Saturday, April 27, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
"Busking"
I recently came across the term "Busking," meaning street performing!
So, I figured, I have to practice anyway, so why not do it out about about where people can hear me, and possibly make a few bucks and hand out CDs?
Thus, in the coming weekends, you may see me on the streets of Oakland or Berkeley, playing and singing my heart out! In addition to originals, I'll definitely perform classic rock hits and other crowd-pleasing material that I also love to play!
So, I figured, I have to practice anyway, so why not do it out about about where people can hear me, and possibly make a few bucks and hand out CDs?
Thus, in the coming weekends, you may see me on the streets of Oakland or Berkeley, playing and singing my heart out! In addition to originals, I'll definitely perform classic rock hits and other crowd-pleasing material that I also love to play!
Monday, April 8, 2013
The Musician's Fate: Equipment!
Below is a list of all the equipment I need to take to each show, as a solo musician. I need to get me some roadies! (or BART-ies!)
Acoustic
guitar
Electric
guitar + strap
Keyboard
+ power adapter
G
harmonica
Tambourine
Tuner
2
capos
Harmonica
holder
Boss
pedal + power adapter
Mixing
board
Marshall
amp
Mic
stand
2
vocal mics
XLR
cable
3 ¼” cords
Splitter
cord
Power
strip
2-3
extension cords
Monday, April 1, 2013
The Human Project
Here are lyrics to an upcoming song I haven't even recorded yet!
THE HUMAN PROJECT
THE HUMAN PROJECT
I have known truth, gems eternal in my breath
but the fog settles; I forget, we forget.
but the fog settles; I forget, we forget.
If we can’t heal separation, that holy thread,
then take away mind and body, who is left?
14 billion years brings matter alive--
curiosity incarnate, with awe we shine.
But with delicate desire, tears pool heavy inside;
from creator to creature we yearn for the divine.
The shade over our eyes is a blessing in disguise;
the fog is the scaffolding of the human project.
The shade over our eyes is a blessing in disguise;
the fog is the scaffolding of the human project.
Anxiety wrinkles and cracks in the crust;
O if I could only trust!
O if I could only trust!
I want to be whole, like before the universe got ripped.
No longer can I live like this.
No longer can I live like this.
Society pressures the true self to stay hidden.
But if you want heaven, stop forcing it forcing it;
shatter yourself to let the light pierce in,
shatter yourself to let the light pierce in.
You are I are me and we but they are you are we and free but are you. Free…
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