Last Sunday — 12/5 — around 8:30 in the morning Facebook Marketplace suggested a post with the title “Free Antique Piano Must Go by 12/4”.
Already a day late, and as free made a dollar short quite improbable, I messaged an only slightly longer version of “I can be there in an hour if you can help load”.
By 10 AM this beautiful 1894 Voss & Sons piano was on my trailer and roughly 800lbs later it was resting nicely in our living quarters.
When I want to watch a movie or TV show but I can’t find anything that fits my mood, that’s when I love to write.
It doesn’t matter what story I work on — a WiP or something new — I put characters in a situation and write for mood. #screenwriting #mood #writing
Here’s the link for those of you who are impatient:
But here’s the story for those of you who are interested:
When I was ten years old I bought a snare drum with my own money earned from being a paperboy for The Detroit News.
For your information, millennials and younger, a “paperboy” is -- or perhaps was -- a job where you rode a bike around your neighborhood and delivered actual physical newspapers door-to-door. My bike was likely a Huffy, although I don’t recall the snare drum brand; soon after, however, that drum would be upgraded to a 5-piece drum set from Rogers.
Around 18-years-old between shifts at my next job as a retail clerk at TJ Maxx, I remember staying up for 72 hours straight playing with my new Korg M1 synthesizer and music workstation. Even though I didn’t stick to the genre, somewhere there’s a cassette tape or a few with my early Tangerine Dream-inspired electronic music.
Now, 30 years later, 38 years later if you go all the way back to the snare drum, after dipping my toe in, diving in, swimming around, jumping out, drying off, wandering around, and jumping back in the entertainment industry so many times it would make anyone's head spin (off)...
...I’ve finally released my first single as a songwriter and producer. As Abe Lincoln is known to have said, “I may walk slowly, but I never walk backwards.”
So now you have the link and the story.
I appreciate my fans, dare I say I love them even. There exists so much gratitude for anyone who truly looks and/or listens and feels, “Yeah, I like this, dare I say I love it.”
Having said that, I don’t create for my fans. I create for myself, from myself. True fans understand this; they know it, embrace it, expect it even, and this authenticity is in large part an underlying reason for their fandom.
My latest musical purchase is a vintage Seth Thomas metronome. As I’ve been hard at work composing, where my skills truly lack are in performance; it’s time to get back to the basics. It’s missing the cover, but just as well, I intend on using it, not covering it.
The cover art is complete and the song uploaded to the distributor with a 10/29 streaming release date.
I took this from the trail I’m building in my backyard; nature was exceedingly colorful yestereve.
And on a grammatical side note, in this digital world of textual brevity with the likes of LOL and BRB, I somewhere between occasionally and often wonder why words like yestereve and yestermorn are still considered archaic.
As much as we like to plan things, some of the best, most unusual results turn out by accident. Here are two morning sun shots from a short overnighter that took on a life of their own.
The third song was actually the first to be written; I wrote this over 15 years ago and recorded a demo with an acoustic guitar and my very.
Here is a new demo from our new band… revived and reimagined. Cello and more to follow… for now have a listen to the lovely Dee with Ilya on the keys.
It occurred to me while doing the occasional peruse of my own social feeds, that a while ago I posted a pic of railroad ties intent on being steps in a path, but I never posted the finished path; so here it is, or here they are, a grammatical variation depending on your focal point — the steps or the path.
