand out, however, is one word: truth. Whether the songs are about love, loss, metaphysics, friendship, or growth, they resonate with sincerity and meaning. One finds not only a thoughtful and intelligent young man authoring tracks with substance; one inevitably finds oneself in the music, as it takes the listener away to places one would either love to revisit or would dread entering - one of the many joys of his lyrical diversity.