The product of Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore's eight month sailboat journey along the Atlantic coastline-- music made to wane away the monotony of the waves, to entertain and tell the story of husband and wife's voluntary exile from the outside world.
The bands new (and first album) has wheedled its way from obscurity by sheer force of will, not by the band itself, but rather by friends of friends of friends, etc... In fact they are almost comically apathetic about any type of notoriety. The band name, Tennis-- dubbed because of Patrick's childhood neighborhood yuppie environment where everyone played tennis, itself serves as almost at symbolic lambast toward doing whats expected of you for "success".
Appropriately, Patrick ruminates on how to do what you want:
I started seriously saving for a sailboat about four years ago. That’s when I decided that I can’t go to concerts anymore because when I go to a concert, I want a beer. All of a sudden a $10 cover turns into $25 if I want a record or something.
These last three years have really been about shaping our desires through a life of saving rather than destroying all our desires by wanting to go out and buy stuff. We didn’t really go to concerts for the last three years at all. We were on this hardcore saving plan, where every ounce of money was going into the bank or going into a mutual fund, just trying to get as much money as possible. Then we did it, and everyone was like, “Well, that was weird. How did you do that?” It’s not that hard if you just realize it. If you want to go backpacking in Patagonia for a year, if you want to live in Europe for a year, make a plan. It’s totally possible today.
Either way, the 60'sesque lo-fi pop certianly has a tone of off the cuff vintage east coast sailboating inspiration. Listen and take a quick peek at their LP, Cape Dory.
