Whatever You Want (Revised)

6 Jan

Well, this is a first.

I’ve never posted more than one version of a song.

But I listened back to the original version of Whatever You Want. A lot of the vocal sounded a bit flat to me. Yikes.

So I recorded a new vocal track and I think it’s more in tune.

Anyway… hope you agree!

Jay

Whatever You Want

2 Jan

Martin guitars are widely considered the finest production acoustics you can get.

I love Martins.

I owned a D35 for many years.

Then I took a flyer, sold the Martin, and bought a Taylor 314ce with the proceeds.

I’m not going to say one guitar is better than the other. But they are different.

The Martin had that deep, resonant, ballsy bass going… like, at all times.

The Taylor chimes like a church bell when you strike it. The mid tones are just silly pretty.

The one knock people often have with Taylors is their supposed lack of bass. I can understand why they say that. On the other hand, I think you can “cure” that with some simple technique. Something about the way you strike the six and fifth strings when you play… I dunno.

All I know is: I was pleased with how the Taylor sounded on this recording.

To me, the low tones sound round, full and resonant. That is a tribute to a beautifully made instrument.

But it’s also a tribute to Melissa.

Or rather… to a Christmas present she got me…

Or rather… she cleared me to buy this present for myself, which was kind of her…

It’s a Sterling Audio microphone.

And it feels right that Melissa gave this to me. She also bought me my first recoding mic, the old Blue Snowball.

That thing has been a beast for going on five years. (Audio techies like to slam the Snowballs for some reason. I don’t get it.)

About two months ago, the beast finally crapped out.

And now, we have a new beast… the Sterling. And it’s an awesome piece of equipment as well.

The really cool thing is: If you’re not making any sounds, but the mic is hot, you will not hear any sounds on the recording. Just clean silence. Imagine that! No background hiss. No messages from alien cultures beaming through your mic wire during the solos.)

Anyway, I suppose I’m trying to say: Equipment matters, especially when you’re recording.

Equipment isn’t going to make up for a crap song, of course.

But imagine if Robert Johnson had had some better equipment in that Texas hotel room where he recorded his stuff. That would have been nice. What we’re left with is ridiculously amazing, of course – historically important, soul-moving. I am not complaining about the low-fidelity recordings Johnson left behind.

I’m just saying: I would gladly give up my new Sterling if it could travel back in time and record that guy. Jesus.

Short of that, we’ll have to settle with this new effort.

I call it: Whatever You Want.

It’s a song about being willing to give someone whatever they want. (Clever title/theme connection there, eh?)

On the equipment front, this is kinda fun for another twist. I played the Telecaster for some of the accent guitar, and the solo.

Again, just played it through the amp and recorded it with the new Sterling.

I thought the mic made it sound just like it sounds when it comes out of the amp. Very true.

As for the song itself, I will leave that for you to judge.

Meanwhile, Happy New Year, and I hope you are rocking to your own new music this fine January evening.

Jay

Breathe Out Everything that Could Have Been

6 Nov

New song, new season… same old blues again.

It’s time for another breakup song, folks.

“But Jay… really. Enough with the breakup songs.”

And I say: NEVER! We can never talk enough about these things. I find it healing somehow. I dunno. Maybe it’s the Scots-Irish happysadness. I just enjoy a little complexity sometimes. Not always. But sometimes you want to explore a situation where everything kinda got broken.

Bla bla bla.

Anyway. I have a small confession.

This recording is pretty flawed, from a production standpoint. My piano is clunky. My voice is kind of eerie and thin in spots. The overall audio quality on the vocal is pretty iffy. It seems my trusty USB mic is losing its grip on reality here. I hear more static in the recording tracks every day.

Oh to be back at Ostrowski Towers Record Productions Ltd.

Soon enough. It’s just a bit too warm still. (That’s an inside joke. But we are basically cold-weather players.)

But I started this one on the piano, too, just like the rest of the most recent stuff. Again, it produced a song that feels unique from a guitar-written tune. I think on the piano I tend to look for minor and diminished chords more than I do on a guitar. Probably because my neck hand features a ring finger that’s almost totally unable to bend at the end joint. It looks like a standalone Freddie Kruger finger.

As for the words. I began singing the song with one word in my head: Exhale.

So that was the first word of the lyrics. I improvised the rest over the first take of the song.

They mostly worked. Certainly I liked the vocal melody. So I did a little polishing and this is what I came up with.

Like I said, forgive the roughness here. I think it’s more important to get these songs out there than try to make them perfect.

At least for now. My perfectionistic side will re-emerge, I’m sure.

But sometimes, it’s probably good to put some raw material out there… maybe it will come at you from a different angle.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy…

Breathe Out Everything that Could Have Been:

Hippy@Heart (for J.J.)

26 Aug

I heard a great quote from Forrest Griffin the other day.

Griffin is probably one of the greatest MMA fighters of all time. He’s a pretty sharp guy, as well. And he said something like: Hell is dying and meeting the person you were supposed to become. Or something along those lines.

I suppose we all wonder, at times, if we’re living the exact lives we were meant to live. I used to wonder about that most of the time. (This was back before my first midlife crisis.) Not so these days…

But you always wonder if you could be living a little truer to your true self (whatever that means, right?).

Maybe this song has to do with that – the discrepancy between who we wanted to be growing up, and who we’ve become… and who we still CAN become if we make some decisions and take some actions.

Quick side note/warning: This song contains a harmonica solo. I have to thank my Dad for giving me the harmonica collection as a Christmas gift last year! I finally put it to use!

Regardless, I hope you enjoy the new tune, Hippy@Heart (for J.J.).

The Fall of Superman

17 May

Heartbreak. It’s such a great songwriting topic. I seem to return to it a lot in my own writing, even though life has actually been pretty free of the usual heartbreak lately.

Sad songs heal. I’m sure of that.

We listen to sad songs for the same reason we attend funerals. Shared suffering has the power to transmute itself into beauty… and to bring us closer together on an almost spiritual level. (Pain is the touchstone of all spiritual progress, or so they say.)

For example, I don’t think the great blues men wrote their songs to make people sad. I think they wrote about heartbreak because that’s where the healing needs to happen.

Songs have the power to heal the soul. (They also have the power to maim the soul. I’m looking at you, Justin Bieber.)

Plus, heartbreak — when it comes from love — is complex. That makes it fun or at least interesting countryside to travel as a writer. You can drive over a mountain of hope, and fly down the other side at ninety miles per hour, brake pads on fire, into a river of sorrow — splash!

Fun stuff!

Plus, when you come out on the other side of that river, life often looks brighter than ever. You’ve been washed clean. You’re ready for the next growth spurt. That’s especially true if we’ve learned something about ourselves from the dark crossing. We emerge stronger, wiser, more circumspect.

Hopefully, we also emerge more useful to the folks around us, because we have some perspective to offer. And then, if we’re really wise and smart, we offer that perspective only in measured doses. We instead learn to listen and watch and follow along as others live their journeys, too.

With kids, for example, you really don’t want them to experience heartbreak. So there’s a tendency to offer way too much perspective, almost all the time.

I used to do some of that with Nate. I try not to do it so much these days. I realize now that he must live his own journey. He’s on his boat, and he’s got his own set of charts, and his own star to follow. And the only way my perspective will be useful to him is, perhaps, in retrospect. When he gets old enough, he may see that some of that “Daddy wisdom” as he calls it was actually on point. If that day comes, maybe then he can recall some of the other crap I told him… and get some use out of it.

Who knows. I still can’t tell if we as a species ever get wiser. Somehow I doubt it. But that’s not a bad thing. That’s where poetry comes from.

I ramble.

If you haven’t guessed by now, today’s song is about heartbreak. Guy gets girl. Guy becomes a superhero (to himself, at least), as a result. Guy loses girl. Superhero takes a fall. He turns in his cape. And hopefully comes out better for it, ultimately.

I should add that this song is unique for a few reasons, and especially meaningful to me.

First, I wrote it on the piano. I think that was a first. And it brought out a whole series of new notes and progressions for me. I’m no piano player, but certainly I’m learning to respect the immense power of that cathedral of an instrument.

In addition, this is not the first recorded version of the song. I recorded a prior version with my friend and fellow songster, Dan Ostrowski. (I hope to share some of our co-creations in this space soon.) Dan’s a great drummer, and a great keyboardist, and a great writer, too.

When we recorded the prior version (which was actually the second recorded version — I did an earlier rough demo at home), Dan played keys. He actually gave the song a groove — which is something I don’t generally do. I’m sadly groove-less. I can spin out a melody, and write lyrics. But as far as rhythm, I have a lot to learn.

Fortunately, I have found a teacher — a true master of rhythm. He brings great, moving rhythm to both the drums and the keys.

His keyboard playing basically inspired the keys on this recording. If you hear a bouncing, funky little groove creeping into the piano on occasion, that’s Dan’s influence.

In addition, I added in a simple bass line, and found a drum machine beat that seemed to go along with it. (Again, with the prior version, Dan created a REAL drum part. I’ll post that prior version of the song here at some point soon. I still need to get Dan’s and Richard Branson’s clearance to release that recording.)

But for now, you’ll have to make do with this version of a song I call:

The Fall of Superman

Tangled Glory

27 Aug

Commuting sucks.

Commuting is evil.

It wastes gas, and time, and torches the environment.

If the traffic’s bad (and it generally is along my route), commuting can grate your soul like a hunk of 5-year-old Canadian cheddar.

But over the years, folks have made helpful suggestions. Get books on tape! Turn the radio up loud and sing along! Turn the radio off and meditate! Make phone calls to loved ones (my favorite).

In fact, while I generally hate commuting with all my being, I have enjoyed some transcendent moments on the road. I remember once, many springtimes ago, I made my usual weekly call back home, to California. I spoke with Mom. I was in a mood – a grateful one. I thanked her for everything she had done for me, including giving birth (yeah, it got weird). I don’t know exactly why I was in such an effusive mood. I just was. And I said all the stuff we *should* say to our loved ones but, in some cases, never get the chance.

It was the last time I ever spoke to her.

Less than one week later, sitting at my desk at work, I received a phone call from my sister Angela. Our mom died, she said. They’re taking her out of the house now.

I fell silent and managed to say, Okay. Thanks Angie.

I’m sure it sounds like I must be making this up. The storyline is too neat and tidy. But that’s exactly how it happened. And were I not commuting that day, I might not have made that phone call. And if I hadn’t made that phone call, I might not have been able to say the things I really wanted to say to Mom before she died.

My point? Commuting isn’t always evil and horrible. (Not many things are *always* anything.)

Commutes can be a good time to let your mind wander – to make connections. To recall. To imagine. To let love swell up in your heart for the people who make life worth living. To make room for gratitude (in between flipping off all the assholes, of course). To laugh. To talk to yourself (under cover of “hands free” phone calls)…

In that spirit, I pulled out the trusty iPhone during a recent commute and shot some footage. Figured what the hell. Just held that sucker up and recorded the passing scenery.

I got home that night and ran it through the computer, and watched it. Nothing too spectacular.

But suddenly, my eyes got hooked.  I saw little details I’d never seen – colors, shapes, movements that appeared to belong to someone else’s day. But they belonged to mine. I had just stopped seeing them years ago.

Funny how that happens. With time, the wondrous becomes the familiar, and the familiar becomes the invisible. But it doesn’t become any less wondrous. We just need to look at it again, more closely, from a different angle.

That’s what I attempted to do when putting together this video for my new song.

It’s kind of a mash-up of my commute, and some of the people and images that sometimes run through my mind on a good day’s drive.

Of course, many of my nearest and dearest aren’t in this montage. I just culled it together quickly from images on my hard drive and Facebook accounts. So if you’re not in it, please don’t think I left you out on purpose. I can think of a dozen people right off my head who should be in here.

Anyway. I suppose if there’s any connective theme here between the images and the music, it’s gratitude. It’s also loss. It’s reaching middle age and seeing the whole view from the top of the roller coaster. There’s sadness in that, of course. At one time, the sadness drove me to drink oceans of Old Loudmouth.

Now it drives me to do dangerous things like filming with my iPhone at 70 miles per hour.

So without further ado, here it is. Tangled Glory.

Nuages-ish

7 Apr

I remember the first time I heard Django Reinhardt.

It was love at first listen.

And suddenly, Willie Nelson made more sense.

It wouldn’t be until many years later that I ran into a fellow who explained the connection.

Willie had recorded one of the best versions of Reinhardt’s “Nuages” – possibly the best, outside of Django’s 14 variations.

Of course, Willie is known as a country artist.

But what makes him so virtuosic, in my view, is how he has seamlessly sewn jazz into the fabric of his American country quilt.

There’s nothing in music quite as thrilling, to me, as hearing a perfectly executed jazz run in the middle of an otherwise pure country tune.

Suddenly, you’ve gone from a provincial Southern sound to a truly global sound… something entirely new and sophisticated in its simple way.

I’ve always dreamed of being able to fuse country and jazz.

Still haven’t gotten there yet. Mainly because I know very little about jazz (or as Ron Burgundy calls it, “yazz.”)

But I’m hoping to change that.

Fate has put an amazing guy in my life all of a sudden. He’s one of the best jazz guitarists on the East Coast, if not the country.

And he’s a great guide, as well.

As Michael made coffee in his kitchen last week, I joked: “I’m hoping to learn Nuages before I leave today.”

It was my first lesson. I was joking.

“Oh yeah. That’s actually a good one to start with. We can do that.”

“I was joking,” I said.

“Oh, well, let’s sit down and take a look at it.”

Which we did… For about 15 minutes…

But it was enough to get me started. So I went home and started fiddling around with what he showed me.

I recorded one guitar track on Dad’s old Dobro, and a second one – also on the Dobro.

Then I added a very simple percussion line, and voila.

Instant Django.

Yeah. Right. Not quite.

I call this Nuage-ish, because it’s kind of like Nuages… but it’s not… well… Nuages.

But this is just the first foray. There will be more.

Till then, I hope you enjoy it.