Bradley listens to his own music sometimes...sometimes he even likes it... aka... the more ellipses the better...

I hate people who are inconsistent with their blogs…wait, fuck… I know I keep saying I will get better at this and then not doing anything to be a little more consistent but, you know, everything. Anyways, I’m tired of talking about what isn’t working in my life (mostly everything), so today I’m bringing back a classic: the random music playlist. Whenever times are tough, music is always there to be a comfort to me. Sometimes it’s even my own music that I need in a particular moment; which might sound weird, I know, and very egotistic I suppose, but who could know how to reach me better than me? OK, usually anyone else (thanks Asperger’s!) but every once in a while it’s strangely comforting to hear my former self tell my current self “hey, you already went through this and here’s what you need right now.”

So, today I am going to go through a few songs of my own that have helped me through some tough moments, especially in the past year. “A blog about himself? So arrogant!” you might say. But, hey, it’s my blog and I can write about whatever I want to, and today I want to write about myself. And I don’t know if you know this, but occasionally I write a pretty fucking good tune. On to the songs!

Here’s the Spotify playlist if you want to listen while you read. I can’t do those two things at once (if music is on, that’s the only thing I can focus on) but I’m told other people can, so here you go. If you don’t do Spotify, I’ll also link the YouTube versions below.

OK, so I struggled to put these into any specific order (read: I was too lazy to put these into any specific order), so I figured I would just go through them chronologically and give you a little back story as to why I included them on this list. It’s more or less a random thought experiment where you get to understand my brain a little better and where I can talk about my music, which I have such a love/hate relationship with; pretty much like any other artist. If Thom Yorke (Radiohead) gets to be disappointed with his output then I damn sure better be sometimes. But sometimes I’m not disappointed and I enjoy combing through the back catalog.


It’s funny, people always ask if my songs or albums are like children, like I’m supposed to love them all equally. That’s not true at all. I definitely have favorites and definitely have some that are the runts of the litter. I still love them but they likely have some issues that need addressing. So, without further ado, here’s the songs:


1) Back to Brooklyn

Why this one is on the list: This was the first song I ever played with a rock band. I was in New York City and I was starting to get bored of playing folk music. I didn’t really have the songs to start a band as most of my stuff at the time was super Dylan-y and were these long, rambly, imagery driven type stuff with loads of harmonica solos. But I knew I wanted to do something more Rock ‘n’ Roll, so I auditioned to be the singer for this cover band. We did stuff from the Black Keys, Cold War Kids, Wolfmother and a few other bands that were pretty hot around that time. I can’t say that I was particularly great at being a covers singer. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that I’m good at doing my thing, but that’s pretty much it. I’m not one of those people who can hear a song and then sing it perfectly. I tend to have to work hard for everything I do musically, and I’m OK with that.

But one day at rehearsal, the leader of the group, the guitar player, was running a bit late. So, we were just hanging around and they asked if I had any songs we could play in the interim. I searched my brain for a folk song that might work and landed on Back to Brooklyn. Normally, I did it in 6/8 time, all folky and shit, but I figured if I just played it straight and gave it a little oomph, it might actually work. I show the bass player the simple chords and we launched into it. I got such a rush hearing the band behind me and I knew that this was my future. I still enjoy the folky stuff, but that moment was like the first time I had sex, in that it was something I had never experienced before but knew I needed to make a regular occurrence thereafter. And my Rock ‘n’ Roll path had begun.

2) This Old House

Why this one is on the list: This song has affected more people than any other song I’ve written. I’ve had quite a few people reach out to me about this song over the years with stories about how this song helped them through a divorce, breakup, the death of a loved one, etc. I feel so humbled and honored to be able to have helped in some small way in other people’s lives. I’ve always said my goal in making music is to give back, to at least one person, what music has given me. I’ve accomplished that many times over with just this song and I’m so grateful that I could do my part in continuing music’s pay-it-forward type deal.

In addition, it’s also the first song my wife and I ever sang together on. I had always envisioned this song as a duet but never really had a singing partner. So, for live shows at the time, my drummer would sing some of the harmonies but it never quite sounded the way it should. When we got around to recording, I had just met this girl who was singing with my guitar player’s other band. He said she was really good at harmonies and I thought she was pretty so I asked her if she was free to come out to the studio on one of our scheduled days and she was. I remember I had forgotten to print out the lyrics for her so I was writing them by hand as she was listening to the song for the first time. I remember her commenting on how each line was a different length and had a slightly different melody. I never really thought too much about that kind of stuff but it definitely doesn’t make it easy for someone who doesn’t know the song to sing along with it. Long story short, she was great and now we’re married.

3) She Will Never Return to Me

Why this one is on the list: This the last vestige of my folk singing days. With verses like:

With her eyes like sailor’s stars through a night so sad and still

She paints a silver ghost on a broken window sill

And on from the summer she finds her saintly will

But she will never return to me

and

She whispers and fades like a man she once knew

And dances with the poets with bells in their shoes

She hits all the notes when she hums the tunes

But she will never return to me

I love it. Makes me yearn for a simpler time in my life when all that mattered was outdoing the venerable Jon Fickes with my latest folk song, which I’d debut at some open mic at 1:30am on a Tuesday; and he’d try to do the same to me. Needless to say, he usually won…

The other thing I love about listening to this song is the lead guitar work and the solos. It’s otherworldly at times. This song wasn’t really on the radar for this record but we had some extra time in the studio so we figured we’d give it a shot. I think we had played it at maybe two shows before the recording session so it was still pretty raw. Our guitar player, Brian, had mostly just noodled around during the verses and solos prior to this so he didn’t have any of his parts down; since, again, we weren’t planning on recording it. We didn’t use anything he recorded that day but he took the raw mix home and spent hours writing and recording his part in his basement studio. At the next session, he brought in the fruits of his labor and we all heard it for the first time. It was magnificent. I loved it. The guitar sounds were nothing like what was on the rest of the album but it fit this song so perfectly. It was such a unique moment as most of the other parts were meticulously hammered out at rehearsals and shows. But this, this was like hearing my song come to life for the first time. To this day, it’s still my favorite of all his guitar parts, and he had some dandies so that’s saying something.

4) Just Like Jon Fickes

Why this one is on the list: Remember how songs are supposed to be like kids and you’re supposed to love them all equally? Well, this is my favorite child. I have a couple fun memories from this one.

First, this was originally written to essentially what would become the music for Some Girls (Still Love Rock N’ Roll), if you can imagine that. But at the time, the band was really struggling with the more upbeat, harder-edged type rock songs so I rewrote the song into the new key (C) and really played around with the tempo and dynamics. From the story to the epicness of the recording, this is one that really worked out a little better in real life than what I had in my head, which is really fucking rare. Usually, songs never come close to what you hear in your head but this one actually ended up exceeding it. I remember being so anxious about getting this song right that the morning of the mixing session I got so drunk that I passed out and missed most of it. I’ll never forget sauntering in bleary-eyed and hearing it for the first time. I loved it. I didn’t have one note. “Wouldn’t change a thing,” I said, “it’s perfect.”

Second, I’ll always remember how much people hated the title. Even the boys in the band who had recorded with Jon (that’s him on Back to Brooklyn and our first EP) thought it was a stupid name. “What does it mean? No one knows who Jon Fickes is,” I kept hearing. But, every time I brought up the title, people would ask me about it. “Who is Jon Fickes?” they would say, usually pronouncing his name “ficus” as in “ficus tree.” Anything that got people talking. Plus, Jon is one of my biggest influences in music. Like I mentioned before, we’ve always had a friendly competition between us and he’s inspired me to work harder and push myself to write better songs over the years. To be able to honor him with a song title (plus a cover of his tune The Dark Lovely on the same album) is the least I can do for someone so influential on my music career.

Third, it’s just a really fucking good song, if I may say so myself, and I may, as this is my fucking blog. Many times when I tell people it’s over eight minutes long, they are surprised, which is a good thing as a songwriter. If you can make an eight minutes song feel like a five minute song, you’re doing something right. I definitely did something right with this one.

5) Lookin’ at Luckey

Why this one is on the list: One of the things I’ve really missed since moving across the country is my friends back in the Portland, OR area. As a whole, I fucking hated Portland and the people there. But, there were some special people that came into my life while I lived there. One of them was the man who wrote and directed my two latest music videos, Kevin Pietila. His wife and my soon-to-be wife were good friends, so needless to say, eventually we were bound to hang out. We hit it off almost instantly and within weeks we were discussing making a music video together. I think my favorite part of the process was those initial meetings when we would head over to a local bourbon bar and drink and share stories about our lives that were relevant to the song/video. One drink would turn into four and we would talk for hours.

As I was doing my blog series a few months back called “Music videos are fun,” I was kind of reliving those days and the shoots for the videos. If I could make music videos all day, every day (and that’s how those shoots can go sometimes, all day. The Let’s Go Out Tonight overnight shoots were pretty brutal), I would, as long as Kevin was the director. And, of course, Jon Fickes made his obligatory appearance in these videos as well, which made them even more fun. If you want to read more about the Luckey video shoot, you can HERE. If you haven’t seen the video yet, here it is:

As far as the song, this might be my second favorite song that I’ve written. It was the first song written for this album and kind of set the tone for the entire record. The stories about struggles with sex, drugs, drinking, depression and guilt sort of weave their way throughout the entire record. That was essentially my life at the time and I feel this song summed it up better than the others. I remember the first time I played this song for anyone besides myself. My bandmate was taken aback as he hadn’t heard something like this from me before, one person cried and before the night was over (well, in the early morning hours) I found myself in bed with a beautiful girl I had just met. Life is pretty strange sometimes but obviously that song had told a powerful story.

6) Let’s Go Out Tonight

Why this one is on the list: This song brought me joy a couple times this past year. First off, it was chosen for the soundtrack of the video game NASCAR Heat 5. Not only did that bring in some much needed income, but as a lifelong NASCAR fan it was a really cool achievement. I grew up playing NASCAR video games so it was pretty damn cool to be a part of one of those games. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent tweaking setups or running practice laps in NASCAR Racing 1999. That game was the most realistic racing sim I had ever seen up to that point and I loved it. I never knew I wanted to spend my evenings finding the perfect camber setting or front bias ratio but the game proved otherwise. I remember when the first NASCAR Heat game came out. My buddy and I would spend hours racing while we listened to Jimi Hendrix or Damn Yankees or REO Speedwagon. Not sure why those are the three that immediately come to mind, but so be it. I know a lot of people think NASCAR is just rednecks driving cars really fast and turning left, but come watch a race with me and we can talk about all the strategy, science, skill and luck that goes into a race. I feel like NASCAR is as misunderstood as baseball. A lot of people think it’s a boring sport where not much happens until you learn about all that goes into it and how ridiculously difficult it is.

Secondly, my new band is a three piece so I had to start learning/playing the guitar leads for my songs. It’s something I haven’t done in years. The last time I played lead guitar was when I was 19 years old. This, for some reason, was the first song I started with. It’s a sort of weird feeling to be “learning” my own song but that’s what I was doing. I was a little skeptical of the practicality of being a trio but this song put those fears to rest and now I enjoy playing those leads/solos. It brings new life to songs I’ve been playing for years. Also, if you haven’t seen the video and want to see me as a zombie, check it out:

7) No Truth in the Summer

Why this one is on the list: I don’t think anything was more apropos last year than the line “We don’t know where we’re gonna be when the summer ends.” Sure, the song is about a relationship that’s at that moment when you have to make a decision on whether you want to get serious or just call it a day and move on, but still. Like another song on this list, this was also a last second addition to an album. We had 10 songs ready for In My Youth, I’m Getting Old… but it just felt like the narrative wasn’t quite wrapped with the rest of the songs and we needed something to help tie the room together. We had played around with this song in rehearsals but that was about it. After we got the take that ended up on the album (we recorded this album live to tape), I remember our engineer saying he felt this was one of his two favorite songs on the record. After some time, it’s really grown on me and has become one of my favorite to play live.

8) We Are Not Alone

Why this one is on the list: Despite spending the entire quarantine with another person, I still constantly felt so alone. Though I knew so many people who were in the same boat as I was, it didn’t help the with the feeling of isolation I had. Again, the song is about a different time and type of loneliness, but it seemed to help during the darker times of the pandemic when it felt like we would never see the other side of it. But, now that I’ve already gotten my first shot of the vaccine and my wife gets her first (and only, so jealous she’s getting that J&J as I’m terrified of needles…) shot this week, it’s feels as if there’s finally some hope that we’re through the worst of this. I can’t wait to get back in front of people again and feel like I don’t have to be worried they might kill me or I might kill them just by talking with them. Anyway, this one was a good reminder that even when we feel so fucking alone, there’s always someone out there who knows exactly how we feel and we’re not really alone in the world. I needed a reminder of that. Also, I needed to remember that I love to make non-Rock ‘n’ Roll music too. I still remember when I first bought my synth and just kept staring at it wondering how the hell to make it work. Now, I love playing around with its seemingly infinite possibilities. Most of the time I love the simplicity of guitars, drums and bass, but sometimes I love dense soundscapes full of alternating melodies and counter melodies and noise. I’m glad I get to do both.

So, there you have it. Those are the songs that I have been coming back to over the past year. I hope you enjoyed this little peak behind the curtain of my brain and thoughts. And if not, you’re probably not reading this right now because you were like “fuck this, this shit is boring as fuck. I’m out.” So if you’re reading this, thanks for reading and I’ll talk with you again soon. Well, write to you. It’s not really a dialogue, though if you want to get involved leave a comment below or via Instagram (link at bottom of page or search @bradleywikmusic) as that’s the social media I actually check from time to time. Until next time…

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Good times... Not now, but here's some shit from back in the day

So, coffee was a bad decision.  Was coincidental that it helped for a few days.  Not a long-term strategy.  Turns out I needed to return to my more "natural strategies."  Anyways, I went to a chiropractor who worked on my "cranial imbalance," whatever that means.  But, it did help significantly with my ear.  Not sure how, but she definitely knows her shit.  I'm compressed in areas she says aren't good and that can be improved.  God, I wish I understood this better and felt confident that I wasn't getting ripped off but I do feel better, so I have that going for me, which is nice...

 

Seeing as I still don't feel great (going on 3 months of this shit, but even I'm sick of hearing/reading myself talk about this bullshit Meniere's shit), I'm going to repost an old blog from back in the day...  Enjoy as I'm struggling quite a bit.  I'm pissed off and my Asperger's is not fucking making this easier.  All I want to do is figure this out and fix it, but I can't do a goddamn thing...  It's infuriating.

 

Outside of Meniere's and Asperger's, I recently did my taxes for last year and that made me sadface.  Wish that I knew how to make more money at this shit than I currently do, but such is the life of an independent musician.  I pay rent and have money for food, so I shouldn't complain too much, but I still do.  Fuck it, I get to hate myself if I want to, that's my right.  There's nothing more depressing than quantifying your artistic pursuits while presenting it to the government so they can give you some back because you don't make what they deem enough for someone of your stature.  Sadface again...

 

Anyways, here you go, Bradley from back in the day (aka a few years ago):

 

This Old House and various other amusing things…

 

            So, I was initially going to try and make a slightly less angry and much more thoughtful blog, but that got sidetracked right off the bat.  This morning, right as I was ready to leave for band rehearsal, I had to poop.  Normally, I would squeeze it in and just head out but it felt like one of those “eight thirty in the morning,” “quick and light” shits.  It was not.  I hate being blindsided by my own bodily functions.  It threw my whole morning off kilter.  Now, I was fifteen minutes behind schedule, had to carry my guitar eight blocks in the rain to my car, which some drunken asshole, presumably a fucking Timbers fan, had decided to kick multiple times and put several dents in my drivers side door for which I now have to call the fucking cops about(there was a police officers business card on my window, I don’t know); and, worst of all, I still had not had a cup of coffee.  I currently have a pretty nice headache from my lack of caffeine intake this morning but that’s my problem I guess.  And so is the pooping and the door dents.  Well, not really the dents unless you count living in sort of shitty neighborhood my fault.  But anyway, there goes the less angry and more thoughtful.  I now want to punch a person that I have never met, in the back of the head, Homer-style, for kicking my fucking car and have already mentioned bowel movements.  Hot dog, we’re off and running…  But, on a more positive note, I just found out that the entire series of “Duckman”is on YouTube.  So, peaks and valleys.  Some people go out and have fun with other human beings on a Saturday night.  Others have no money, hate everybody anyways,  sit at home and watch “Duckman.”  I, sadly, and to my girlfriends dismay, fall into the latter category…

 

            What I wanted to talk about, before the unexpectedly large shit and the door dents, was memories.  Specifically, their subjective nature and the romance that we, as imperfect humans, project onto them.  So, where might a thought like that come from?  Well, if you’ll be patient, I’ll tell you.  Last night, I was getting drunk and playing guitar(one of my favorite hobbies) and started playing some songs I haven’t played in a while.  Songs that I had written that never really made the cut or songs that the band hasn’t played in a while; which is most of them.  BWC(Bradley Wik and the Charlatans, for the uninformed) has been busy getting ready to record our second full-length album, tweaking and obsessing over the same twelve or so songs for the past two or three months.  It’s fun…  If you could see my face, it would reveal the necessary Seinfeld-like look intended and widely used for indicating sarcasm.  But, in all seriousness, it isn’t all terrible.  It is kind of fun to see how far you can push a song before it sounds stupid and you throw out all the changes that you just spent six hours pursuing and implementing.  Its all part of the process for people like us.  That is to say, people too neurotic and anal to just leave it alone without first proving that any other way is just terrible(see:  Billy Joel’s alternate, “Reggae” version of “Only the Good Die Young.”  Just thinking about it gives me the shivers).  Basically, that’s been our band rehearsals for a while now.  And, because of that, we haven’t played hardly any of the old songs in a long time.  So, I dusted some of them off last night and played “This Old House” for the first time in months.  I forgot how good of a song it was.  Man, I’m so fucking talented.  So wise and full of insight as well.  I was so taken aback with myself that when I finished, I paused for a moment of reflection.  You want to know the first thought that popped into my head?  Probably not, but I’ll tell you.  I immediately thought of that episode of Wings, also entitled “This Old House,” where Brian and Joe find out that the house they grew up in is about to be demolished.   They go through the myriad of emotions that a lot of us do when confronting a large block of memories all at once.  It’s a really good episode.  Brian and Joe’s first reaction is to be angry that the house is being torn down, regardless of the fact that the soil around it is eroding and soon the house will plunge into the ocean.  Their next thoughts are of all the good times and happy memories they shared there.  They, along with Helen, their childhood friend, decide to take a cooler of beer and head to the house to reminisce and pay their final respects.  After a few beers and some good memories, the boys head upstairs to their childhood room.  Within a few minutes of talking about how much they love and miss the old place, they quickly realize that they also had a lot of terrible memories at the house as well.  From trying to sleep through parental arguments to the eventual divorce of their mom and dad and so on and so forth, they slowly see that they also hate this place.  They then decide to start the demolition of the old house on their own.  The cathartic smashing of the house allows them to keep only the memories they want to and let the rest fall into the sea with the decrepit, abandoned house.  But the joke is on the Hacketts because Fay, unbeknownst to Brian and Joe, and clearly for our amusement as the watcher, has convinced the historical society that the house be preserved as a landmark, forcing them to deal with their anger towards it and all the bad memories it encompasses.  That’s a lot of bang for your buck in a scant twenty or so minutes of network television. 

 

On a personal note, it was not even one year ago, so it’s still quite fresh in my mind, that the bank repossessed the house that I grew up in from my mom.  I have to say, I went through the same series of emotions as the Hacketts.  The anger, the fond reminiscing and eventually wanting to destroy the house with my  own hands.  Unfortunately, I did not get the pleasure of smashing the house to bits nor do I have the satisfaction of knowing that it will soon fall into the sea.   The hardest part of going back to the house was knowing that it would be the last time that I would.  It’s nice to be able to keep those chapters of your life open because sometimes you need the comfort of nostalgia and the remembrance of simpler times.  I lost that.  And I miss it.  I really do.  And, since the house still stands, whenever I go back to visit Wisconsin I see it; and I still remember all the bad stuff.  When I was going through all the old shit that I had left there, I found a bunch of old notebooks wherein I had written terrible song after terrible song, from when I was still trying to figure out how to write a song that wasn’t a total piece of shit.  Needless to say, almost every song was a complete failure on that end.  There are only a few songs that I wrote in High School that aren’t completely unlistenable.  But, as I flipped through the pages, I noticed how much sixteen to eighteen year old Bradley hated living in the tiny, redneck town he grew up in.  The anger, the depression and so on was hard to read.  I wanted it all to disappear.  I wanted to remember it differently.  I might’ve thrown out all those old notebooks, but the house is still there as a reminder of it all.  Slowly, as an adult, I have begun to accept and appreciate the childhood that I had.  After all, a lot of kids aren’t allowed to spend entire days going wherever they want, doing whatever they want with no adult supervision.  We left the house in the morning and didn’t come home until supper and then went back out til the streetlights came on.  Not too many of the people I know now were afforded the same luxury as kids.  The places they grew up didn’t allow for that.  So I got that going for me, which is nice.  Hopefully, one day I’ll be able to reconcile the bad with the good and realize I quite enjoyed my childhood.  Or, at the very least, call it a wash.  I don’t know, however, if I’ll ever be okay with my teenage years.  But, then again, who is…  Also, since we’re on the topic of going back to the shitty towns we grew up in, I recently re-watched “Young Adult” and somehow, as if by magic, I have some pertinent thoughts on that as well.  God, it’s weird how this shit comes together…  I must be a fucking genius or something…  On a side note, I’ve realized there are actually three types of people in the world:  those who go out and have fun with other human beings on a Saturday night, those who have no money, hate everybody anyways,  sit at home and watch “Duckman,” AND those who have no money, hate everybody anyways, sit at home and learn how to play “All for Leyna” between episodes of “Duckman.”  I, sadly, and to my girlfriends dismay, fall into the latter of the latter categories…  The last one…  If you couldn’t tell, I’m going through a bit of a Billy Joel phase…  Anyways, Young Adult…

 

This is a very strange subject for me.  There are a lot of conflicting emotions and thought processes happening all at once.  Most of the time, I’m not quite sure how to feel about it.  There’s a lot going on.  But let’s see if we can sort it out.  First off, there’s my fairly intense hatred of Diablo Cody.  I watched Juno for the sole purpose of being able to make fun of it and the people who like it.  People always like to throw it back in your face if you haven’t actually seen the movie.  I always hear “How can you hate it if you haven’t even seen it?”  Which, is dumb.  I know what I like and what I hate by now.  I’ve refined my Tick-like abilities to sense this shit as it happens.  Also, I wonder why whenever I think of an annoying person they always have a Long Island accent.  “When is Jerry going to see the baby…”  Anyways, with Juno sucking so much, I was unsure of how to proceed with Young Adult.  I liked the blurb on Netflix.  It sounded like a movie I would probably watch.  It was depressing enough.  It was set in the Midwest.  The character was going back to the shit town she grew up in.  And, best of all, it had Charlize Theron in it.  BUT, it was written by Diablo Cody.  So, that was all kind of a wash.  Then, I saw Patton Oswalt was in it and that intrigued me.  Now, I’ve never watched him do his standup, but I have seen him in a number of things that I like and he was always funny.  I’m talking about Reno 911 as the weird, nerdy guy, Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee as the weird, nerdy guy, King of Queens as the weird, nerdy guy…  So, what the hell.  At the very least, if it sucks, and I mean sucks my dead grandfather’s hairy, German nutsack, it’ll at least add to my arsenal of Diablo Cody-themed hatred…

 

 

But, it really wasn’t that bad.  In fact, I might even venture to say it’s pretty good.  Not great, mind you; let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  It made fun of the fake superiority people gain when they leave a small town for a big city.  It poked fun at the notion that those people still living there would have to be miserable while everyone who got out is so much happier; which is also not true.  Most people who leave places for other places seeking happiness are doomed to fail.  Happiness is not a place, nor can it be found in one.  Now, to be sure, this rule does not apply to people who are being discriminated against, in shitty towns across this great country.  Like where I’m from, that would be a gay person or anyone whose skin is not white.  In that case, leaving is definitely the right move and they will certainly be happier almost anywhere else.  But the happiness that most people crave, when they leave a place in search of it, is usually a happiness that they have denied themselves.  I’ve found this out the hard way.  I’ve put my theoretical “happiness” in a “lock box” where the only way in is the loosely-defined “musical success.”  It’s tortured me for years.  I’m slowly, again, as I get older, beginning to reconcile this with my actual life and what’s happening to me.  Believe it or not, I’ve actually become less bitter and angry over the years.  My girlfriend has a lot to do with that.  I’ve found a lot of lost happiness in her and the way she makes me feel about me.  It’s nice.  Hopefully, someday, that will be all happiness that I need…  Whew, and all this from a Diablo Cody-penned flick.  Who would have thought?  But the major takeaway from the film was that hardly any truly shitty people get what’s coming to them.  Even after Charlize Theron’s character was terrible to everyone that she came in contact with and was beaten down and hating herself, as she should, Charlize’s character still gets an esteem boost from Patton’s character’s sister.  Patton’s character’s sister tells Charlize’s character that she is a good person and that they sort of idolize her back in the shit town; and Charlize’s character gets to not hate herself as much as she should.  Which is, oftentimes, the way things work out in real life.  It’s bullshit and I should really pay more attention to character names in movies…  Also, I really want to punch the asshole who kicked my car in the back of the head.  I’m kind of obsessed with that.  Oh, right, I’m less angry and shit.  This is my “less angry” and “more thoughtful” blog. 

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No more Olympics... aka no more excuses not to do "music business shit"

Well, the STUPID ASS WINTER OLYMPICS are finally over...  So, we have that going for us, which is nice.  At least for weirdos like me, who enjoy PROFANITY-LACED, DRUNKEN TIRADES ABOUT WOMEN'S FIGURE SKATING.  Yep, same link muthafuckers!  I'm still livid about that but my girlfriend has decided she doesn't want to hear me say "Medvedeva" anymore.  And, since she's much smarter than I am, and prettier, I'll oblige her because she's probably right that I'm borderline losing it over the Olympics I didn't even want to watch but was tricked into it when SHE, not me, started watching women's figure skating.  And I still can't believe what Mirai Nagasu and her bullshit, millennial, lazy, scared, SHITTY COMMENTS AFTER SHE LOST.  I don't give a fuck if SHE APOLOGIZED LATER.  Doesn't mean a goddamn thing.  I would have put her on a goddamn plane and sent her back if she didn't care enough to try.  So disrespectful of her coaches, teammates, competitors who worked their fucking asses off so they could compete with someone who cares more about a warm shower than representing herself and her country.  And don't even get me started on Tara Lipinski and her bullshit gold medal...  Thanks for not getting me started...  (sorry this is what my poor girlfriend has endured for like four days now...)

 

What I really wanted to mention was how hard it can be for a creative with Asperger's to get excited and motivated about doing shitty, boring music business things instead of trying to write my new favorite song or the best lyric or best hook or best guitar riff or best Moog sound or best anything other than doing bullshit-ass boring-as-fuck shit that "should be doing."   One of the perks about having money (not a lot but more than enough to waste on music and still be able to drink decent bourbon and get to eat a fucking cheese plate with a bottle of wine when we so desire) is that you can pay people to do the boring shit for you.  Only they never do it as good as you could have or as thoroughly or with as much passion or with as much tenacity or, fuck, I wish everyone cared about my shit as much as I do.  I can't do it all.  I tried.  It nearly killed me...

 

Five years ago, I self-financed MY DEBUT ALBUM "Burn What You Can, Bury the Rest..." (click and scroll halfway down to listen or CLICK HERE AND FUCKING BUY THIS SHIT, you won't regret it).  The band was fairly new and we hadn't yet discovered just how goddamn dysfunctional we were.  Fuck, were we in for a shit-storm like I never expected...

 

Good thing that happened during the making of my debut album:  I met my future girlfriend, as she sang on "This Old House" and "I am not Afraid."

 

Bad thing that happened during the making of my debut album:  every other muthafucking thing that happened during the making of my debut album...

 

Some Highlights:

 

- Our producer/engineer (and us) got wrecked during the making of the final mixes on Woodford Reserve and good weed because of a bad breakup he'd had (our "discussion" over the use or non-use, I won, non-use it was, of auto-tune notwithstanding.  Don't care if it's standard these days).  To be fair, the producer/engineer of "Burn What You Can, Bury the Rest..." is the best music partner I've ever worked with.  He made us and that record infinitely better than we (probably) were and even sang on "She Will Never Return to Me," in addition to playing organ on several other tunes.  He also supported my ban of our drummer from the studio over a background vocal dispute.

 

- Hearing Brianne Kathleen sing for the first time, on my record...  Figured we could just mix it low or cut a bunch out if she sucked but the opposite proved to be true.

 

- Hearing the "Just Like Jon Fickes" mix for the first time.  Fun fact:  I was so nervous about this song not living up to the sounds in my head that I had a panic attack, then self-sabotaged and drank all morning then had a second panic attack and passed out, missing the mixing session for this tune.  When I finally showed up to the studio, it was already done and I just got to hear it for the first time out of my head (even when we played it live, it was different and more majestic in my head).  It was wonderful and mystical and sounded more like my dream version than any other song I've recorded, maybe ever.  I'm glad I wasn't there to screw up the mix...

 

Some Lowlights:

 

- Banning our drummer from the studio for his petulance over not singing a backup part Brianne CLEARLY sang 1000x better than him.  Then, firing the drummer (and the guitar player quitting as a result, they're longtime friends) over disputes (fucking screaming matches) about the mixes, album title, the "Just Like Jon Fickes" song title, Brianne's vocals, the track order, what songs made the final cut and just about every other goddamn decision I made surrounding the album.

 

- Having to sell everything I owned apart from a free couch and a free bed, my guitars and my boots.  I have a lifelong distaste for "Madmen" after season 3 because I had to sell all the DVD's before I even got to watch them...  It's hard for millennials but I spent a year or two (who can remember?  COCAINE IS A HELL OF A DRUG) without a computer or TV.

 

- Firing my bass player for trying to create the album art without me, trying to hijack and control the publicist and her message, and basically trying to kick ME out of BRADLEY WIK and the Charlatans since his coke-addled mind knew better than me about how we should display and promote MY album...  Good times...

 

But, I did have the pleasure of playing "The Dark Lovely" for songwriter Jon Fickes at a show up in Seattle and getting to see him tear up a bit with pride and gratitude towards my love of his music.  Karl's drums got stolen from his car parked outside the show (he wasn't even playing due to a mishap on a backflip during his Seahawks marching band gig).  But, Jon's new album "Closer to a Ghost", under the band name A View of Earth From the Moon, is fantastic and I just got to see him on his tour ending show in Cottage Grove, OR last night.  Yes, I'm still fucking tired from the 2+ hour drive there, and back, and the 3 or so hours of sleep I got (the 4+ bourbons/drinks didn't help either.  4 is Favre's number and so that's my number, 4 + or -, a gentleman never tells...).  And, we did make good money on the ensuing tours, album sales, digital sales, etc. so I can't complain too much, until we decided to make another record......  (yes, that ellipsis had an ellipsis as that shit is far too fucked up and long to go into tonight)  I thought the making of the first record was rough, but I had no idea.  Seriously, no idea...

 

But, I learned a fuckload making "Burn What You Can, Bury the Rest..." and I wouldn't trade it for anything...

 

(dictated but not read.  I'm tired muthafucker...)

 

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