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Jun
4th
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Rethinking the Music Business

The following is my comment on this article.

The Huffington Posts’s post-comment-to-Tumblr function is pretty dumb — no link back to the original article.

Ben Folds and Haines, in addition to being among my favorite artists, are incredibly savvy entreprene­urs in the constantly shifting digital media economy. As a young recording artist and performer, I always learn from them when they’re quoted in articles like this.

Great read.


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Mar
28th
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I made a playlist for the rest of this month and the next one.
You can download it here.

I made a playlist for the rest of this month and the next one.

You can download it here.


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Mar
20th
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Covered, finally

My birthday was last week. Among other gifts, my parents gave me a long-term disability insurance policy. Sure, it doesn’t pack the punch of a new drum kit, but it’s probably one of the most important and valuable things they could ever provide for me after a safe home and an education.

Today, as Dad was filling out the application with me, he ran through that awful list of questions you always have to answer for insurance stuff:

In the last ten years, have you been treated for or diagnosed with…

…disease of the lungs?

…heart?

…liver?

…diabetes?

…addiction to narcotics?

…cancer?

…leukemia?

…plague?

…crusades?

…inquisition?

At one point, he said what goes without saying: Answering “No” almost all the way down the page makes you feel so lucky to lead just a normal life, and mine is so much better even than that.

Unrelated: Tonight, Ben and I finished recording guitar for two of the five (six?) songs on the EP. It was a breakthrough session, one of the best in a while. With his touch, this project is breathing life into my music like no one’s ever heard.


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Mar
17th
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Today is my birthday. I am 24 years old.
I think I’m doing now exactly what I’ve always hoped I’d be doing at this time in my life.
So that’s good.
Also, thanks to Ben for making that possible. And taking this nice photo.

Today is my birthday. I am 24 years old.

I think I’m doing now exactly what I’ve always hoped I’d be doing at this time in my life.

So that’s good.

Also, thanks to Ben for making that possible. And taking this nice photo.


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Mar
3rd
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Feb
16th
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DREAD

I am clearly a working stiff, as the highlight of this week (after recording with Ben and Hangouts) was going to be going to Khaki HQ today and buying another pair of awesome pants with a 45% off Wednesday coupon AND. AND! the $20 rewards credit they sent me in the mail.

Now the big day is here and I can’t find the $20 credit anywhere.

DAY. IS. RUINED.

How are you?


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Feb
14th
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I apologize for the distortion. Apparently iPhone’s mic is more sensitive than I gave it credit for and I didn’t need it so close to the amps.

Anyway, I wrote this song about my girlfriend, EB, when we started dating four years ago. I love her, she’s great, happy Valentine’s Day.


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Feb
12th
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First studio session was last Monday. Played drums until my ass hurt.

Here’s the third take of “Lucy.”


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Feb
6th
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Whatever amount of time you imagine I spend at home drumming to dance pop is dramatically underestimated.


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Feb
2nd
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I’ve recorded this song once before, but it was a year ago Christmas already and the first time I tried recording a whole kit with one stage vocal mic.

I’ve improved my amateur game since.

So here’s “Lucy.” Ben, get ready, man! Studio time for the real deal starts Monday.

Lyrics:

Lucy, are you all that I can count on?
You pull that ball out when I wind up.
It’s like you’re trying to show me Jesus
But your ways are too mysterious.

Just when it looks like I’ve figured it out,
You put that football on the mound.
Next thing I know, I’m on the ground,
Looking up at you.

I think I met you back in high school.
I know you followed when I left you
For Chicago!
(Where you put me in the hospital.)

And when I came home this year,
Everything was perfect.
I guess by now I should expect it:
A wedding a car wreck.

So now I’ve got what I’ve always wanted:
A killer band a little hottie.
Yeah, my life, it’s a party;
Now whatcha gonna do to me?

So pardon me if I’m a little guarded.
I live in fear of an evil goddess.
Yeah, what’s she gonna do to me?


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