A lovely first glimpse at The Wait, as reviewed in I Don't Hear a Single. Thanks for the kind words, (whether we get all the references or not)!



Yup. It's hear. Find it on all your favorite streaming services, or have a listen here.



Hey there. Happy Sunday! How's things? Enjoying the beautiful day here, and putting some final touches on a video that's been brewing for sometime. Anyhow, it's a single from our new EP:

 The Weightless EP

...which you can download from that link. But first, have a look. Leave a thought. Share it about.
Love, your friends at Recliner.



Hey there! It's been a while. But guess what? We've been busy. We've got new music burning a collective hole in our pockets. We're running a special pre-order on vinyl with lots of other goodies, including downloads, coffee table books, T-shirts, and more.

We couldn't be more excited to be finally share it with you. So head over to our pre-order page and put in an order.



Holy Fleetwood Mac Rumors, that took long. But hey, as you can see here, Joe taught us some new chords along the way. And 15 songs later, we're pretty dang happy with the outcome. We're putting the final touches as we master all the tracks and soon you'll be able to pre-buy your copy of our new record, The Wait, in digital and vinyl formats.

But even before that, we've got an EP to drop in your laps! Like early August! It's called Ocupado, and it's like a sneak peak at what you'll get with the new long playing record, with some odds and sods thrown on for good measure. Good things do come to those who wait. So stay tuned, there's going to be a lot of Recliner-related activity come late summer and early fall. Shows, music, videos. The works.

We can't wait to share it all. 



It's official. We've got new music. What started as simple demo sessions became the real thing and now it's quite frankly burning a hole in our pockets. We've got five tracks done and on the mixing boards as we speak, errr write. Now comes the decision as to whether we get 'em out in the world now or wait until the next five or so are finished. Dilemna.
Whatever we choose to do, we know the project has a name—The Wait.

There's some politics. Some angst. Are those both the same? Some old man ponderings. Some young man ponderings. Some navel gazing. It's all in there. A little punk, a little country tinged, a little Floyd. Some Hammond Organ! Yo Greg Jones! So yeah, a Recliner record. It's gonna be fun to share whichoo. Whatever we do, we should have something out 'bout it soon. Woohoo.



We're pleased to announce the first show of the year.

We'll be playing a couple new ones from our recent songwriting flurry.

Come celebrate spring and hoist a cold one.



Greg Jones was a benefactor, an engineer, a mathematician, musician, curmudgeon, athlete, fashion plate, son, husband, bandmate, problem solver, astronomer, sailor, waterskier, surfer, ship builder, havoc maker, shop keeper, craftsman, goalie, pyrotechnician, organ refinisher, scientist, tinkerer, educator and inspirer. And that's just a partial list. He was so many things to so many people. But best of all, he was our friend.

For a nanosecond, Greg was Recliner's first bass player. Watching him play music was a special treat as he approached playing like a scientist, his brain transposing everything into mathematics. But he was soon off to bigger and better things with the Extra Action Marching Band. Still he remained a big part of our band after that—freely lending us gear, explaining musical principles, frequencies and sine waves, and even lending us his house and playing a role in our first video All Pleasure. He graced the inside of our CD covers, played on a few tracks for us, and along with his lovely wife, he inspired the lyrics to our song, In all the World. Greg was the 5th Recliner, whether he liked it or not.

The man was bigger than life and I was always a little in awe of him for it. From the day I met him back in 7th grade, I admired his "my way or the highway" attitude. It's a rare gift to have confidence of that magnitude at that age, or any, with the intelligence to back it up. Greg had it his whole life. But more than anything, he had a huge heart and would go well out of his way for his friends. He was real. His unique humor and infectious laugh endeared him to anyone who had the good fortune to meet him.

I really don't know any other person who approached life in quite the same way as Greg—seemingly without fear or regret. When he told me he had cancer, it was a huge shock. But he approached it all in a uniquely Greg Jones way. I never heard him complain—not once—about being in pain or fearing the end. In fact, he kept playing goalie on our soccer team with the same reckless abandon he always had. It wasn't that he didn't care, he just wasn't giving in physically or mentally to this thing as long as he could help it. It was truly inspiring.

One day, he explained to me how cancer was really just an early ending to an amazing life.
He said that he'd got to do almost everything he'd ever wanted to do (except climb Mt. Everest) and that he was at peace with it. He was staring a death sentence in the face with courage, dignity, humor and a true appreciation for life.

Greg impacted a lot of people in a lot of ways. He leaves a lot of very sad people behind, including his lovely wife, his mom and the countless friends he touched throughout his storied life. But every one of us is better off for knowing him. As a band and as individuals we were privileged to call him our friend. I was so glad I got to see him just before he passed to tell him how much I, and so many others, loved him. He was one of a kind and we will never forget you Greg Jones. Quite frankly, there's just no way you could.



It may be anti-climactic to some, given that the CD came out in November. But hey, it's not every day your music gets printed on vinyl (apparently, you have to wait six months for the privilege). And so what if nobody seems to have a phonograph anymore—unless of course your hip, or um, a hipster? Or just old and never bothered to get rid of it. We are one of the above and bet you are too.

The point is—the record's done and we couldn't be any more excited about it. Except that we forgot about distribution. Where can you get yours, you ask? Good question. Whereas the digital revolution has made it easier than ever to get music into your hands via digital download or compact disc (remember those?), there's no easy way to get the record out. Unless of course you simply...

Email us and tell us you want one. 
Yes, it's that simple.

That's how we're doing it (for now). $30 gets you the gorgeous, red, translucent vinyl edition of Unfinished Conversations lovingly packaged and shipped to your door. We'll even send you a digital copy while you wait.

Get your copy! It's so easy:

1. Drop us a note that you want one to recliner@me.com
2. Let us know where to send it.
3. We'll send payment instructions and off it will go.



David Bowie is gone. How could this happen? Since I was thirteen, he’s been this immortal, immovable force in my life. From the minute I “discovered” him, he’s been there with me—for me. Those few times I stopped paying attention, he would whisper in my ear and soon have my full attention again. He was one of those icons that you thought would be around forever.

But he wasn't immortal. Like all of us, he had a finite amount of time on earth to make his mark. But unlike most of us, his mark happened to change the world. Here's a man that single handedly helped end the 60’s hippy dippy culture by ushering in a post-modern era of music, art and fashion that lives on to this day in many ways.

So sure, that’s partially why I am so sad. David Bowie, the titan of influence is gone. But as a thirteen year old, I never thought of him in those terms. I still don’t. Frankly, I don’t believe he ever set out to influence the world in the way he did. By being his own unique self, by being true to his own sensibilities, it just happened. And in doing so, he changed the world. I'm certainly cutting corners here by not listing more of his achievements and the barriers he broke.

Of course, all that is true. But that's not why I've been so gutted by this news. It's because, while I never knew him, he seemed to know me. And I will miss the way he spoke to me personally. Showing me it was okay to be one of the weird ones. To dress your own way. To think your own way. And to pursue your art with reckless abandon, not worrying about the consequences or commercial appeal (except for his own admitted brief late-80's missteps). He taught me that doing your own thing for yourself was more important than anything. Just being creative for yourself. Even when people stopped listening. Because they did. We're a fickle public. Bowie didn't seem to care. He kept doing what he did, staying true to himself. That taught me more than anything. Still does.

So did I dye my hair and wear dresses to school? Well no. Other than a little eyeliner here and there, I probably didn’t change outwardly much at all. For me, it was how he touched me on the inside. How he made me think. He made it okay to feel isolated, alienated and alone. But then he also showed the way out of those depths through creativity. If you draw nothing else from this man, you have to recognize his endless creativity.  

I know I'm one of millions and millions mourning his loss, but I've never felt so deeply saddened as I am in losing someone I never knew. It feels very personal. As I'm sure it does for so many. I am left with a strange mix of mourning and a feeling of mortality, like I've lost the last thing that connected me to my youth. But more than anything, I'm left forever indebted to him—for igniting my love of music and helping me see the world through an altogether different set of glasses. 

The man was cool until the end. The fucking coolest. Even as he knew he was about to move on to the next world, he put all his energy into turning those feelings and emotions into art that stands with some of his best work. He'd even started writing a new batch of songs in case he had time to bring them to life. He simply never gave up, or gave in to the the fashions of the day. Not many artists can say that. As the world rises in tribute, and it's been amazing to see how many he touched, I still mourn for the man as if I've lost one of my nearest and dearest friend. But I know I'm not alone. And I know that his music, influence and inspiration will live with me and so many others, forever. In that way, David Bowie will never be gone. And for that I am grateful.



Three ways to get your copy (CD or download):

Visit CD Baby for a download or CD copy
Visit Bandcamp for your download with digital booklet
Or visit iTunes

You won't be sorry. 



It's nearly here...the new record and CD. Yes, both are in process as we speak. Should even have a test pressing of the record soon. And by soon, I mean less than a month. Seems the kids dig records again these days and so the process is takes quite long due to supply and demand. Lots of demand, hardly any supply as most of the record plants went out of business. Imagine how lucky to be one of the last record remaining plants in operation! 

As such, we'll be breaking up the release of the CD and record into two, with a CD release party on October 17th, and our record release sometime in January. Can't make the 17th, how about the 15th?! That's when we'll be warming the stage for our friends in District 8 for their CD release party. 

Sadly, there will be no cassette tape release party, unless you're counting the one featured on our new t-shirts (see design above). Get yours at any Recliner show while supplies last.

Two ways to get your RECLINER fix:

Oct. 15
Hotel Utah
500 4th St. SF, CA

Oct 17 - Benefitting the Rene Garcia Memorial Fund
The Barrel House
80 Tehama St., SF, CA



We've completed tracking. That image below is the album cover...theoretically, if we can get it printed. Pretty cool, huh? But we need your help. Help us get the new record, Unfinished Conversations, off the hard drive and into your hands! ORDER YOUR COPY.


RECLINER AND STROKE 9 -- Benefitting the Rene' Garcia, Jr. Memorial Fund

As we head back to the studio this weekend, we look forward to rocking soon in remembrance of a great friend, Rene Garcia, Jr.