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Music Mondays: As Fire Falls

Source: Concert Photography 208

Source: Concert Photography 208

Music Monday is ready to throw some metal horns up and enjoy AsFireFalls!

Founded by brothers Kris Lindstrom (Lead/Harsh Vocals) and Nic Lindstrom (Drums/Programming/Electronics) back in 2013 with other members who liked writing, and playing for fun. Like most freshman bands the original line up ended up leaving, and only the 2 Lindstorm brothers were left. These 2 men however, would not let this set back keep them from realizing the bands potential. Exploring the deeps of craigslist, they found Nick Gregory (Guitar), for an unrelated reason, and Nick ended up joining the band around 2015. Kris, while working at Jimmy Johns, met Chris Hale (Bass/Harsh Vocals) and he joined soon after the departure of the former bassist around 2016. With lineup changes, random discoveries and meetings at a Jimmy Johns the current lineup of AsFireFalls was made!


Kris found his love for music by picking up a guitar and learning to sing while playing at church. Nic found his drumming prowess in the same capacity. Nic has also been making dubstep/electronic music since he was 12 years old. He spends a good majority of the day making music! Music Monday believes this is true due to the amazing technicality of each song beat. Nic creates all of the sounds from scratch and this precision song creating makes up one fourth of what it takes to build a song. Nick, the guitarist, was born with the instrument in hand playing and ready for the spotlight. The band states: “He started out learning to play his favorite songs from Disturbed and somehow through that, just practicing, and playing all the time [he] has evolved into what you see and hear now.” Chris, has been in the local scene for a while playing guitar, bass, and screaming in several other bands. Chris is responsible for helping write lyrics, along with Kris, and helping structure the songs.


Each band member brings their own influence to this fantastic band. Drummer Nic for example, listens to a lot of electronic music and rap/ hip hop. The guitarist Nick likes that kind of music as well, but also listens to a lot of rock, modern metal and Nu-metal. The band takes these influences to give them the inspiration for different aspects of their songs, such as time signatures, chord structures, etc.


This band takes their music very personally and does not put cookie cutter lyrics or riffs into their music for the hell of it. The band states: “Music has a way of impacting people and they take it personally and sometimes spiritually. We write based on what we want the feeling of the song to have but it’s also up to the listener to determine what the song means to them.”

AsFireFalls is using the 2018 momentum of their west coast tour and their performance at Joshuafest to catapult them into 2019! The band knows that 2019 will be their biggest year yet! The band is extremely proud and excited to announce their new single "Transcendent" will release on March 14th


Even though I discovered AsFireFalls only a short time ago, at Breakdown Ball , this band is quickly becoming a staple while rocking out in my car. Music Monday highly recommends that you check them out! Your ears and soul will thank you.

Make sure you check out their new single "Transcendent" that came out on March 14 on 100.3 The X with Randy Perkins

Instagram: @asfirefallsofficial
Twitter: @asfirefallsband

LOVE IN THE BOI: Jen + Brian

Meet Jen and Brian.

Their love story started on the first day of college at BSU. Their love continues to thrive and grow since day one.

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My husband and I met on the first day of college in the Chaffee Dorms at BSU.  He was from Spokane Washington and was in Boise to wrestle on scholarship, I was from the Seattle area and we started dating 6 months later—never looking back—and relocating to the Boise area.  Fun facts:  we have spent 24 Valentine’s Days together, we have 3 daughters, and we all train jiu-jitsu together.  Most fun fact:  Brian is fighting on the pro-card for Front Street Fights in Boise on February 1st after a 7 year retirement.  

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She wrote a story about the moment that sealed the deal for them to become more than friends.  It was featured in the Stonecrop Magazine at College of Western Idaho and it encompasses so much charm about Boise, and being kids and about loving the simple things about each other.  Here’s her story:

How We Became Us

I called him that night, Friday. The cold gray walls of my dorm were easy to resist, and when I asked him if he wanted to hang out, he did.

We hopped into his red Nissan pick-up, and over the radio, he asked me if I wanted to drive. I lurched and stalled it so many times that we traded seats. He may have laughed at me—yes, I am sure he did.

My lack of experience was a novelty.

We went up the hills overlooking the City of Trees. The air was cold and crisp, and lighted by Christmas. When we reached the top of the highest hill, the frosted, twinkling city so far below, we teetered there at the edge. Lying before us was some semblance of a road. Darkness on the backside of the hill swallowed up the Nissan’s narrow headlight beams.

"Let's go for it.”

He stepped on the gas and together we slipped down into the night and the mud, away from the city, from finals, cardboard pizza, stale coffee, and the quiet of an all-girls dorm. The engine called it quits when we plunged to a stop at the dark bottom of, what? We couldn't discern anything. The road was not a road at all, but a trap.  Other auto-victims had been here before.


Striking a flare and circling around, we spied underbrush for miles upon miles.  Deep scars of tire tread were etched into the ground around us.  An abandoned car.  A side view mirror, broken and half-buried. 

He fumbled with the winch, but sagebrush offers no leverage and when I pointed the flare to the ground, it licked my palm and singed my sleeve and I dropped it with a yelp.

We grasped shovels and flung mud until exhaustion formed blisters and then collapsed into the bed of his truck, tracing constellations in the sky and laughing at the mud smeared on our temples.  Giving in, we planned our escape route on foot. 

We were crushed by darkness and lost feeling in our toes but we were kids with no weight on our shoulders, and getting stranded in the hills was no big thing. Especially when it meant wearing a warm coat that smelled like him, holding hands, and catching the glint of that first-love spark.

But like I said, it was no big thing. Even when the tow truck gave up and the tractor said, "No way." To the tune of $400—all his measly college savings—the Nissan was set free by a CAT. Nothing M&W powdered donuts and orange juice couldn't fix.

What I recall most is that we drove up the hill as friends, and came down as a glimmer of something more. And three years later, on bended knee, a promise was made on the same nameless road. But this time, instead of foolishness, a proclamation of devotion and friendship.

And yes, love.

It’s been twenty-four years and I can say that I still like the way his jacket smells.

Thank you Jen & Brian for sharing your LOVE IN THE BOI story! You may follow them on Instagram at @jenwieber_writer and his is @thesemicolon

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