Owen is the solo project of Chicago’s Mike Kinsella. As a departure from over a decade of work playing in a variety of bands — Cap’n Jazz, American Football, and T/T/T to name a few — Owen became Kinsella’s way of finally exercising complete creative control over all aspects of a project, including songwriting, recording, and overall artistic direction. Owen’s musical output as evolved from sparse acoustic offerings to lush, string-filled arrangements. Kinsella often exposes family relationships and personal experiences with lyrics that are at times clever, witty, raw, and biting.


OWEN The King of Whys

Empty Bottle
The Desperate
Settled Down
Lovers Come and Go
A Burning Soul
An Island
Sleep Is a Myth

OWEN Other People’s Songs

Descender (Lungfish)
Girl in a Box (Blake Babies)
Some Kinda Angel (Mojave 3)
Forget Me (The Promise Ring)
Judas (Depeche Mode)
Just Like Them (All)
Borne on the FM Waves of the Heart (Against Me!)
Under the Blanket (The Smoking Popes)

OWEN L’Ami du Peuple

I Got High
Blues to Black
Love Is Not Enough
Coffin Companions
The Burial
Bad Blood
Who Cares?
A Fever
Where Do I Begin?
Vivid Dreams

OWEN Ghost Town

Too Many Moons
No Place Like Home
O, Evelyn...
I Believe
The Armoire
An Animal
No Language
Mother's Milk Breath
Everyone's Asleep in the House but Me

OWEN New Leaves

New Leaves
Good Friends, Bad Habits
A Trenchant Critique
Never Been Born
Amnesia and Me
Brown Hair in a Bird's Nest
Too Scared to Move
The Only Child of Aergia
Ugly on the Inside
Curtain Call

OWEN At Home With Owen

Bad News
The Sad Waltzes of Pietro Crespi
Bags of Bones
Use Your Words
A Bird In Hand
Windows And Doorways
Femme Fatale (Velvet Underground Cover)
One Of These Days

OWEN I do perceive

Who Found Who's Hair in Who's Bed?
Note to Self:
Playing Possum for a Peek
That Tattoo Isn't Funny Anymore
Put Your Hands on Me, My Love
She's a Thief
Bed Abuse
Lights Out

OWEN (the ep)

Skin and Bones
In the Morning, Before Work
Breaking Away
That Mouth

OWEN No Good For No One Now

Nobody's Nothing
Everyone Feels Like You
Poor Souls
The Ghost Of What Should've Been
Good Deeds
I'm Not Going Anywhere Tonight
Take Care Of Yourself


That Which Wasn't Said
Most Days And
Most Nights
Declaration of Incompetence
You Should Do It Now While It's On Your Mind
Dead Men Don't Lie
Places To Go
Think About It