Thursday, December 15, 2011

Tough Town?


It's not that people don't care about music in this town. You'd have a hard time finding any place in the world more welcoming to budding musicians and songwriters. This is music-city. Everyone here is in love with music and musicians. Most musicians are regarded as something of an oddity in their places of origin. They are seen either as no-accounts who can't pay the rent or they are placed on a pedestal, lauded and applauded. In Nashville a musician is a dime a dozen. We are the 99 here. There may be something different or special about you but, in Nashville, it's not going to be the fact that you make music. That is almost a given here.

I don't know if it's true of other songwriters but when I discovered that I could write a song it was a major turning point in my life. Here was something that I was kind of good at, which in itself wasn't all that amazing. The really amazing part was that I really liked doing it. It was comfortable and made immediate sense to me. There was some sort of instinct that I had for writing that wasn't something I had to study or learn. It was just there. So I let it have it's way with me. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I wrote some more. I sang and sang and sang. I sang some more. I compared my work with what was on the radio and then went back to work. I was so comfortable in my songwriting skin that I began to allow that to define me. Music was my “thing” and I really enjoyed that fact.

Then I moved to Nashville and my “thing” was no longer “thing”-worthy. It was just something that almost everyone you meet does and quite often does just as well if not better than you. It's not so much that Nashville strips your grand ideas and dreams...it's that it strips your very identity from you. It takes that thing you've grasped onto as your beacon of hope and turns it into something dreadfully common....prosaic............dull..............just stop with that already.

So I wrote this song about Nashville and called it, “The Killing Kind”.

But I got to thinking about it and perhaps I was being a little unkind towards this town that embraces artists so heartily. Maybe Nashville is more like a loving but tough mentor who says, “ok...what else have you got? Who are you really? Can you do that but do it better?”. It kicks the rock star out of you and forces you to become a human again. It reminds you that the rules still apply to you despite your precious talent (that you didn't do anything to get anyway).

I submitted this song for critique through an online service. The reviewer was very thorough and I felt like he did a good job. It was money well spent. I've copied an excerpt of one of his points below:

Lyrically there is room for you to take your content a step further. You could try adding a twist to really get the most out of those last 8 lines. For instance, you could show the other side, from the perspective of someone who didn't make it, or of someone who did, letting the listener in on what it took to make it. Alternatively, you could compare it to another force that people must grapple with, like time, or chance, showing how one force is colder, or more unpredictable, or more forgiving. Redemption is the counterpoint to condemnation, so touching on that element is a great way to offer a glimpse of the whole picture.”


I completely agree with his assessment and will bear it mind as I write future songs. But for this particular song I wanted to write from the perspective of someone stuck in a situation. If I'd followed that advice I might have made the song more “universal” but I think I also might have lost something in so doing. When you're in a situation and you feel stuck you're not thinking about the whole picture or the counterpoint. You're just feeling shitty and that's all you can see. I wanted this song to capture that moment of despair and disgust.

I think the redemption or counterpoint to this song is that through writing and playing it I've had to express publicly that sometimes this town feels incredibly difficult but I've also had to face the fact that it's taught me an awful lot and most of the time it's a pretty awesome place to be. Nashville won't flatter you...It will make you a better artist and maybe a better person.

On that note, here's a few things I've learned from living and playing music in this town:
  • I still have a lot to learn.
  • Talent alone is not enough. There's a hell of a lot of talent in this world. Embrace your talent. Love your talent. Enjoy your talent to the fullest possible extent. But above all DEVELOP it and DO something with it.
  • Always be listening and and always be learning because you will never be as awesome as you think you are. Maybe you are that awesome but don't let it go to your head. Nobody's gonna want to drink a beer with you if you're that guy.
  • I'd rather hang out with a good dude than a talented asshole. So be a good dude to everyone you meet.
  • Focus on how you can help other people instead of wondering if your semi-famous 'contact' can help you get a show.
  • Be genuine. Make friends rather than contacts.
  • Don't play music for money. Play music because you love to play music or don't play music at all.
  • Don't write songs for money. Write songs because you love to write songs or don't write songs at all.
  • Be open to criticism and be open to change but don't be a pushover. You are an artist and it's possible people like your art BECAUSE it's different and wrong and imperfect and non-commercial.
  • Strive to be true to yourself but also strive to be the best possible version of yourself.
  • Strive for excellence rather than perfection.
  • You may never make a dime from your music. It would be a shame to let that fact stop you from making it.
  • You're in good company here in Nashville. Consider it a privilege to play and be played to here.

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    The recording above features Anna Johnson singing background vocals and was mixed by Chris Wright. 
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Monday, December 5, 2011

Jesus, Can You Help Me?

--> Lord knows, I need something. We all do. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, cigarettes, alcohol, movies, music, working too hard, coffee, shopping, eating, FaceBook. It's all just a bunch of crap that we do to fill the gigantic emptiness that we walk around with.

My daughter spends weekends at my house. She likes to make messes: If it's in a box she wants to take it out. If it's on a shelf she wants to take it off the shelf. If it's folded, she unfolds it. If it's in a drawer she likes to scatter it on the floor. Toys are not so much played with as they are spread thoroughly around the house. She likes to smash squishy things and color in things that shouldn't be colored in. I find blueberries and Goldfish in strangest places. I'll be honest...it's pretty freaking annoying. I spend the weekend picking up, cleaning up, changing diapers, changing clothes and cutting up food into small pieces. There's always some damn thing that needs to be done.

When the weekend is over I drop her off with her mom and come home to an empty house. For a few minutes I enjoy the quiet, clean house but soon I'm overtaken with that empty, lonely feeling that inevitably comes. Everything is where I left it and there are no little hands moving things around or ripping things up or getting themselves into harm's way. I'm surrounded by inanimate, pointless objects that don't need tending and don't get hurt and don't start crying or demanding that I hold them when they get hungry. It's just me and a couple of rooms full of nothing. So I get on FaceBook and annoy my friends and also my “friends”.

That's when I realize the best part of my week was wiping my toddler's ass and telling her what a good pooper she is. Well maybe not really that particular part but you know what I mean. Her messes and her moaning and her attraction to all the potentially dangerous objects in the house (scissors, hot stoves, electrical outlets and trash cans come to mind) are just about big enough to fill my sparsely furnished home (hey, I'm still kind of a bachelor so back off). Her little laughs and giggles and mumblings are just about loud enough to start to erase the haunting quiet in me.

If not for her I'd probably be chasing all sorts of no good; searching madly for something to fill the gap. We humans are smart enough to know we are not quite right but not always able to figure out what it is that we are missing. My daughter helps a lot but I reckon I'm still a little short in some department or other. I, like you, need something. I wonder what it is?


Here's a downloadable version of "Jesus Can You Help Me". Jesus Can You Help Me (I Need You) by timpepper Click on the little grey arrow on the right hand side to download. It's free y'all.
 Jesus Can You Help Me by timpepper

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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A DREAM IS A HEARTBEAT



















Calling All Artists: Your creations are needed.

I am a dreamer. What's more, I believe that dreams quicken a person; They make us FEEL alive. Every important thing that ever got done started with a dream. The pursuit of a dream will break you down and then build you into something better than you were before. Dreams will inspire you to achieve great things. When you have a dream you start to live for that dream and it becomes the thing that gets you out of bed and motivates you to try a little harder and move a little farther down the road. It becomes as necessary for your continued existence as your most vital organs. Your dream becomes your heart beating in your chest.

So here's the deal. I have a show coming up on November 18th at Cafe Coco in Nashville, TN. I want to bring together all sorts of artists at this show and I want to show the world your dreams. So I need you to show me your dreams. Paint them. Draw them. Write them. Speak them. Sing them. Whatever form of art you do is acceptable. The concept here is fairly open to interpretation. If you want to convey your personal dream that's awesome. If you want to convey the idea of “a dream is a heartbeat” that's awesome too. The idea here is to celebrate the passions that drive people to do great things.

If you want to display your work at the show do the following:
  1. Send an e-mail to peppertim4@gmail.com. The message should be titled “A Dream Is a Heartbeat” and should include your name and what you are planning to display. The 5$ cover charge will be waived for submitting artists but only if you e-mail me.
  2. On Friday, 18th November please arrive at Cafe Coco at 6:30 pm so you have time to set up your exhibit.
  3. Promote the showing...bring some peeps. (Cafe Coco is an all ages venue so your little sisters and brothers are welcome.)
  4. Do us all a favor and buy something to eat while you're there. Support the venues that support the arts.

Help me inspire the world to live their dreams.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

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Monday, September 5, 2011

I'll be playing a round tonight at Hotel Indigo on West End with Nick Zini and Shannon LaBrie at 9pm. Mayhaps I'll see you there.

Monday, August 22, 2011

the toms are booming in the monitors

Monday, May 23, 2011

Are You Coming Home?



Are You Coming Home by timpepper

Are You Coming Home? There's a story here and it goes like this:

I've lived a life of great expectations. I don't know if it's because I'm part of generation X, or is it Y? Either way it's been said that we all expect too much. We feel entitled. I don't recall a time when I ever consciously felt entitled but perhaps there is some truth to it. I've always expected that I was capable of great things and what's more I've expected that great things would happen to, around, in the general vicinity and basically all over me. What sense of entitlement?

Seriously though...Somehow I, and perhaps my whole generation, have been raised up with this idea that greatness is not something to be strived for but rather something that we deserve and expect. I've lived enough life to realise that greatness is not a bad thing to desire but that to expect it just because I live and breath and walk around is maybe a bit naive.

The picture I was painting in the song, "Are You Coming Home" is that of a person sitting alone in the universe waiting for God to throw a big lump of greatness, or maybe purpose, or achievement, or some such thing into their laps. After striving for a dream for a few minutes I got pissed off that what I expected to happen didn't happen.

Maybe one of the best lessons I've learned in the past few years is that expecations are often not met. It might be one of the best things that ever happened to me that I learned that goals don't reach out and touch you...you have to reach out for them and probably keep reaching and growing and reaching some more. It's probably a great thing that I learned this lesson early. Once your expectations are shattered you can move on and start to get things done.

Of all the songs I've ever written, this one of the ones I am most proud of. It's had a couple of incarnations and versions and what not. The one above is a little more rocked up and "Nashvilled" than the original but the message is the same: If you're searching for purpose...keep searching. If you're striving for greatness...keep striving. Get mad and angry and then get over it and get on with it.

The first time I played this song in public I cried. Yeah....I cried. And I'm not ashamed to say it.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Killing Kind

I was on a Skype call with my parents yesterday. I had just sent them an mp3 of a new song and my mom asked me what it was about. I avoided answering the question because it’s not always easy to say what a song is about. I mean..I know what I’m trying to say but if it were that easy to just say it I wouldn’t probably write a song about it. I’d just say it. But then a lot of things I write songs about aren’t that tricky to say or explain. So what’s the deal?
There are times, I think when I write about a thing that is complex in the sense that it’s not just an idea that words can express but it’s got a lot of personal history and some sort of emotional baggage attached to it. It’s the sort of stuff I might share with one or two people but I might not want to tell everyone. So the idea and the personal history and the emotional baggage get distilled into this 3 minute song and hopefully there’s enough there to make the listener think something and feel something…and hopefully not turn it off half-way through.
A few weeks back I wrote one of those kinds of songs and I’m really proud of it. I’ve been playing it around town a bit and usually I get a few positive comments and I’ll notice a couple of people nod and smile as if to say… “yeah, that’s pretty much the way it is.” It’s a song about my journey here in Nashville and I guess there’s a little more to it than that. If you’ve been through everything I’ve been through or at least something really close to it you might know exactly what I’m saying. If not then you may get something completely different from it. I’d like to say that I write songs to be a little bit universal so that everyone can get something from it. The truth is that I just write songs. I don’t think much about who it’s for or why I write them when I write them. I just love the process of it all so I keep doing it. Mostly I write songs for myself I think and luckily a few people seem to like them.
So here’s The Killing Kind”. I hope that there’s something in it for you. It's free to download and share....

The Killing Kind by timpepper


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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

T-Shirts and The Hissy Hum of Happiness




A few weeks ago I was sitting at the dining room table at Carissa's house, listening to the hum of the baby monitor, checking my stats on Reverbnation. I noticed for the several hundredth time that my profile was 95% complete. All I needed to do was add some merchandise and I'd be magically bumped to 100%. So I designed a couple of t-shirts and now I am 100% complete and I feel quite, exactly the same as I did before....


One day I'm going to be walking on a beach in some obscure place and some dude will walk by with a faded Tim Pepper t-shirt and I will smile inside and remember that the thing I was most concerned with on the evening when that t-shirt was designed was that my baby girl was still sleeping quietly. No noise other than a soft, hissy hummmmmmm was emanating from the monitor and that made me happy.


Of course I'm not sure why anyone would buy one of those t-shirts but it's theoretically possible and besides..a man can dream can't he?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Tall Tale Tuesdays




In the previous post I wrote about Cafe Coco. The above video is one of my Cafe Coco, "open mic" performances and was captured using a Sony Webbie.

There's a lot of stories I want to tell about my time in Nashville. I've told a few of them already...like the one about when I gave my CDs to Kevin Costner. There's the time I served K.T. Tunstal and she asked me where the bathroom was and whether I'd recomend taking a cab or walking back to her hotel. My best interaction with a famous person happened recently...I got to hang out with Eddie Montgomery and play him and his guitar player a few of my songs. The amazing thing about these guys is that they are still so excited about music and songwriting. There wasn't a shred of "coolness" surrounding these Kentucky boys. They just play music for a living because they love it and they'd be doing it even if they weren't making a living at it. There was also the time I sat a couple of seats down from Miranda Lambert, whose gravelly, Southern voice makes me a little bit quivery, and I swear she gave me the "up and down" look. Now she was with her fiance, Blake Shelton, so maybe I just had a boog hanging or something. Or maybe I'm just that handsome... I prefer to think the latter and I'll appreciate it if you don't correct me.

There's a lot of celebrities in Nashville and I have to admit that I still get a little excited when I see them. I may not even be a fan of whatever a particular person does but it's kind of cool to see these people in the flesh. Most of the time though it's the non-celebrities that make Nashville an interesting place to live. People have moved here from everywhere and a lot of them are trying to be musicians. Some of them ought to go home and some of them should have come here years ago. I think it takes a certain kind of person to pack things up and move to an unknown place in pursuit of an intangible, hoped for dream of a possibility. There's an above average number of these kinds of people in Nashville because they've all left wherever they hail from and are now scattered throughout Nashville, Murfreesboro and Franklin. They work in coffee shops and bars and restaurants and book stores and most of them live with a bunch of room mates and except for the ones who work at Starbucks, they all stay up 'til 5am every night. The Starbucks crowd have to get to bed early because their days start at 4am. Nashville may not be New York City but with all the hopeful artists here it's certainly a city where there's something going on 24/7.

In Nashville, I've played music to people from all over the world. I've played for the average joe and I've played for celebrities. I've worked the night shift and had my share of those 5am days. I've worked the day shift and had my share of days that start at 6 am and end at 4am the following day. So I've been tired a lot in Nashville. I've gone to watch bands that I've been listening to since I was a kid and I've been blown away by artists I'd never heard of before and just happened to be in the right venue on the right night. So after living here for a little over two years I'm starting to realise what a rich time of life this has been for me.

The night that the above video was taken was a Tuesday and I met Joel Crouse and Nick Zini that night. We talked about music and preachers and girls and snow and after I heard them play I invited them to play a gig with me next month. The open mic nights at Cafe Coco aren't particularly prestigious but there's something about them that makes them kind of cool to me. It reminds me a little of some of the places I used to play back home. Even though I want to tell the stories about famous people I want to capture the Tuesday nights too. Because those are the nights I met the Joels and Nicks. Those are the nights I remembered why I came to this town in the first place. Those are the nights that make me feel alive inside.

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I borrowed the title of this post from a song written by Adam Burrows, a fellow I've had the pleasure of playing a couple of shows with. I think he's one of the most talented artists I've met in Nashville and hopefully we both will play high profile shows in time. But until then we have our Tall Tale Tuesdays. I'll be playing a show with Adam and another Nashville artist, Joe Dunn at Drifters in East Nashville on March 4th. Please do come and show your support if you happen to live in Nashville.

I'll also be playing at Casablanca Coffee on Saturday, February 12th with Joel Crouse, Nick Zini and Anna Johnson. Mark your calenders and please come support.

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

IT'S NASHVILLE...AND I LIKE IT.







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It's Tuesday night and I'm driving to Cafe Coco in Nashville, Tennessee. It's a little cold and rainy tonight and somebody's car has broken down in the center lane of the highway. In the slow moving traffic I have time to take in the scenery. In the distance I can see Nashville's skyline and lights. I've driven this route hundreds of times and I always get a little bit excited when I see it. There's something about living in a city where my heros live that gets me excited.


I'm on my way to play music. Every Tuesday night Cafe Coco hosts an open mic night. That means I can go play music for a live audience and I don't need a booking. I just have to show up early enough to put my name on the list. This isn't a high-profile gig. I won't be written up in any publications and I won't be playing to very many people tonight. I'll mostly be playing for other songwriters who've come out tonight for the same reason I have. We just want to play. I'd stay up on stage all night if I could but I only get two songs. I'll take it because I just want to play.


I came to Nashville a couple of years ago with my guitar in one hand and a sense of entitlement in the other. I thought I was on the cusp of being "discovered". I was going to play a few shows and get "noticed" by the "right people". I don't know who I thought those people were but I figured they would seek me out when they heard I was in town. You know...because I'm sooo talented.

Well none of that happened and in a strange way I'm happier that it didn't. I'd have been full of shit if any of that had happened because I was expecting it. I thought I deserved it. I would have been walking around thinking, "Yeah! See, I was right!" Instead I am humbled to be in a city where so many people are as good and better than me. I'm happy to be able to play shows and get out there and experience live music at it's best and worst in a city whose heartbeat is literally a kick drum. I've rediscovered the joy of getting on stage and making converts of the people sharing the room with me...even when it's only me and a couple of assholes that keep talking while I'm playing. I actually LIKE playing live again. I want to do it every day. I actually LIKE playing my guitar again. I am inspired again.

Make no mistake...there's only one thing I want to do with my life and it involves playing my guitar and writing songs every single day. Make no mistake...I believe in what I came here to do. Make no mistake....I'm going to be discovered, one person at a time. And I'm actually going to LIKE it. I've been at work all day and now, for at least a few minutes, the stage at Cafe Coco...and therefore the world obviously...is mine. And I LIKE it.

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

ISAAC RUSSELL - HE'S REAL Y'ALL


The above video is a performance by Isaac Russell. I have written about him below and was originally going to provide a link to his site. But then I found this video and thought that I had to share it with you. WAAAY down at the bottom of this post is one of my own songs and I hope you will take to the time to listen to both Isaac and myself. It's kind of like a little concert...so go make some popcorn and get comfy...who needs t.v.?


A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of watching Isaac Russell play a set at 12th and Porter in Nashville. He was playing solo and opening for a few other bands. Isaac is a slightly awkward 18 year old with a big, bluesy, man’s voice. He’s got all these inward-facing features when he plays..his body hunched over the guitar, his head bowed in reverence and his feet slightly pigeon-toed, pointing toward one another. All of that suggests a contemplative, soulful, introverted singer-songwriter that you could hear just about anywhere in the world. But you couldn’t because when he starts to sing he booms out with this incredibly lovely, old voice. This is someone singing with authority. This guy has something to say and he’s very good at saying it. Pardon the lingo but this is a kid who’s been through some shit and he knows how to transport you through it with him while he remembers the stench of it. Some other acts played that night with full bands but Isaac Russell is what I remember from the show. For me, and I don’t know if it’s simply because I am drawn to this kind of music or if he really was that good, he stole the show.



He sat on a chair and played songs for a room full of people and it was awesome. These were real songs. Not the kind of song that so many people in Nashville are trying to write. I don’t believe Isaac has ever given a thought to writing a ‘hook’ or really considered the structure of a song much. He learned how to write songs by listening to the music he loves, which evidently includes Ray Charles because he awesomely covered one of his songs. Isaac Russell reminds me of what I love about music and that is this: If you have a great voice and a great song, all you really need to sell it is an audience.

Among the crowd of people that consider themselves musicians there seems to be an understood theory that all music falls into two categories. The first category is Pop Music which includes some very awesome Real Music (which is the second category) and also some very, very Crap Music which is a sub-category of the first category. Most of the Crap Music involves slightly to quite talented people who are above average looking or at least unique looking in a not bad way. The thing about Crap Music is that it’s not really that crap to listen to. A lot of Crap Music is well written and pretty enjoyable which is why so many people buy it. However it’s still Crap Music because it’s a formulaic copy of something that someone interesting created and the only thing awesome about it is the amount of money that has been spent on getting it onto the radio all over the world.

Now I know that different people like different kinds of music for different reasons. I also know that certain kinds of music fits certain kinds of events and I’ll admit that if you want to get up and dance Isaac Russell isn’t going to be your first choice…or really any of your choices. If you want to dance you have no problem because there is all kinds of Crap Music out there that will do just fine. But Isaac makes Real Music and damn good Real Music at that. It’s as unique as Isaac himself and he has the chops and vox to perform it convincingly. I caught myself wrapped up in the story of his songs and quite frankly feeling a bit sorry for the life this guy has had. I caught myself feeling real emotions because of what this kid was doing on stage. And that’s what I love about music and if it doesn’t do that for me then I think it’s Crap.


The song posted in the player above is, "Cry Cry Cry". I've spent a lot of hours in my home studio recording this. It doesn't sound like a radio song because it's not supposed to. It is as unique as the person who created it. I like it and I hope you will too. But if you don't I'm not going to change it...and that's what I love about my music...I can play it the way I like it.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

What You Do Becomes You



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What you do becomes you….

I can’t get this idea out of my head. I’ve been attaching it to email messages and telling people about it for the past couple of weeks. You can’t call yourself a meat cleaver if you don’t in fact cleave meat. However, no matter what you call yourself, if you cleave meat on a daily basis, you will inevitably be a meat cleaver and you will inevitably be recognized as a meat cleaver. What you do becomes you.

There’s a lyric in a song by The Avett Brothers, “decide what to be and go be it.” That sentence encapsulates what is required of anyone who wants to be anything. You have to make a decision and you have to go do it. It can seem fairly overwhelming along the road to becoming something but that statement really does hold true. Just go and be the thing you want to be and don’t let anything stop you. Especially don’t let yourself stop you.

I have spent a lot of time trying to do what I want to do in life. I’ve talked about it and thought about it and prayed about it and analyzed it. I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with that but sometimes I let all that get in the way of actually going out and doing it. In the words of the great and wise Jedi Master, Yoda, “There is no try. Only do or do not.”

This year I stopped talking about quitting smoking and I quit smoking. I want to carry that over into other parts of my life. Less talk and more do. Just go and be whatever the hell it is you’re trying to be. Think about it and talk about and analyze it as you must but at the end of the day go out and do it. Do it every day consistently and eventually you cannot help but be the thing you already are.