Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My new musical love

I have found a new musical love.

Last night, or two nights ago? (It was Monday night, but I'm typing this at 12:45 am on Wednesday) My Papa called me and said that he had a CD he wanted to bring by and let me hear. He has been begging me for 3 weeks now to go down to Double Springs, AL with him to Uncle Tommy's house and listen to some songs "on his youtube." Papa still doesn't understand that I can watch the same video that Uncle Tommy is watching.
Anyway, Papa decided to take matters into his own hands. (This is where I get it from.) He had Uncle Tommy burn him a CD and he was bound and determined that he was going to bring it over.
He came over, and to be honest, I was in a complete rush. My buddy Matt Curtis and I had changed the time of our writing session about 395309872 times over the past two weeks and at least 3 times that day. I had to get to Matt's and called Papa around 9 to tell him that I had to leave. He informed me that he was walking in the door.
We popped the CD in and I wasn't too sure what to expect. I heard a virtuoso blues player on a few tracks and then I heard something unique, something different. It was a song called Rockin Pneumonia by Huey Piano Smith. It was 2 minutes and 17 seconds of sheer magic.
It reminded me of days that were easy, days where music was real and meant something to the musicians that played it. What happened to that? We have this corporate music scene where it all just seems so manufactured. So many people are just awestruck over Lady Gaga, but what is she doing really?


In a world of heavy, heavy auto-tune and Justin Bieber, we have one person that is actually being themselves and the world goes ape crap. The song I heard was just so pure, and had so much bounce. I felt like grabbing my guitar and picking it out. What happened to music like that? Music will never be as good as it can be until people my age realize that music will never be as amazing as the music our parents and grandparents listened to. Now I'm not against all "new music." Just like there is a bad batch of new music, there is also a batch of good singers and songwriters.
All I'm saying is that what I heard was fresh, and since it's from 1957 ( I think) that proves that it's also timeless. Take a listen people

Monday, August 2, 2010


I'm putting this down on my blog so hopefully I will be held accountable. I really want to step up my songwriting. I would love to kick out at least 3-4 a month. Maybe if I'm really inspired I'll crank out 5. We'll see.

Sometimes I have these killer ideas come in my head and if I don't write them down immediately, they'll be lost forever. I've got a TON of ideas that I really plan to capitalize on within the next few weeks. Last weekend I was hit with by an 18 wheeler of inspiration. I came up with four good ideas for songs and four cool chord progressions, but just couldn't do anything with it.

What I love doing is taking random songs and trying to add an extra verse to them. Just to try and jumpstart my creativity. Sometimes it takes me down a path of my own song, then again, sometimes it gets me completely distracted from what I planned on doing in the first place.

While we're on the subject of writing, I have completely lost my AP style of writing over the summer. I will definitely have to brush up on it before boot camp or I'll get embarrassed.

This also reminds me... I was starting a screenplay and would love to finish it. I also have several book ideas bouncing around in my skull at the moment. I think this week could possibly be a really creative one if I keep this up. At least I hope so.

I'm asking myself why I'm watching the X-Men cartoon show from 1994 at 2:43 in the am? I need some sleep, after all, I do have to work out in the morning with Papa Phil. (getting some much needed sleep now.) zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thursday, July 29, 2010

What music means to me... Pt. 1

This is a question I ask myself a good bit. What does music mean to me?

As far back as I can remember I have been singing. There are several videos of that my Mom took of me singing along with some of her cassettes (haha yeah, cassettes.) I think the first time I sang publicly was when I was 4, maybe even younger. I sang with some of the youth at our church. I sang several times throughout the years and then one day, it was like something clicked, and I was too ashamed to sing publicly. I think I was around 12 or 13 and I was just too embarrassed. I remember watching the whole Brady Bunch episode where Peter's voice cracks and ruins the song. My voice began changing and I suppose I was just too scared something would happen when I sang.

Then something miraculous happened.... girls. It seemed like every guy at my high school that played guitar had chicks just awe struck. And the thing that cracked me up the most was that half of them weren't mini-Brad Pitt's or anything. They could just jam and that made them attractive. I had a few buddies that played and could sing pretty good as well. I bought a guitar with my birthday money my sophomore year of high school. I started teaching myself for around a month and then gave up.

Fast forward a year... I was a junior in high school and had just started dating a girl named Jessie Brooks. There was this recording this kid had made on his cell phone and sent to a girl who sent to another girl and it had gotten around to a lot of people. He sang and played a song and they all seemed to love it. I remember thinking to myself, "Dude I can do that." I picked up my guitar and started learning. About a month into Jessie and mine's relationship, we had a small fight. Luckily for the past month I had been busting it trying to learn Collide by Howie Day. That night I showed up at her house with a rose in mouth, played the song until she grabbed the rose (haha) then I sang the song. She loved it.

From that point on I have stuck with guitar (and the girl.) I was still scared to play in front of people. I took my guitar into the locker room while the varsity played (I was on the b-team) and practiced. A few of my friend's that played came into the locker room. I stopped. Then my buddy Justin Dorroh was like, "Keep singing." I played a little and sang. And then he said, "How long have you been singing?" I wasn't sure if he was messing with me or what. (If you know him and his sense of humor in that moment it would've been difficult to tell. haha) I told him pretty much all my life. I remember him saying, "Hang on. I'm gonna go get Joe E."

They came in and commended my progress. I realized at that point that if I stuck with it I think that I could really, really enjoying playing and singing. That's when a lot of things started to change. Part two to come tomorrow kids...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Time Flies

It looks like I completely fell through on my promise of updating my blog. I had extremely high expectations of one day dominating the world with my blog. I hoped to have reviews about many, many things and talk about several witty thoughts of mine daily. But, my friends, there is hope. Here's to the future.

1.) I was driving to my parents when I realized what the car tag said in front of me. The numbers 666 followed by three letters. I started thinking about it. I'm sure someone in prison had a real fun time making that one. They probably thought how funny it would be to get back at the society that had placed them in prison. I mean, heck, it wasn't because of their actions that they're in jail. Take for instance the newest commercial from Pizza Hut. It says something along the lines of "Losing isn't so bad." No kid, you're terribly misinformed.

Losing is freaking horrible. These days kids get trophies regardless of the final score/rank/standings/place. To truly enjoy/understand a hard earned win, you have to feel the pain of losing. When you take the pain out of losing and make it as fun as winning, why does it mean so much to win? This commercial, to me, exemplified everything I hate about society's take on competition. (Kudos to Justin Dorroh and our chat about this commercial.)

2.) This is another little thought I had bouncing around my brain today... When someone makes a drastic change in their lifestyle after high school graduation, the whole time in high school were they displaying character or was it all about their status?

In high school if you didn't drink/do drugs etc etc, then why did you start now? If you were displaying character the entire first part of your life then you would continue on that same path. If it was all for show you change. I honestly think college is in large part about discipline. It's about making yourself get up every morning to go to class even though you really don't want to. It's about making yourself study early enough before an exam so you don't have to cram the night before. It's about making yourself go to bed at a decent hour. If you can be disciplined and keep yourself in check, college really is a breeze. I didn't really have any one person in particular, just kind of something that's been spinning the wheels in my head lately.

3.) I promise to myself and you, to start updating this bad boy as much as possible. No one will read it probably, but at least I can let out a lot of emotions that I don't normally unleash. That is it for tonight my friends.

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