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DISPATCH
February 16th, 2006
I noticed that I
started off the last dispatch pronouncing boldly that I’d saved some
money and would begin work on the new CD. My long silence in these
dispatches is attributable in part to the fact that I did finally
complete the CD. So these last two dispatches are bookends for what has
been a somewhat epic personal struggle—how to focus enough to get a
record done given a day job, helping raise a toddler, acute depression
over the state of the world, personal bouts of disinterest in the
project, self-doubt, and just outright sloth.
A year and half later, I
emerge covered in soot clutching a new CD named Tumbling. 22 songs got
paired down to 14. What started off as a core band project with one
studio grew into collaboration with 14 musicians and 3 studios,
including one in New York. Yes, we got a little carried away. Somewhere
along the way, Adrian our violin player decided to jump ship. We are
now a trio and are enjoying the tightness and sparseness of that
arrangement. I am playing a lot more guitar these days as a
result.
Tumbling (Notice I
managed to secret the word "bling" into the title of a mainly acoustic
album). The album does have bling by golly. You’ll see. This record
picks up where Sunlight Loping left off but very quickly breaks new
ground. I think lyrically, its my best to date. And I gotta say there
are absolutely no filler songs—I promise. Since I had a large number to
choose from, I was able to be very discerning when it came to the final
cut. But on the down side, I don’t think there is no one stand-out
"single." If you told me to play the best song on the record, I’d be
stumped. It would depend on my mood that day.
We have been playing
live very little lately as the final touches and mixing got worked out,
but I have finally gotten myself back in booking mode and will
averaging one or two good shows a month, as opposed to the once-a-week
schedule we had been on for a while. You can’t play once a week in the
same 50 sq. mile area and expect good crowds. Some mini tours are also
in the works, NW, NE, and hopefully a brief solo stint in Belgium and
Holland. There is an underground Americana scene in the "low countries"
and they have embraced Sunlight Loping with airplay and some good
reviews. (at least I think they are good, but I don’t read Flemish).
By the way have you ever
used Google translator. Well it doesn’t really work very well but
produces some interesting results if you translate a passage into from
English into another language and then back again.
Here’s an example:
English:
How strange. I met
my unborn child in a dream last nightæbut she didn’t pay much
attention to me. She was too busy playing with her friends, engaged in
some surreal game that only a dream would produce. But at one point, I
remembered her looking up while I stood in the window watching her. In
one glance managed to convey mild embarrassment, ask for approval, deny
needing it, and tell me she was glad I there. I felt such love for this
beautiful, dark, serious child. It was like nothing I’ve felt before.
Italian retranslation
back to English courtesy of google.
Disowned how much.
I have come to contact of my child of the unborn in last night--but of
dream she pays of didn’t the much attention me. It was the game
too much occupied with its friends, couples to you in a sure game
surreal that only a dream would produce. But to a point, if they
are remembered it to observe in on while they are levato to me in feet
in the window that I watch it. In a glance it is successful to
transport the delicate embarrassment, to ask approval, to deny to have
it need and to say me to was the happy one here. I have thought
such love for this beautiful, dark, serious child. I’ve thought
before was like nothing.
But I digress….Look for
the new album soon. Its being manufactured and it should be available
in about 3 weeks. I’ll shortly send out an announcement of CD release
shows and how to get yourself a copy. Thanks for your support and
patience.
September 1st, 2004
Okay peeps, I've got a little lucre saved and I'm going to
start my next CD.
Its going to be the best one yet. I'm almost shaking with
excitement to start working on it. If you listen closely, you will hear
a faint shaking in the first few tracks...my knees
My advice to songwriters beginning their recording
careers....start with your second or third record.
Well anyway, I am starting now and not sure how long it will
take, but until November 2nd (or whenever supercilious tuesday is this
year) the election will also be a partial focus for me.
Speaking of elections, I listened to a snippet of the
Republican Convention tonight and it suddenly hit me: al-Qaida is a lot
smarter than I previously thought. If they intend to bring American to
its knees, it won't be by crashing planes into building, dirty bombs,
or blowing up subways- or even the timeless terrorist tactic of simply
spreading the fear of the possibility of such an event . No, Its all
too much work and far too dangerous now that we've set up the largest
federal agency in the country's history (while Bush campaigned on the
promise of small government???) whose sole mission is to protect us.
Al-Qaida's ultimate strategy is to ensure that the U.S.
enters a perpetual, unwinnable, undefinable war against a decentralized
enemy. Realizing our penchant for selecting incumbents in a time of
"war," Al Queda aims to keep Bush and his ultra-conservative team in
power. ( explains why the 9/11 events occurred once we were comfortably
beyond any possibility that Gore might prevail in his legal battle.)
Their tactic is simple and brilliant. Give chicken-hawks like Ridge,
Wolfowitz, and Rumsfeld pulpits and the podiums, conventions and
conferences and let them spread the fear on their own--voter to
voter--which legitimizes and institutionalizes it. The neo-republicans
see a binary world of ones and zeros, good and evil, free and
tyrannized. In doing so, they inadvertently become the mouthpiece for
al-Qaida, spreading fear on Fox and MSNBC, only without the the
sinister beards and dreary backdrops. Takes terrorism to a whole new
level, doesn't it?
Okay enough ranting for a dispatch that started off on a
positive note. I'll just say, we've got two months to drag this country
back on track. It seems like its too late doesn't it? Its not. Maybe
Kerry does not do it for you?, Hey well we've been knee-capped and we
need to learn to walk again. We'll have to make small steps at first,
get the country out from under the spell of these bandits and corporate
con-men, just a bit back on track. Then maybe in 2008 or 2012 we'll
even see a truly progressive candidate (though hopefully Nader will
have lost interest in the job and will have renewed vigor for things
like airbags, seatbelts, warning labels- I really do want him to be
happy and fulfilled) . Most importantly, we need to help Bush find an
appropriate job. From each according to his ability: I personally think
he'd make a great manager for a small western wear franchise on the
outskirts of town-you know the ones out on Industrial Blvd. Give him a
pine panelled office, a desk he can comfortably put his boots on and
let him snooze without someone bursting in wanting something signed,
wiping the dung off the blotter. Let him be happy for once.
Here's a great way to help Bush find self-fulfillment (and save our
bedraggled country) ala Moveon.org:
"Just because you live outside the battleground states
doesn’t mean you have to sit this election out. The best way you can
help is by adopting a battleground-state neighborhood as a Precinct
Partner. You can call swing state voters to talk about the issues, take
day trips there to knock on doors, even spend Election Day in one of
the key neighborhoods where the race will be decided, getting Kerry
voters to the polls. No matter where you live, you have an important
role to play. Just click here to sign
up."
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January 25th, 2004
Thoughts on Performing
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Woke up this morning with this insult in my head.
Unfortunately, it was aimed squarely back at myself: He's not an Idiot
Savant, but he is Savant-like in his ability to be an Idiot. I'm
getting pretty good with the mental boomerang lately. I let the damn
thing fly off and then shut my eyes.
Some gigs should be erased from memory, cast far off. Like
for example last night. It felt horribly strange, like roller-skating
naked through the Pentagon with cardboard wings, audience lining the
corridors in dark blue suits.
The band worked fine and I remembered all the words for the
most part. Despite my hacking illness, I was able to keep on pitch and
even sing with a little energy.
But a song--even a song without a truly narrative lyric, is
a story. Performing the song is like putting on a play or a short film,
complete with actors, costumes, stage directions, and audience. If its
working well, we can sometimes channel--in the space of one set--a
brooding Brando (fat surly one) , a heavy-lidded innocent like Toby
McGuire, and even a manic Jim Carrey. If it's not working (like last
night) , we feel like Harvey Keitel trying to play Ghandi, or Herve
Villachaise as Bull Durham.
Know your song, know your characters. Get into character
quickly because the songs go by fast. That was the lesson from last
night. We've had many good shows recently. Last night just reminded us
not to be complacent about that. Just because the song is already
well-written and well-rehearsed doesn't mean its going to automatically
do its work. The story needs to be told each time. Amen.
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April 1st, 2003
Where have I been for the last year? huumm...I've never been
a
regular keeper of journals. In a sense, making CDs every few years in
some way replaces my need for documenting the day to day minutiae. If
I make a CD every 2 years, I'll have a record of what I was thinking
about, the ideas, melodies that lodged in my head over
that span. I'm happy with that level of chronicling.
With that preamble, I am happy to say that as I write this,
the CD is
finished and is being manufactured. It's quite a jumble of assorted
tunes, spanning different genres. There is some gritty electric
guitar and quiet bossa nova, some jazzy numbers, and some
finger-style folk-blues. I like to think its not a schizophrenic
record, that somehow a larger coherency emerges from within the
variation.
I was going to call it "Global Village Idiot Savant," but
decided on
the more subdued "Sunlight Loping" (also the name of the one of my
favorite songs on the record) which is illustrative of the overall
mood of the record-kind of upbeat and playful.
The record was finished and "in the can" (a phrase derived
from the
film industry where finished product is put in those circular cans)
by the time our foreign policy took its ugly turn for the worse. So I
am no longer feeling at all playful and upbeat. My writing these days
is taking an inevitable turn towards the quasi political. With my bad
timing,
I'll release a record of spitting, vicious manifestos just at the time
of the great
regime change and long emerging Pax Americana (yeah right)
With the new record in hand, we are going on tour up the
coast from
April 15-19 with shows in Santa Rosa, Ukiah, Ashland, Eugene, and
Portland.
Would you like a copy of the new record? Send me an email.
One more thought... I'd been quite bottled up about the
wholesale slaughter
that's been going on in the name of "liberating" the
Iragi people (how can they even say that with a straight face?)
Strangely enough, the dam burst for me the other day when I
saw a young mother
smack her kid extremely hard in the face for some ridiculously small
offense.
The kid burst into tears and a few minutes later I was finally able to
shed some
tears for the victims of this war: the Iraqi civilians, the impromtpu
solidiers and the
dead American and British kids that were sent to do this.
I don't know why it took that slapping event to unbottle me.
It seemed that maybe
I was witnessing the beginning of it all right there. If war is the 200
mile-wide mouth
of the Amazon, the kids tears were like the drops of snow melt high up
in the Andes.
State-sponsored violence is a grand collection of our individual fears
and shortcomings --
only these collected rivulets could form such a rage as this.
Well, here's to better times
Alexis
April 16th, 2002
We had a grand ole time in Boston, despite our all having
bitter colds. Our hotel room was a den of cough syrup, lozenges, and
herb tea. Very rock n roll. At one point, Aaron had a Ricola stuck to
his chin and we almost had to call a medic, but he removed it safely.
we did manage quite a good set, though.
March 25th,
2002
I am busy these
days writing new songs for a second CD. Since I left my job, IŒve been
writing a new song every few days. It¹s an amazing time for me,
musically. I feel like I need to always be close to a tape machine. The
process of culling out and refining 12-14 songs should be a challenging
one. I plan on recording about 6 or 8 solo acoustic tunes and do
another 6 or 8 with my crack band, Mini-Plenty, which features Randy
Weaver on standup electric bass, Aaron Brinkerhoff on drums, Zach
Pitt-Smith on Woodwinds. I will also likely enlist the services of my
buddy Leo Servin (Earth Wind and Fire) on Percussion.
Am I making a
living off of my music? No way. Far from it. But I¹ve never felt
better. To pay the bills, I am doing freelance writing work, mainly for
environmental groups. Good work if you can get it. What elseŠ
we¹ve been invited to perform a showcase at NEMO, the yearly music
industry conference in Boston. Miniplenty will perfom a half hour set
in the middle of the conference hall on Saturday, April 12 Check out
our live web concert from Ex¹pressions studio in Emeryville. April
9th at 6:00pm. www.xnewmedia.com. Lots of shows coming up in early
summer, check schedule.
You should invite
me over to your house for a concert. I¹ll play my butt off for you
and your friends, slum it with afterwards, and I¹ll be gone by
morning.
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