August

August: Summer's downshift.

It may still be hot, but the "Summer" is over.

It's a bit of a sad time. A time to remember loss. A time to recognize death as part of this life. To note the decay in the wobble of the spinning top. 

 

Back To Work

I'd like to announce that I'm in preparation to go back to the studio to record, what I am now calling, the Water - EP. 

There will be some other fun stuff to go along with this, and there will be more info on that later.

 

Last night I dreamed of Sam. 

We were at my mom's house. It was night time. We started having small talk with each other as we were walking out side to go smoke a cigarette.

In the moment I realized that he had been dead, and I hadn't seen in a long time. We hugged each other abruptly and tightly.

We released each other from our embrace.  I asked him if he was sleeping over at Mom's. He said he was sleeping at Vicky's.

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Interview with The Painter

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At the beginning of the year, I got to meet an amazing artist: The Painter. We totally hit it off in this interview from Local Houston Music. The most exciting part about this is that The ETX Rocks Show syndicated it to all of their listeners. I hope you enjoy the interview and The Painter's Music. 

Check out Local Houston Music for more information on other artists in the Houston area.

Psalm 10

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ədˈmäniSH/verb

  1. warn or reprimand someone firmly."she admonished me for appearing at breakfast unshaven"synonyms:reprimand, rebuke, scold, reprove, reproach, upbraid, chastise, chide, berate, criticize, take to task, read the riot act to, rake/haul over the coals; More
    • advise or urge (someone) earnestly."she admonished him to drink no more than one glass of wine"synonyms:advise, recommend, counsel, urge, exhort, bid, enjoin; More
    • archaicwarn (someone) of something to be avoided."he admonished the people against the evil of such practices"
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Dream Sequence; Leather Jacket & Red Shirt

Last night I saw my brother. 

I'm not sure who's house we were at, but it was styled like a middle aged person would keep their home in the 90's. It wasn't the 90's.

He came downstairs and was standing in the kitchen in front of a window. The sun was bright behind him; it was what seemed to be 11:30 or Noon. His wife had just bought him a black leather jacket. She was to my right. She gave it to him. He started to put it on, and the jacket looked like it might be too small for him. As he stretched it across his shoulders it seemed to fit him perfect. 

"It would look really good with a red t-shirt," I told him. Then I realized that he was wearing a red t-shirt. He stood there in front of me as the red of his shirt became clear. There was a white print on it. He had blue jeans on as well. 

I started to explain to him how red looks good to all of us because of how apples are red, and he started to finish my sentence and continued in the conversation and the idea of how humans are predisposed to like red. Our eye contact was long and intentional.

I told him that I wanted to take a picture of him, so I pulled out my Fujifilm Wide Instax camera. Something was wrong with the camera and I had to pull the film cartridge out. There was a picture jammed in the cartridge that seemed like it was taken with a cracked/kaleidoscopic lens. The image had an offset center and red and slotted patterns. It was somewhat like a fractile. 

Once the camera was ready, I found I only had one shot left in it. He moved over to the left of where he was standing against a yellow wall in soft white light. He looked really good. My sister came into the shot as if she was going to sneak into the image holding up a peace sign. I immediately got angry with her and anxious because I would only have one opportunity to take the picture, and because I knew I was about to wake up, and that he would be gone. 

Recording: One more down for the first time

I just left the studio in Huntsville. I hired Billy Hillman & Hilltrax Studio to do the engineering again. It is always a pleasure to work with him.  

This time around I took the liberty of a new strategy in recording. In my previous session, my approach would be to record a bulk of 5 to 13 songs in one live track. Today, using the same amount of time, I recorded one song: "Calling Out Your Name".

I layered the piano first and corrected each imperfection as I encountered them. Then came the voice in its own layer atop the keys. Each foul note was rerecorded as I saw fit. It was so great.

Often times, after recording a session, I would have to correct each cringing moment in my head until I was just used to hearing it. Not this time. I feel like for the first time, I was able to walk aways from a recording project and have complete confidence in the product that was created.

Last night I went to an Audrey Assad performance, and I purchased her two records Inheritance & Fortunate Fall. They were my soundtrack to my travels today. Her artistry last night was an inspiration to my work, and I’m thankful for the way the timeline worked out. I almost rescheduled the recording session.


The new never before track, “Calling Out Your Name”, will be available before the end of March ;)

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