Not Just A Pretty Face…

Did he ever tell you about the time he came home late from a gig in New York, blacked out and drove his car into the Connecticut River? Yeah, he swam out through the sunroof, walked through a field drenched in the October chill of New England, found a home with a light on and banged on the door until the people in the house called the cops. After they took him to the hospital and dried him off, he got a ride to his house in Hartford, snuck in through the window because he didn’t have his keys (they were in the submerged car twenty feet out into the current of the river, currently being towed out by two trucks), got dressed and went to Planet Of Sound Recording Studios downtown where he finished mixing the record he was working on with Prog Rock Hall Of Famer Tony Spada. Only after finishing the project did he tell Mr. Spada and his wife about what had happened before coming to the studio, and when they asked him in shock why he didn’t stay home, Brenner answered in typical fashion: “I felt fine, and I had work to do.”

Countless similar instances ranging various degrees of mayhem and brilliance spotted the incredible and unforgettable life of our good friend and lead guitarist Brenner Eugenides. He strove in all things not to be the best, but to be his best. This is why he is remembered as a teenager playing guitar for literally days on end, why his instructors beam at the sound of his name and recount moments of zen brilliance sprinkled with Calvin & Hobbes humor, why his bandmates weep hearing the few recordings that remain to remind us of his effortless musical mastery. As a friend, a family member, a musician, a professional and as a man, Brenner set the bar high for all around him and drove us all to be better, not because he told us to be but because we knew he wanted us to be.

At the end of the day, Brenner’s long time problem with managing his diabetes caught up with him. Never wanting to take a day off, Brenner pressed on with his vision, which was to soar. He didn’t seem to admit to himself that he, too, was human and needed rest and care. Three days before he left us he worked at a benefit show to help foreclosure victims keep their homes. Until the end Brenner never compromised his insane work ethic and his personal standard of excellence. All we can do in his wake is to play harder, live louder, and love longer. For those of us who knew him: remember that face he made the few times he was legitimately impressed, the devilish smile when he presented an impossible idea, how the air moved when he played that damn blue guitar. May we move the air so.

In tribute to our man, Broken Glow is hosting “Not Just A Pretty Face: Celebrating The Life And Times Of Brenner Eugenides” at Spike Hill (Williamsburg, BKNY) on Saturday April 28th. A night of Brooklyn musicians paying tribute to one of our finest, the event will be used to raise funds for the Juvenile Diabetes ResearchFoundation. This is an opportunity for anyone whose life Brenner touched in some way to pay your respects to a soundtrack of his friends in the music community. Performers include the inimitable Jim Earl, Chicks Throwing Bricks, The Golden Age Of Transit, Cousin Sleaze and Broken Glow, joined by the illustrious Jon Connors. Come dance with us and throw some tunes up to the man!


Bushwick’s Most Wanted: Broken Glow & The FBI

A few weeks ago, Broken Glow went to see Chris Carr and Keith Lay of Brooklyn Wildlife with acoustic guitars, a djembe, a dutch and a 12-rack in hand. After playing a few tunes, we all got to talking about the band’s origins and swapping stories. As is typically the case in these situations, the topic of the Federal Bureau of Investigation came up, and we realized we’d never really told the story in a format where people can read what ACTUALLY happened. SO, here it is, boys and girls, the official story of Broken Glow and the FBI…


Having moved the previous summer from Hartford, CT into Bushwick’s famed McKibbin lofts in Brooklyn, NY, the boys found themselves in a strange spot. The band had spent a year crammed ass-to-elbow in a tiny loft space, using it as their headquarters and hosting infrequent open mics. They were frequent performers and attendees at Potion Open Mics and at such DIY venues as The Cloud and Good Friend Electric, but began to notice a shift in the tide. The spring of 2011 saw what felt like a mass exodus as landlord pressures forced the louder tenants of the building out and by June Garrett, Brenner & Paul had one month left on their lease with few prospects of finding a new home. Andrew, still in living in the Upper East Side, had solidified his role in the group as Broken Glow started putting the finishing touches on their soon to be released EP “Watercolors,” set for release that July. With a month to find a new apartment, finish producing the record and orchestrate their massive CD release party with Live Astro, gigging and rehearsals never slowed and time was not on their side. In the last days of the month, after running nonstop for weeks, they finally secured an apartment in Bed Stuy and spent the waning hours of the morning packing, unpacking, sweeping, saying goodbyes, and adjusting to their new home.


The release party (shot by Chris Carr) was a success – old friends and new friends gathered to bring music to the Brooklyn air as I AM THE THIRD, CALL 2 CONSCIOUSNESS and BACKWORDS joined Broken Glow on the stage at Live Astro, a custom clothing store in Williamsburg. The store’s backyard hosted a BBQ and free drinks, DJ Gordon Gartrell spinning tunes all day, and rock music on the open air stage, built by members of Broken Glow and Mr. Astro himself. It was a huge success for the band, putting a stamp on their new sound and bringing a hell of a time to all who were there.

The following week was quiet enough – the boys resumed their normal routines, continued to rehearse, and played a show in Boston the following weekend. That Tuesday, however, there were whisperings about some strange happenings on McKibbin street. As the group now lived in a different neighborhood, they could only guess at the cryptic Facebook posts from their friends, hinting at federal agents’ presence and reporters combing the buildings asking questions. Finally, a friend from Bushwick sent Brenner a text message saying something about the FBI knocking on the door of the old Broken Glow apartment. While this was puzzling, the boys took the news in stride and posted to their Twitter page in typical fashion: “so what would you do if you heard the FBI was knockin’ on your door?”


The following morning, Garrett arose early to prepare for work. As he opened his Facebook account he noticed many strange posts that seemed to be talking about the band. In particular, a post by Mr. William Bartholomew in the Potion Collective page caught his eye. After finally checking out the link, Garrett was directed to THIS article in the New York Post.

In short, the article reported that the FBI had just undergone a massive sting operation nationwide in search of members of internet activist group Anonymous. The group had claimed responsibility for an attack on PayPal the previous December, flooding the site’s servers with activity and shutting the service down, reportedly in response to their lack of support for Wikileaks. For whatever reason, the feds had targeted Broken Glow’s previous apartment in the McKibbin lofts as a site of internet espionage, and on the morning of July 19th they kicked down the door of 255 McKibbin St #510 hoping to find the boys in all their hacking glory. Instead, they found the new tenants, a few college age girls who’d just moved in, scared stiff by armed agents barging down their door at the crack of dawn.

The tone of the article, given the typical sensationalist bent of the Post, seemed to project Broken Glow as a band of vigilante criminal masterminds with the feds hot on their trail, skating out of harm’s way at the last second and leaving filth in their wake. The truth is, though, that the members of the band had no knowledge of wrongdoing, and in fact have no affiliation with either computer hackers OR active political groups. The Post reports “empty beer bottles and dirty clothes” as having been left behind, though the boys stayed up into the wee hours of their last morning as tenants scrubbing and readying the unit for the new tenants. As far as the boys were concerned they’d done nothing to warrant any kind of government surveillance, and to hear about being a national target by reading it in the paper is not the most settling way to hear such news. Thus, with no other options at their disposal, the boys did the only thing they knew how: roll with it.


Over the coming days, Broken Glow saw a firestorm of press the likes of which they’d never known. Gawker, Minyanville, L Magazine, Brooklyn Daily, Brooklyn Wildlife and others began re-posting the original article, each with their own bent on the story. Some wrote about The Post’s inaccuracies and sensationalism, others about the FBI and their intentions/methods. Some wrote about music, others simply reposted. Whatever the angle, the story was hot, and it wasn’t long before the doorbell rang at the boys’ actual home.

FBI agents came to interview members of the band on two separate occasions that week. On the morning after the press got ahold of the story, Paul answered the door in gym shorts to see two armed and badged officers requesting entry. When asked by the agents why he didn’t seem surprised to see federal officers at his door, he promptly showed them the previous day’s Post. After some routine questioning and scanning of apartment, it became clear to the officers that the band was not comprised of tech savvy criminal masterminds, and before leaving the agents quipped that Paul seemed “like a nice guy, except for all the weed and pipes around.” The agents returned the following day to speak with Garrett, making sure the stories lined up, and they struck up a conversation about rock music after an officer noticed the massive “London Calling” poster behind Garrett’s Marshall stack in the basement. With the feds off their trail, Broken Glow continued to field questions and do follow-ups in the wake of such a strange few days. The boys have yet to hear back from the bureau since that week, but every black Lincoln cab that rolls slowly by is sure to get a long stare down.


Yes, the truth is that Broken Glow did nothing wrong, had no involvement in illegal activity, and were once again put through the ringer as a result of others’ misdoings. But you’d think the boys would’ve gotten used to that scenario – since then they’ve had their power shut off for an entire August week due to misdeeds on the part of the previous tenants of their new home, been forcefully evicted the day before Thanksgiving because of their landlord’s crooked practices, and continue to generally be on the bad graces of the fates. You’re wrong, though, if you think this could stand in the way of Brenner, Garrett, Paul, and Andrew. In fact, the boys continue to use their typical measure for dealing with adversity – say “fuck it,” hit the road, and keep rocking. So when you hear “Won’t Be Sold” on Broken Glow’s new full length record, due out this spring, you’ll know what the band means when they say they didn’t fit the mold.