random stuff

I picked up a copy of Robert Rodriguez’ Rebel Without a Crew over the weekend. It’s basically his diary from making El Mariachi for under $7000. I do like the movie and find the topic interesting, but I actually bought it more for inspiration. It occurs to me that I have been spending time reading about the music industry and how it is geared against developing artists and how difficult it is to get inside, and then to survive with your soul and finances intact. So, I thought, maybe I should start thinking differently. So, rather than try to figure out how other musicians have worked the system to their advantage, why not try to apply tactics from completely different sources?

I first heard about this book through Mike Allred (not personally, I don’t know the guy), another person who has managed to break his way into the mainstream of a system that he couldn’t get into through normal channels. He had read the book and gotten a good deal of inspiration from it.

I won’t recommend it just yet, but so far it has been a good read, and has sparked a few ideas, which is all I’m really looking for.

I am trying to explain another epiphany I had, but I can’t seem to put it into words yet. I still have the cold, maybe I just can’t focus.

I am issuing a blanket apology for anything that may sound pretentious in the future. But I’ve grown as tired of worrying about it as you probably have reading me apologizing for it. So, it’s done. I may sound pretentious, you’ll just have to love me through it, okay?

I’ll try to explain it soon.

7 Feb: studio

HEY, CALIFORNIA
me – electric guitar
Rob – electric guitar, bass

KING SHAM
Rob – electric guitar, piano
Me – cowbell

SHERMAN
me – acoustic guitar, vocals, melodica
Rob – bass

A good day in the studio, but a boring write up thereof…

For HEY, CALIFORNIA we did two electric guitar tracks, one of me playing a Les Paul gold top (Rob has a number of vintage guitars, all of which I covet), and then another of him on a Telecaster. This represents probably the first and only track on the CD that will feature any electric guitar from me. That used to bother me a bit, I felt as if I wasn’t participating enough in my own CD, but somewhere along the line, between expediency and realism I lost that blow to my ego. The songs are mine, all the vocals are mine, the majority of the acoustic work is mine, and Rob is doing his job as a producer, which is to bring the songs out in the studio. And, having read a lot of interviews, I’ve come to realize that this is a pretty common setup. I think what threw me initially was having been in the studio with a band, where the other parts I didn’t do were covered by other band members so this sense that the project isn’t your own never really comes up. Doing one solo, unless you happen to be a multi-instrumentalist, of which I am certainly not, means you HAVE to have this going on. I just never considered it, and didn’t realize it was pretty much THE WAY THINGS ARE DONE. It does give you an even larger respect for the work that a good producer does, because you realize how much of themselves is going into a project that for the most part will only bear their name in small print.

Somebody correct me if I’m mistaken.

KING SHAM had Rob playing a Strat through a Leslie, simply because I am constantly bugging him for that guitar sound from “Badge.” I am not a big Clapton fan, but I love that sound. Love. It. Couldn’t even explain why. Also, I played some cowbell, to the obvious Saturday Night Live jokes. It’s funny to see jokes become standard in the musician community. I suppose that makes it a musician meme, if I understand the concept correctly. I’ve watched precious little of that show over the past 5 years or so, but somehow I did stumble across that sketch (it’s the sketch involving the recording of “Don’t Fear the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult, which if you don’t know, features a cowbell through almost the entire song). I find that it has now taken it’s place alongside “Spinal Tap,” “the Rutles,” “That Thing You Do!” and “Tenacious D” episodes as THINGS YOU MUST BE ABLE TO REFERENCE WITH OTHER MUSICIANS. So, go up to a musician you know and tell him you want him to “explore the studio space with the cowbell” and see if they don’t get it immediately. If they don’t, tell them they better get it soon before the musician community shuns them.

For SHERMAN we did the acoustic guitar track and doubled it (one take each) and the lead vocal (one take). I did it sitting, for some reason, it seemed to feel right. I kept hoping the chair would creak a little more for atmosphere. I also played a brief melodica solo. It’s really horribly out of tune, I’m not even sure if I can take it somewhere to have it tuned, but we ran it through a tremolo effect which seemed to soften the tuning problem. And it works sort of out of tune anyway. Rob pieced together the bass track with his usual aplomb, always an impressive task and he’s generally learning how to play the track as he goes. Have I mentioned I am lucky to have him working on my stuff, here and with the band?

I also played him the new song I wrote last week, sans lyrics, which he liked, and also played what I had so far on the song that was in response to him and Pete challenging me to write a song that only has three chords. Which has so far been the hardest thing I have ever written. More on those later.

3 Feb: Atlanta

3 Feb – Eddie’s Attic (Atlanta, GA)
with Cowboy Envy, Gentle Readers, Susi French Connection, Michelle Malone, STB, Kate Simpkins

We rehearsed on January 19, and we rehearsed just before the show. This is a mark of both how good my backing band is and how difficult it is to get into a rhythm with them because scheduling rehearsals can be so difficult. We rehearse at Rob’s studio, and the sound is good, except that I really can’t hear my vocals when we rehearse, so I have to really belt it out. By the time rehearsal is done, my voice is usually shot. That clearly is a bad thing if I then am supposed to go play a show.

While I was driving to the club, I got a call and apparently Susi French Connection had intended for me to reprise my role (singing “The Air That I Breathe”) in their set from the last show. I wasn’t aware of it, and they were already into their set at the club (and asking for me, apparently, which is why I got a frantic phone call). There wasn’t much I could do other than keep driving there. I ran through the song in the car, and couldn’t hit the highest parts to save my life. When I arrived I rushed up the stairs, two guitars in hand, and could hear they were already playing the song. I walked in and they saw me from the stage and waved me up. I went up and received a cheer as I was walking up, so they must have mentioned more than once that I wasn’t there yet, it was sort of funny. So I sang a winded version of the rest of the song, and still didn’t nail the high parts, though not as badly as in the car.

A quick synopsis: I missed Cowboy Envy and Gentle Readers. Saw one more song by Susi French. Saw Michelle Malone (who I haven’t seen since the eighties. She appeared just before she played and was gone the moment she was done). Saw STB. We played. Saw Kate Simpkins.

It was heady company.

Our set went well, though I had my moments with my voice. The songs actually sounded fairly tight, the bonus of rehearsing just beforehand, but also they’re starting to become locked in memory. I was surprised by how well some of them turned out. We had a heckler yelling for Journey songs, quickly verbally dispatched by Rob to the amusement of the crowd. I tried to appear more comfortable on stage, which hopefully came across. But how the hell would I know?

Lee from Gentle Readers ran up and hugged me just after we finished and said she loved me. Linda (also from Gentle Readers, and the host for the evening) told the crowd she’d switch teams for me.

They can both submit requests in writing to have these comments removed from this post. But I do love them Gentle Readers. And, while I’m at it, I think STB kicks my ass. And I think that Kate Simpkins is absolutely amazing and you should go see her if you can. You should go see them all, and me. We’re all very poor!

The End.