Mike’s Musical Monday – I’ll Get You

Oh yeah. Oh yeah
Oh yeah. Oh yeah
Imagine I’m in love with you
It’s easy, ’cause I know
I’ve imagined I’m in love with you
So many, many, many times before
It’s not like me to pretend
But I’ll get you, I’ll get you in the end
Yes I will. I’ll get you in the end
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

I think about you night and day
I need you and it’s true
When I think about you I can say
I’m never, never, never, never blue
So I’m telling you my friend
That I’ll get you. I’ll get you in the end
Yes I will. I’ll get you in the end
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Well, there’s gonna be a time
When I’m gonna change your mind
So you might as well resign yourself to me
Oh yeah

Imagine I’m in love with you
It’s easy, ’cause I know
I’ve imagined I’m in love with you
So many, many, many times before
It’s not like me to pretend
But I’ll get you, I’ll get you in the end
Yes I will. I’ll get you in the end
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.

Flash Fiction Friday – The Time I Died


   

Art by Ryan Kohler


Did I ever tell you about the time I died? It sounds dramatic but it was really no big deal. My heart exploded, more or less, just like I always knew it would. My doctor once told me I had an enlarged heart, like there was something wrong with that. Sure I had a big heart. Everybody knew that about me. Big heart, sure.
I’ve known for a long time that there was something wrong with my heart. Sometimes if I took a deep breath it was like somebody stuck an ice-pick in my chest. So I stopped taking deep breaths. Also, it started going soft just when it should have been getting harder. My heart found endearing traits in places it had no business finding them. It laid itself down in the middle of my life and didn’t give a shit who saw the love spurting out of it. Making a mess everywhere. It put me in some very difficult predicaments.


 

When it blew it was like the sun exploded in the middle of my chest. I felt like I was underwater. I couldn’t breathe really, or see. It was like my body was imploding and, God as my witness, it was better than the greatest orgasm I ever had.
Death is overrated too. Like just about everything. You know what isn’t overrated? Love. That’s the only thing. And, as corny as it might sound, it turns out it’s all you need.

Falling Through The Cracks

To be a musician today, for the vast majority of us anyway, is to make music for one very simple reason: for the love of it. Because even though everyone wants content, nobody wants to pay for it. The people who make the devices – the iPods, phones, computers and tablets – have zero interest in the compensation of the people creating the content without which they would be trying to sell empty black screens. Radio (terrestrial anyway) has no interest in showcasing new talent. And bars don’t feel the need to pay bands to play to their patrons. Instead, they expect bands to promote themselves to fans willing to pay an admission to see them. As often as not the venues keep their stage separate from the free area of the bar to insure that nobody accidentally hears new music they might like.
So what do you do if you’re a musician? You set up Facebook, Twitter, ReverbNation, Tumblr, Instagram and MySpace accounts to spread the word. You set up a CDBaby account to distribute the music in hopes people will hear it. And people do hear it. Some guy in Spain, or some woman in Japan or Australia, might stumble across it while doing a search that matches one of your song titles. And if they like that kind of music, and are intrigued, they might download some of your stuff. Maybe play it in their home or car, and their friends or strangers might also hear and enjoy it. That’s the dream anyway.

I’ve been lucky enough to meet a couple of such dreamers who have fallen through the cracks of the “music industry.” They both are searchers for beauty, whatever that term means to them, and what’s the point of having a blog if it’s not to shine a light on such things?

Andy Mullen & Anita Maj. Mullen & Maj. Sounds like an old comedy team. It’s not. It’s a pair of talented independent musicians making wonderful music that has fallen through the cracks of the industry. I only know about these people’s music because I’ve met them. One was a teacher at my son’s middle school and the other is the cousin of a close friend.

Andy’s music veers easily between an acoustic folk/country sound and something more electric/rock. He uses a lot of humor in his songwriting which can obscure the dedication to craft, in both his writing and playing. His humor isn’t the broad parody of a Weird Al Yankovic or Allan Sherman but the sly confidence of a Randy Newman, Roger Miller or Loudon Wainwright III. His voice sounds like an old friend’s in your ear.

Anita writes and plays with a joy that masks the hard work behind her music. Her sound isn’t that far from my old band Late Model Humans in that it’s chasing power pop perfection with an emphasis on electric guitars and vocals. Her melodies and arrangements disarm with their apparent simplicity but there is more there than meets the ear. I’ve listened to her music quite a lot and it always sounds fresh. That’s not an easy accomplishment.
Whenever a song from either of them comes up in my mix I’m glad of it. If you’re drawn to either or both of them you should download some of their music. I’m pretty sure you’ll be glad you did.

Mike’s Musical Monday – Wouldn’t It Be Funny?


One of my favorite songwriters of all time is someone very close to me. I have the good luck to know a number of really good songwriters, including bandmates over the years such as Mstt Kennon, RickMyers and Todd Elder, and friends and acquaintances such as Andy Mullen and Anita Maj. I’ve even written some songs myself. But the best of the bunch in my opinion is my brother James. This is one of his most recent compositions: Wouldn’t It Be Funny?
 
You wrote a book about a fisherman, honey
I wrote a song about a fish
Neither one made us money but they brought us happiness
Wouldn’t it be funny if we were in love?
You took a boat ‘cross The River Jordan
I lived in Jordan, Tennessee
No, we don’t have much in common, you and me
Wouldn’t it be funny if we were in love?
            You’ve been near and far, I’ve wished upon a star
            The first time that I saw you I knew I’d lose my heart
            But the love I had for you was nothing you could use
            All that I could do was write this song
You had a dog that was cute as a button
I had a button of Jerry Lee
You had a laugh to beat the band but a band ain’t enough for me
Wouldn’t it be funny if we were in love?
            You’ve been near and far, I’ve wished upon a star
            The first time that I saw you I knew I’d lose my heart
            But the love I had for you was nothing you could use
            All that I could do was write this song
You were the woman that I dreamed of
I was a dream you never had
Maybe in another lifetime we’ll find happiness
Wouldn’t it be funny if we were in love?
Wouldn’t it be funny if we were in love?

Flash Fiction Friday – Friends




            Excuse me.
            What?
            I said excuse me. I bumped into you.
            Oh. Don’t worry about it.
            But I’m a worrier.
            OK, then worry about it. But do it somewhere else.
            I can’t be somewhere else. I’ve tried but everywhere I go, I’m there.
            Do people ever hit you?
            Hit me?
            Hit you. Punch you in the face or on the shoulder. Or give you a good shove.
            Sometimes they do, yes.
            I’m not surprised. It’s no wonder you’re a worrier.
            Do you want to hit me?
            No, I don’t.
            That’s nice.
            Not really. I think it’s just normal to not want to hit someone.
            I think it’s nice when people don’t want to hit me. You know what else I think is nice?
            No, I don’t.
            I think it’s nice when the somewhere I find myself is neither so close nor so far away from the nearest star as to make the planet uninhabitable.
            Yeah. That is nice.
            And when you can breathe the atmosphere.
            Yup.
            And when you make a new friend.
            I don’t know about that.
            You probably don’t run across too many people like me. I know I don’t.
            I don’t know about that either.
            Look, do you want to go get something to drink?
            Whattaya…what do you have in mind?
            Coffee?
            No.
            Beer?
            Beer?
            It’s an alcoholic beverage.
            Yeah, I know what it is. Sure. Let’s go.