I'm quite tickled - I've got a new music video out! My brother shot it, I wrote it, acted in it, played the music, edited it, and now, here it is...I'm walking through the woods, and my mind/fears/life, represented by myself as a troll, calls me, and freaks me OUT.
I hope your week is off to a snazzy good start. It's foggy over here in Maryland, but I've got the fireplace going, and the classical radio station on. It's quite cozy.
I've been wandering the winter woods and fields, walking down along the Potomac river, watching the eagles, all the while plotting, plotting, and plotting some more. This is what I've got so far.
I made a big announcement on the radio recently. In case you missed it, it's this:
I'm building a million-person army of the Revolution to Overthrow Bad Music! And I want you to be part of it. Actually, I want it to beyour army, too. Will you be one of a million, Comrade?
Here's the details:
We all agree that Bad Music is a gathering storm, and the darkness has been creeping up so fast that it's all but choked the life out of the places to hear tunes. Flip on the radio, and BAM, there it is! Go to the grocery store, and it rappels out of the speakers, hides behind the canned green beans, and assassinates our ears.
We must fight this menace! That's the first part.
The second part is this:
The "interwebs", as I fondly call the net, has/have made it super easy to network with people who listen to music. "In this business, we call 'em fans, son", my inner Texan might drawl. However, it's a fine line to walk betweentalking with people and talking at them. It's far too easy to fall into the promotion trap, and start spamming folks with an endless barrage of show invites, merchandise, and information.
As a fan, I like to be included in the creative process - if it is sincere. I always feel bad when I go to see a musician I like, and I can't talk to them, or feel insignificant. While of course I'm just a drop in the bucket, each person is important to an artist's success. I think everyone hates feeling like they don't matter, and this is the dangerous part of the online experience. Us musicians can sometimes start to put on airs rather quickly to the detriment of our supporters, when, in fact, they're really our bosses! We're working for each and every person who listens to our music, after all.
Here's what my idea is: Building this army should be more than just a gimmick for getting likes on a facebook page. It should literally be arevolution, an-all inclusive movement where everyone is a VIP, each person is fighting bad music even if they can't sing "Happy Birthday" (I can't), and every single soldier is a true Comrade of the Revolution.
What if: Instead of me signing autographs at a show, you gave meyours? I need to get a guitar for everyone to sign!
What if: There was a wall in my studio where any comrade could send a photo of them overthrowing bad music? What if there was an online site with the photos, complete with a map, so we could see just how close we were to taking over the world?
What if: There was merch you could get at cost?
What if: I recorded a song incorporating samples from everyone in the army?
What if: We all wrote that song together?
What if: I helped you get the word out about your music?
What if: We really took over the world?
For too long, I've been too competitive. I thought guitar was some sort of Highlander or something, where there could be only one. Baloney! Well, hey, maybe that's the case, but today, I'm letting that go. Steve Vai, you win. Local musicians who are more popular than me - you win. I'm putting down the hatchet, and picking up a party hat. A COMRADE Party hat! Bad Music - consider this fair warning. I'm cooking up an offical manifesto in the Komrade Kitchen. It'll be done shortly.
This Revolution is all about the fun. Let's get a million people with us.
Happy Saturday to you. Four announcements to make today.
1. Do not eat at Cracker Barrel restaurants. Ever.
2. "In The Heat of the Night" is a powerful movie. Wow, if you haven't seen it, you've gotta. It's a moving drama that serves as quite a reminder that the disease of racism must, must, must be stamped out. I think I'm gonna write a song called "They call me Mr. Tibbs."
3. I've finally got a name for this revolutionary, community-building, fortified-with-the-power-of-Rock radio station I've been yammering about! It's called The Signalman. Huh, seems like I've heard something like that before...Well, I just built a Facebook page for it - please check it out!
I'll be featuring local and touring musicians, both by playing their CD's and conducting interviews. If you'd like to be on my show, please drop me an email and we'll talk. I'm very excited to have the opportunity to build a community, and I so so so hope you'll be part of it! Even if you don't play any music, feel free to call in requests, or just drop a note to say hello. I'm figuring out that The Revolution is built of people like all of us, and the more participation, the better!
4. This just in: John Lennon was a communist. I heard my buddy Lynn Hollyfield play a great cover of "Imagine" yesterday at her show, and sitting there in my comrade shirt, the lyrics really struck me. Commie! Great tune, though...And a great concert by Lynn! It was outside. It was cold. It was windy. But it was rockin'! Good job, Lynn! Check out her great contemporary folk sound here:www.lynnhollyfield.com
Hope you have a great weekend!
Hey, check out my new friends I made at Lynn's show yesterday. It was good seeing a few old friends as well!
Comrades! I hope y'all had a happy
Thanksgiving! Ah yes, that strange American tradition where we are
thankful, eat cranberry sauce shaped like a can, and then get up way
too early to buy stuff.
Well, call me a comrade, 'cause I
didn't do any of those things! OK, OK, so I WAS grateful, and let me
tell you, I had a lot to be grateful for! One of those things was all
the nice comments I got on my last post. Thank y'all! Very kind. I so
It's that time of year where money is flying
through the air, usually at shiny trinkets that sometimes we need, and
sometimes we don't. People are shopping for music gear in earnest,
which brings me to...the point of this ramble!
What's the color of music? It ain't green, yo!
was talking to a client of mine, and he's setting up a neat little beat
production studio in his basement. He was getting burned out on how
much everything cost. I invented a lecture on the spot - actually, to
be fair, it's been cooking for a little while....
The Making of an EP - Final Chapter - Hello, World
I'm done! I'm finished! The EP is ONLINE!
I'm super proud to introduce to the listening audience my latest studio
effort! Will you please put your hands together for....Signalman!
is my first "real" recording, complete with vocals, drums, and even
keyboards! I'm responsible for every single sound on it.
It's been quite a journey, and I've had an awesome team to help me
through. From my brother Noah putting my website online, graphic design
help, and answering endless photoshop questions, to Mike Mori helping
me figure out the mixing and recording phase of the project, and acting
as assistant producer, to the good folks at the Oasis record plant,
Bill Wolf doing the mastering, my Mom for her much appreciated
consultation, business and creative advice, and of course, my brother
Zakk for his marketing input, and sitting through many conversations
and rants about the project! Every single one of these people got
dragged into this project, and they were most gracious with their help.
Thank you all!
And, without further ado, please take a listen to Signalman.