About Me : White House Artist, Actor, Sculptor, teacher, singer, songwriter, poet, over 830 songs and 4,000 poems so far. I manage two Dodge ball leagues, play volleyball, roller skate like a madman, and I have chased fame and have actually snagged its coat tails a few times. I do voiceovers for T.V. and radio commercials, and theatre as well. I am looking for a co-writer to polish the music on my works...or anyone who needs tried and true lyrics. There are far greater depths where one's soul often sinks, when the brain cells all starve and can no longer think, where a writer too often is left on the brink, to abandon the task and be gone in a blink. Coining phrases and yet never gaining coined praise, penning unpublished works till the end of thier days, where their reach exceeds any success they willl grasp, yet they'll still sing unheard songs with their dying gasp. The music that calls them to capture its beauty, is often illusion bidding them to their duty to pen masterpieces in which they truly believe, which the masses of listeners simply fail to percieve. To work and re-work a song till is is beaten always looking for some hook or note that will sweeten, the hit that becomes just a smack in the face, till their muse comes around with new songs to embrace. I know, I have walked down despairs darkest alleys, my dreams dwell in cardboard boxes where failures are tallied homeless wraithes near the back doors of studio rejections, scarred in red ink that tattoos their great imperfections. The first one hundred songs that you write, truth be told are just practice, mostly efforts that will never be sold, oh, so many good songwriters fail to control, all their screams, meant as whispers that pour from their soul. But my muse is a demon, a cruel workaholic, and I'll not be a free man till I craft what's bucolic, in the ears of producers seeking something that rocks as I fail each exam in their schools of hard knocks. So it's back to the sound boards and my faithful guitar, like a miner seeking gold with only dust in his jar, till the right combination brings sensations in song, where each note is important,and nothing's played worng then I'll reach that bright stage where I truly belong. ArtWhimsically Yours studio MFB III Productions-(c)-2012
Music is a wailing from the innermost chambers of one's soul echoing ever outward to all who are around you and who hear your deepest feelings expressed. It is a burst of joy, a bubble floating in view of all, holding the essence of your dreams until it either goes POP and sails up the charts or vanishes for all of time. It comes from your muse a slavemaster who drives you to create more and more, but his voracious appetite is never filled. It gives me peace in a world of chaos, it tells my story to others who have lived the same lyrics. It stores my memories of loves and failures and successes so that I can always go back and listen and learn.... as do my listeners who also live vicariously through my work.
To reach the common folk who enjoy the simplicity of a guitar and a vocalist creating musical art. To attract millions of listeners, not so much for them to buy my song...or to make me famous but to remember each haunting lyric and melody for all of their days. True glory comes in simply being remembered for a song by the masses.
I would lobby for the right of the American people or people of any nation to fire any leader who is not doiung their job, satisfactorily, and immediate firing and a hunt for a worthy replacement. Perhaps then some levels of sanity and peace could be achieved. We seem to always elect insuffucient and often power hungry buffoons. we need the immdiate power to remove them if they are.
An obscure song to most that is titled..."The Ash Grove." when over its branches the sunlight is peeking a host of kimnd faces are gazing at me........ Chorus: The friends of my childhood again are before me each step wakes a memory as freely i roam, with soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o'r me the ash grove the ash grove alone is my home.
Led Zeppelin, Simon and Garfunkel, the Beatles, the Stones. Peter, Paul and Mary. bruce springsteen, Janis Joplin ....the list is endless.
My muse, my joys, loves and sorrows. A warm breeze, a tantalizing kiss, a tragedy, a giggle in my ear, a sweet smile ffrom a girl I'll never know. he horrendous cost of war, a single word in a dictionary that I blindly pick out. God above and sadly sometimes the demons below. The sheer joy of life and the emptiness eternally of death.
A story that draws the listener in and holds them captive till the end, A cleverness of words, play on words or intricate rhyme or breeathtaking beauty. Some form of hope to those who have none, some hint of love to the lonely, some vision of just how wonderful our short existence is.
Like a God in a costume of human flesh, horribly inadequate but convincing enough to fool the audience. and blessed for al lthe talent that got me in front of thousands of listeners in my life, on T.V. radio, and the stage.
There are ten million or more musicans out there trying to make it with thier songs but they are in a massive line of ten million songwriters out there trying to make it. the reality is that you may never be heard at all by the right people who could see to it that you are heard. It is vicious market unless you are filthy rich, but i don;t believethat money makes good music. there has to be talent and sadly there is not a lot of talent in the marketplace just hype and promo.
A great place to be heard by others who are also trying to be heard. But comments are the glue that holds the sanity of each musician together, without feedback we starve. You provide a place to dine. and feast on what others serve up to you in sound bites and delicious tidbits of comments. You in turn must help feed the drooling drooble masses, who far too often grow anorexic because of the sheer numbers of overfed charttoppers who deserve to be overfed, but hrere is always room for more. Bone Appetit!
criticism because I do Not spend hundred or thousands of dollars creating demos that never have much of a chance to be heard in todays market. Just a gutiar and my vocals and a good story or love song or song of tragedy to make others thiunk and hum along and enjoyt the moods set. The odds of me ever making it that way are spelled out in the Musicians reality statement i made above.
Always, I go to gigs and see local bands and i promote them if they are superb to all of my firends and strangers as well.
Always reply to a comment form a listener, you are not big enough to ignore that and if you do you will never be big enough.
Me!! How do you do.