Baby Dayliner

Baby Dayliner



May 14, 2009 - Baby Dayliner Returns With MP3, Heavy Airplay on KEXP
The Tenth Sexiest Everyday Man of 2008 has returned for some 2009 sexiness. This week, Baby Dayline...

November 21, 2008 - Baby Dayliner Named One of Ten Sexiest Everyday Men of 2008
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May 23, 2008 - Baby Dayliner Now Playing With Live Band
After a quiet winter and spring, Baby Dayliner has surfaced in time for summer, playing the Found So...

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Baby Dayliner (AKA Ethan Marunas) was born and raised in New York City, and went to LaGuardia High School of Music and Art, and the Performing Arts, also known as the "FAME" high school. His undergraduate study was done at St. John's College in Annapolis, MD. After varying roles in various bands, Marunas decided to take the stage as a solo act. He became deft at synths, samplers, and recording, and began crafting songs that would come to life as the Baby Dayliner stage show.

INFLUENCES: Marunas' first big sonic influence was classical music that his parents and private teachers fed him as a child violinist (age 7-17). Later came jazz and hip-hop records. Strangely enough, his first pop music love was Hall and Oates, which he listened to alongside Kabuki theater music and other diverse sounds.

RIYL: Serge Gainsbourg, Frank Sinatra, James Brown, New Order, David Bowie, Daft Punk, The Smiths, Stephin Merritt.

THE MOVEMENT (inspired by The Tris McCall Report
Baby Dayliner is a performer
The crowds at his shows are filled with a variety of night dwellers: curiosity-seekers and punk rockers, the creative and the created, musicians and artists, pop fetishists and thugs. They've watched the previous few acts with their arms crossed in the familiar stand-offish way, but now bodies are in motion. It's involuntary, they're swept away--these are the very last people you'd ever see cutting loose at a show, but here they are not afraid to show they love it. Supremely in tune with his audience, head back, singing with passion, fury, and ruthless intelligence, cross-stepping, smiling wide, and squeezing every drop of meaning out of each syllable. All arms in the air now! Shouts and whistles. The crowd is dancing in a frenzy of recognition and pure excitement, and Baby Dayliner is whipping them to do more. He turns, he shakes, he croons and shouts over thunderous beats and bass. One man, one machine in supreme synchronicity. And now everyone is in thrall to the delirium of the moment. Is this the encore? Nah, friend, the show's just started, and it's the closest thing the jaded New York scene will ever have to a homegrown Beatle-mania. Baby Dayliner has arrived.

Baby Dayliner is a writer
His songs are supremely literate--drawing from a formidable lexicon and an enormous repository of storytelling strategies. His intelligence is never on display for its own sake; instead, it's a tool for communicating sophisticated narratives. Some of the songs are missives, many are descriptive, and almost all contain indelible, inspiring and unforgettable language. He juxtaposes rap hyperbole and the sarcasm of the noveau bohemians with the language common to the New York nightlife--all of it sung to the delight and identification of the local crowd.

Baby Dayliner is a producer
He understands his machines and knows how to coax out of them maximum excitement. He's a pop song fabricator of discarded parts and pieces, which make his songs continually surprising in their melodicism and composition. There are elements of mid-80s synthpop, European post-punk, 70s disco, top 40 radio, and underground rap. There are hypnotic synth pulses, rafter-rattling choruses, new romantic moods and often a unique, polished style of hip-hop and dance production that could easily earn him rotation on commercial radio.

Baby Dayliner is a revelation
He plays maximum rock'n'roll hangouts in front of punk crowds, hip-hop crowds, folk crowds, hardcore crowds. He regularly follows bands with formidable wattage (Scissor Sisters, The National, Trans Am). Yet when he opens his mysterious suitcase, turns on his gear, and walks to center stage, he inevitably proceeds to move the crowd, open eyes, and blow minds. He broadcasts tropes and language from rap and disco in settings where neither rap nor disco are typically heard, but he sells it every time, without condescending to either form. He is bravely building bridges, doing profound theoretical work, all the while getting busy and never forgetting to entertain. Fundamentally he is a communicator, one who makes sure you hear every syllable he sings-and his ever-growing audience hangs on every syllable. Baby Dayliner is by no means the only one-person act to come on the music scene of late, but he is by far the most intelligent, the most multi-faceted, the most syncretic and single-minded. By relentlessly challenging his audience, by taking the lead and daring the crowd to follow, he makes a profound impact on every room he plays. But now I've said too much. This act is brilliant, and it encapsulates all the best New York City music has to offer...

Come see for yourself.

So Much Silence (Internet): "I grew up listening to hip-hop, and I'm always aware of it. Even top 40 crap. Hip-hop is a big part of my dictionary but I'm not a real thorough fan of it. Certain albums stick out. Nas' first album. Common's Resurrection. The first couple De La albums. The first couple Tribe albums. Jay-Z's whole library, for the most part. I listen to Aesop Rock and Blockhead, who are friends from way back. The new Ghostface album is solid. Gnarls Barkley sounds cool. Dr. Octagon. Big Daddy Kane. Jungle Bros."

Village Voice (New York, NY): Baby Dayliner prerecords lo-fi synth-ditties at home, carries his gear on stage in an old suitcase, and then sings along like a one-man karaoke act. There's more than novelty going on: With his low-throated voice, earnest love songs, and silly-yet-somehow-genuine rapping, Baby Dayliner is crafting beguiling songs that test the limits of sincerity. An offbeat, endearing surprise.