Adam Young
Adam Young
Owl City is an American electronica project created in 2007 in Owatonna, Minnesota; it is one of several projects by singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Adam Young. Young created the project while experimenting with music in his parents' basement. Owl City developed a following on the social networking site MySpace, like many musicians who achieved success in the late 2000s, before signing with Universal Republic Records, now Republic Records, in 2008...
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth5 July 1986
CityOwatonna, MN
david knows round tests
I did my first round of chemotherapy on Monday. David knows about all of the tests going on.
answering call david hit labor people phone remember sounds yes
It was me, David and one phone line. David was up here on Labor Day answering phones. People would call up and say, 'This sounds like David' and he'd say, 'Uh, yes sir.' Then they'd say, 'I remember that 5-wood you hit in Atlanta.
david guy year
David has always been kind of a back-page guy and this year he's been front-page stuff.
days few four hit three worse
I thought I breezed through it. It hit me a few days later. You do get tired. Will it get worse after three or four months? I don't know.
coming high low peaks seem systems
We seem to have high peaks and low points, but more systems always seem to be coming in.
Wow, he made another one. He made another birdie.
jesus grace-and-mercy imperfect
I am fallen, flawed and imperfect. Yet drenched in the grace and mercy that is found in Jesus Christ, there is strength
color different canvas
There is no old Adam Young, there is no new Adam Young, merely different colors and different brushstrokes over the same canvas.
long people guy
I'm a very introverted guy, so I don't need to be around people for as long as someone who's very extroverted to get that sort of social fix per se.
waiting forget busy
Maybe some are so busy waiting, they forget what indescribable beauty is right there in front of them.
heart mountain realizing
You’ve got mountains of your own, I’ll bet on it. Take heart. Be encouraged. Remain steadfast. Hang on for dear life. You’ve got a better grip than you realize.
weed memories eye
It's funny how insomnia has a way of hauling faded memories up from the cellar of the mind, unearthing buried bits of nostalgia from deep within and spreading the broken, jagged pieces out in front of you like a display of junk at a garage sale. It makes you feel cheap and guilty when you didn't do a thing in the world to kindle the dull burn in your veins or the sting in your eyes. Some nights the painful past unexpectedly pushes up through the floorboards like an ugly nightmarish weed, and by doing so, cultivates and nurtures an entirely new species of headache.
writing opportunity ice-cream
When you write, produce, engineer and mix everything yourself, it tends to take a long time to do anything. And when you're a perfectionist little monster, it makes it even harder. But it's a blast and I wouldn't trade the opportunity for all the ice cream sandwiches in the universe.
mistake voice track
When you listen to someone sing from inside their head, their same mix, and you listen to their voice as loud as they like it, or the track of the band as low as they like it, you can really hear all of the nuances and the mistakes if there are any.