a little bio
I am Dibson T Hoffweiler. I can be reached at (dibson) at (hoffweiler) dot (com).
I was born in the year 1983, 16th day of July, in the states of bliss and New Jersey.
At the ripe age of 18, I moved to New York City to attend school to study computer science. A little dissatisfied, I transfered to a different school within the university, continued studying computer science, and also began working on music more.
Being all graduated up, I've stuck around, began working as a software developer and performing with numerous bands. Bands worth note are Urban Barnyard, Huggabroomstik, and Cheese On Bread. I've also been performing solo, as dibs. I perform all the time with these (and other) groups. Catch me if can care to.
my music
I have recorded three albums:
here's how you can get them
- buy any/all of them at Olive Juice Music Distro.
- you can also buy slivers and bits on CD Baby
- you can also buy directly from me by writing me at «dibson (at) hoffweiler -d.t- com»
- you can also download each of them at the above links
press-ish bio
my friend dan wrote a nice blurb about me for when i was sending recordings out for review. i sent out not too many. it is also on the dibs myspace page, but preserved here:
An introduction...
The latest in a long line of quirky anti-folk ingenues, including Beck, Adam Green and Jeffrey Lewis, Dibs applies that time-honored tradition of off-beat songwriting to his own private world of sugar factories, laundry baskets and ducks. With a low voice, both sweet and deadpan, and a guitar-style both virtuosic and sloppy, Dibson Hoffweiler carves out a space of compassion and intelligence in a landscape of boring love songs and thinly-veiled songwriterly misogyny.
A biography...
Known for his work in anti-folk flagship bands Cheese On Bread, Huggabroomstik and Urban Barnyard, Dibs began his cultural life as an anonymous Moldy Peaches fan. But, after a stint working the soundboard at the Sidewalk Cafe, and two years generating buzz with his old band, Dibs & Sara, this Jersey boy established himself as a musical force in his own right. After several months touring Europe and North America, Dibs has proved (to himself, and to others) that his bizarre, ramshackle aesthetic is palatable outside the freaky comfort zone of New York anti-folk.
An album...
The dreaded "mature" third album often finds a songwriter drained of the spark that made her/him interesting in the first place. Not so with young Dibson! DIBS BLEEDS BOOKS finds our guitar nerd more focused, more direct, and more emotional than on his previous efforts, without missing his screw-ball edge or tipping too far into unreflective earnestness. Note the rollicking clarinets of "Sugar Factory," the classic pop twinkle of "Take a Seat" and the fiendish jazz chords of "Caffeine Eyes." A mission statement of tenderness and a modest war cry against bullshit, DIBS BLEEDS BOOKS is a gem of cleverly-produced, self-recorded folk ponderings.
Jonathan Richman meets Beat Happening. Daniel Johnston punches Stephen Merritt. Anyway you compare him, Dibs is his own weirdo.