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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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.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Beulah Land

By the time I reach Beulah Land perhaps I'll really have a mop of white hair and a scraggly white beard. I've got the scraggly part already.

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I’m talking to a friend on the phone. She’s driving around a mall parking lot complaining about traffic and the fact that all her friends are out of town and always busy. She called because she can’t stand texting. She wants more face-time with people. I say it’s just the time and culture we live in… Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, texts and e-mail…these things have become skills almost as essential to modern life as reading and writing. I’m having this conversation from a table inside a Chili’s in North Carolina. I’m eating chicken again wishing I could eat some home cooked vegetables. There’s an idea in my head that goes something like this, “There’s a lot about modern life that I like to think I don’t like…but really I pretty much like things the way they are.”


I love e-mail. E-mail is easy. I get to be the king of the conversation and there’s no-one to interrupt my train of thought. I interrupt myself quite a little bit though. I’m pretty much addicted to Facebook too. I get a little excited when I have comments on my wall or messages in my inbox. I like being able to share everything that’s happening in “my world” with the world with immediate effect. I don’t own a t.v. and I take pride in the fact that I don’t really miss it. But the reason I don’t miss it is probably because I’m connected to my computer 24 hours a day. I’m ok with that and that’s the scary thing.


Modern life consists of working hard to pay for things that make our lives easier. Living in America it’s especially obvious that people trap themselves in this cycle of working to pay for things that end up forcing them to work more.


I like modern life. I like the conveniences we have. I like watching movies and playing on my computer. I like being able to record songs from my living room. I like the things that I can buy with the money I’ve earned. But I believe with all my heart that modern life is not the way we were intended to live.


Beulah Land is a better place than here. It’s the hereafter. It’s heaven. You may not believe in heaven and if not then you can think of it as a better place in the here and now. This song is one that always resonated with me so I decided to record my own version of it.

The original author of “Beulah Land” is Squire Parsons. He was recently diagnosed with chronic myelogenous leukemia.


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Saturday, August 21, 2010

No Matter What.....









You can’t just follow your dreams. I used to think that was enough. It seems noble when you say it to people… “Hey man. You’ve got to follow your heart no matter what.” The thing is most people forget about the “no matter what” and concentrate on the “follow your heart” bit. When you say “follow your heart” people relate to that immediately because everyone has a heart and there’s something in it that they want to do or be. It’s easy to grasp that part. But when you get down to the “no matter what” part things get a bit tricky. What is “no matter what”? What if “no matter what” sucks ass? What if “no matter what” becomes more than you can bear and you just can’t follow any more?



Following is passive. Being passive never got much done. Passive is nice to be with and cool in certain situations but mostly it just stays too long and doesn’t get the hints that it’s time to go home.



You’ve got to fight for your dreams. You’ve got to fight just to keep them alive let alone actually realize them. When you’re doing “no matter what” you’re fighting for your dream. So keep fighting. But if you find that you can’t be ok with that then maybe you should be doing something else.



When you build something up and focus your mind on only that one thing for an extended time frame, you start to forget everything else. When you put so much emphasis on one thing, that one thing begins to define you. That one thing becomes so big that it is bound to disappoint you. All the little things you lost focus on are now out of your life or forgotten or hazy and they cannot comfort you when that one thing lets you down. I’m not saying that having a very important “one thing” is bad. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t try hard to reach your dreams. But enjoy life along the way. Don’t stop doing all of the things you enjoy. We humans are fragile…we get broken and hurt. We need inspiration. In addition to great films and poetry and songs it is all of life’s little pleasures that inspire us. It’s the coffee in the morning and the painting and small tasks and social gatherings where that one thing isn’t mentioned. It’s the food and drink and fishing and yard work that inspire us to be better than ever at that one thing.



I built up a dream. I put it on a pedestal. I forgot about a lot of other smaller things that I enjoy in life. I placed my life’s value and enjoyment in the hands of an idea that was somewhat idealistic. After a few months I started to feel like a failure because my idealistic picture of myself living out my dream had not become a reality. So I put my head down and worked harder and after a few months felt even more like a failure because of the same reasons. I never thought to reconsider the details and parameters of my dream. I never thought to acknowledge the small victories along the way. I never thought to mark the milestones. I just kept looking for this utopia-life in which everything I thought I wanted was happening around me.



There is more to life than that one thing. There always has been and there always will be. Try hard. Do your best. Get better. When you fall down get back up. Don’t let disappointment stop you from trying some more. Don’t let failure make you fall to pieces. But don’t let ‘success’ define you either. That one thing is important and you should keep it important. But it isn’t who you are. It is not the entirety of you. Your personhood, your happiness, your fulfillment, your love, your hope, and the sum of your life does not rise and fall on the outcome of that one thing. You are more than that one thing. You are the masterful artist and that one thing is your product. You hold the reigns and that one thing cannot guide you…so don’t let it.

There’s a scene in the movie “Greenberg” where the main character is talking to his best friend. The two have lived in different cities for ten years and they are having some difficulty reuniting because of things that happened fifteen years ago. The two had been in a band during those years and Greenberg ruined their only chance at a record deal by turning down their only offer. His best friend tells him that he’s finally embracing the life he never expected.



I understand this statement perfectly. You have a dream that doesn’t pan out. You always feel ‘stuck’ no matter what else you do because you can’t let go of this idea that you could have been different or that your life could have been better. Sometimes you meet people who once had the very dream that you have and they are bitter, unhappy people. Sometimes you meet people who moved on from their dream and did what Greenberg’s friend did. The latter is usually the happier, more fulfilled person. There is value in embracing the life you live in the present. Bitterness eats you up inside and can taint every aspect of your life. You stop enjoying the thing you love because it never delivers.



I think that Greenberg’s friend was in a good place but it took him fifteen years to reach that place. I think he gave up on his dream when maybe he didn’t have to. I think he spent a lot of time wishing and hoping that things had been different but without knowing how to change things he was forced to live a life that he ultimately didn’t want because it wasn’t what he expected. It’s not that it was a bad life…just not the one he expected. This, in my opinion is the worst possible thing he could have done. He could have simply moved on or he could have kept fighting for his expected life. He sat somewhere in the middle though wanting a different life but also not really wanting to go after it and also not wanting to acknowledge that he was the one steering his life the whole time.



I’ve always thought of giving up in negative terms. This is something I learned by default. No one ever sat me down and told me that giving up was wrong or bad. Instead it was instilled in me that “finishing what you start” is a noble and good thing that builds character. Now I whole-heartedly agree that finishing what you start is a good thing if what you’ve started is a good thing. Everything you do builds character but what happens if you start something that you never should have started?



I have a bad character trait called smoking. I call this a character trait because it’s more than a habit now; it’s part of my personality. When you start smoking you never think of yourself as a smoker. Smokers who have smoked for a long time still don’t think of themselves as smokers. They say that they just smoke socially or that they are trying to quit. This is because we’ve all seen real smokers; the woman at the Laundromat who has a voice like chalk, and wheezes as she walks and coughs every five minutes. We don’t want to think of ourselves this way. So we refuse to acknowledge that we are smokers. But when you smoke every day; when you get uncomfortable when you haven’t smoked for a few hours then you are a smoker. It’s part of who you are. It’s a character trait.


I should have never started smoking and the best thing for it would be to quit. In this instance quitting would be a good thing that would build good character. I did start smoking though and I built myself a character that I do not like and do not want to be. Yet I do want to be that or I would stop.



Smoking is an easy example but the point holds true. What if my dream is bad for me? What if the thing I started is a bad thing that will build bad character? Quitting is not always negative and finishing what you start is not always positive. Giving something up so that you can live a better life seems like a reasonable and even good response. But it still feels bad.
Greenberg’s friend couldn’t decide what to do. He couldn’t give up and he couldn’t have what he wanted. He was the bitter, unhappy person who felt trapped not only by the life he was living but also by the life he wanted to be living. He didn’t want the one and couldn’t have the other and it was all really in his own mind.


What if you are doing something you ought to give up? In that circumstance then giving up should be applauded and in certain cases, like smoking, it usually is. But when people give up a dream they are thought poorly of. People assume they weren’t good enough or that they didn’t work hard enough. Maybe they weren’t good enough and that being the case we ought to pat them on the back for quitting. Surely it’s a noble thing to admit to oneself and the world that although you made a valiant effort you ultimately were not up to scratch and have decided to move on in order to find something more suitable?



I’m not really talking about giving up here though. I’m talking about the fact that life will kick your ass time and again and that’s not something you can get away from. A dream is not going to look in reality like it does in your head. It’s not always going to feel good. Life is difficult. Life is hard. Life doesn’t really give a crap if you succeed or fail. If life cared at all about you we would have no rich and no poor. People would all look exactly alike if life was trying to make us all comfortable. There would be no ugliness and no prettiness. But life is just life and we live it until we are dead. So why do we waste time being depressed and unhappy and wishing for things we don’t have?



Greenberg’s friend was doing something that I want to do. He was accepting his present tense and being ok with it. We are all smart people and we can all realize that whether you are born privileged or disadvantaged you can’t expect to be fabulous all of the time. So maybe it’s better to be ok with the present tense wherever you happen to be…good times and bad…thick and thin…sickness and health. It doesn’t matter if you give up your dream or if you fight for it. Just be ok with your decision whatever you do.


As for me? I fight on.