A good, productive day has come to an end – we really got a lot of stuff done. Can’t wait to listen to it, and look at it tomorrow – right now it off to bed!
As a reaction to the slow moving music industry, I had an idea.
“Why not record an album, do a photo session for promo-pictures, and shoot a music video and some promotional pictures – all in one day?”
Recording an album in a real studio is great. I love to be able to spend hours and hours on vocals, arrangements and so on – but sometimes you just need to get a move on. Sometimes you can’t recreate that magical first-take – or the way you played a song, when everybody was just sensing what to play, instead of reading carefully written sheet music. Sometimes it can be extremely liberating to just press record – play a song – press stop – and then move on. That way the song gets it’s own life – that way you can listen to it the next day or a year later, and still hear new things that you didn’t know were on there.
I’m not trying to compare the two – they are two different things. And I’m not saying I prefer one over the other – but that being said – I see no reason why the two can’t co-exist.
So – I’m going to try this.
I have a bunch of fantastic friends – and I have shanghaied a few of them to help me. This tuesday we’re going to attempt to record a small album – I’m thinking 6-7 songs – do a photo shoot – shoot a video for a song or two – and do some additional footage. While we do this, I’m going to videoblog – as I usually do – to document what we are doing.
When we’re done, I’m going to release the album for sale online, with little or no post-production, meaning no fiddling around on the computer, pressing numerous buttons etc. – I’m gonna put it straight out there. The video will be edited together quickly – or should I say “by intuition” rather. Same goes for the pictures.
With a lot of luck, some skill and pots and pots of coffee – we’ll get there.
Or rather, I’m trying to get a meeting with a record company to discuss the possibilities for releasing my songs. What I really wanna do is to be able to write songs and perform them live. That’s it.
So, what do you do? I have tried to contact record labels in Copenhagen – labels that I feel have the right musical profile. In my mind, record labels like those make a living from listening to demoes artist send them, and from going out a night, to the clubs where we, the musicians play – and there they scout for talent – like a soccer talent scout goes to the soccer field.
This is a mere figment of my imagination.
I can’t even get a response to my emails and my phone calls. I cannot even get a no. The so called talent scouts are sitting in their offices, praising themselves – patting each others backs because they got a job in the recording industry, and because they have backstage passes to some fashion show tonight. They couldn’t spot good lyrics if the words came out of their noses.
My very close friend – also a musician – told me something very upsetting yesterday. Major labels in The UK and The US will not sign an artist unless they have a complete organization behind them – a manager, an accountant, a booking agency etc. – and furthermore, an insurance company has to be willing to insure the whole album release, with everything it involves… Maybe this is old news to some, but it is definitely the first I have heard of it.
I am petrified.
This means that a singer/songwriter like me, has to establish a full business – with 5-10 employees – just to get a record label to consider signing him/her.
Just thinking the process through, my soul, my creativity has died a thousand times over. I cannot and I wont let men in suits decide whether my songs are good songs. I am proud of my songs and of my skill – and I think that there is an audience for my music.
I write music for me and for you – I write songs because I can’t help it – I have to write. I did not become a musician to be a number on a chart – to be a digit on a budget. I do this because it makes me happy – a guitar, a piano – just humming a melody – can make me smile. All the money in the world will never, ever, be that powerful.
Now, where’s my pen and paper – where’s my coffee and my guitar – I have an album to finish, to release and to perform.
You can’t be the one I want
anymore
you’re taken
You can’t be what I look for
to adore
You’re taken
- and I feel broken
You say that you hold me dear
and when you’re near
I’m not broken
You seem like it is all clear
and that you hear
words not spoken
- and you’re still taken
So can I say that I miss you
when you’re not mine to miss?
Can I say I’d like to kiss you
and write a song like this?
Can I say that when I see you
the sun shines from above
Can I say that I love you
when you’re not mine to love?
Everytime I see your face
I’m in that place
where I first met you
Even when I give you space
most days
I can’t forget you
- and I can’t get you
But can I say that I miss you
when you’re not mine to miss?
Can I say I’d like to kiss you
and write a song like this?
Can I say that when I see you
the sun shines from above
Can I say that I love you
when you’re not mine to love?
Creative people have a tendency to seek approval from corporate people.
A singer/songwriter desperately wants the attention from the man in a suit sitting behind the big desk. The songwriter longs for the suit to pad him on the head, give him a record deal and steal all of the earnings.
What does suits know about good songs? What do they know about creativity and the highs and lows it brings? Why should they be put in the deciding chair?
They couldn’t identify talent or good poetry for their life – so I’ll stop asking them to from now on…
I waste my time in public
’cause I want someone to see me
point his hand in one direction
and show me where to go
See I’m proudly independent
and I’m hardly ever needy
but there are days where I’m a loss
and my confidence is low
Now I hang out at a venue
where hopeless artists sing
And here I learn the virtue
of keeping stuff within
At sunrise I start making coffee
There’s always enough for two
My cabin is solid and cosy
I built it while thinking of you
I bring out my axe from my toolshed
and I spend the day chopping wood
My husky keeps watch ’till the sun’s red
I’m sure that he’d help if he could
I’m gonna build me a nice wooden cabin
with a big fireplace and a view
On the deck there’s a chair that I’ll sit in
and the chair next to mine is for you
At the end of the day I make dinner
Instead of one plate, I make two
The dog bows his head like a sinner
He knows that his feast was for you
I watch the sun set with the husky
I play him a short quiet song
My cabin is simple and dusty
but I hope that you’ll feel you belong
I’m gonna build me a nice wooden cabin
with a big fireplace and a view
On the deck there’s a chair that I’ll sit in
and the chair next to mine is for you
She did! She did!
She looked back at me!
She looked back when she walked away!
Will she? Will she?
Will she come back to me
and bring her stuff and stay?
‘Cause little remains of my cunning plan
the plan to make the girl mine
I’ve straightened the road that leads to my door
It’s flooded with lights and with signs
And I would give this girl all that I own
but she must walk the road alone
She did! She did!
She came back to me!
With nothing in her hands?
She said – she said
that she wasn’t free
Which I’ll never understand…
‘Cause little remains of my cunning plan!?
The plan to make the girl mine!
I’ve straightened the road that leads to mine door
it’s flooded with lights and with signs!!
And I would give this girl all that I own
if she would walk the road alone
Yeah, she has molded at heart from a stone
but she must walk the road alone…
With good intentions I give her
a handful of flowers in bloom
She thanks me, and I see them wither
and I smile – smile and make ready for doom
The cherries I gave her are bitter
The puppy will find its death soon
The poor girl won’t know what hit her
and I smile – smile and make ready for doom
There’s beauty in self destruction
There’s pleasure in tearing things down
Admitting I can’t fight corruption
Accepting that one day I’ll drown
The bricks I have layn this morning
will shatter before we reach noon
The young girls are widows in mourning
and I smile – smile and make ready for doom
The lives that we lead are pointless
but most are immune to gloom
and they are the ones who are mindless
and they smile – smile and make ready for doom
There’s beauty in self destruction
There’s pleasure in tearing things down
Admitting I can’t fight corruption
Accepting that one day we’ll drown
I wrote a song for a girl I once knew
I have known more than one
I put my words where I once were
Will she know they are of her?
I took my clothes, took the stairs, took the road
I felt my senses return
I knew that I still had miles left to walk
Bridges to cross and to burn
And though I have to leave you here
there’s nothing wrong with you, my dear
I need to find the things I fear
I need to leave and disappear
I will leave you tears to cry
but my eyes will stay clear and dry
There will be no “you and I”
’cause I just love the word goodbye
I, there’s so much I don’t know
I, I’m not yes – I am no
I, I’ve got to go
I, ’cause my heart says so
I met a girl on the road I took
When will I ever learn?
I let her claim what she thought would be hers
I felt the numbness return
I lie awake while she sleeps by my side
Oh, how I suffer and yearn
I need to move, need my clothes, need the road
Set it ablaze and let it burn
And though I have to leave you here
there’s nothing wrong with you, my dear
I need to find the things I fear
I need to leave and disappear
I will leave you tears to cry
but my eyes will stay clear and dry
There will be no “you and I”
’cause I just love the word goodbye
I, there’s so much I don’t know
I, I’m not yes – I am no
I, I’ve got to go
I, ’cause my heart says so
First time that I looked
I was bought and sold and hooked
I was laying out a scheme to make you want me
First time you saw me
you were beautiful and free
you were confident and wise and independent
And baby
you keep saying maybe
but I still know that you will we
in bed with me
tonight
And baby
I know that you secretly
fantasize how it would be
on top of me
tonight
Second time I looked
I was boiled and peeled and cooked
but I did not show the signs of my weakness
It all worked perfectly
suddenly you were not free
and your eyes belonged to me, oh so hungry
And baby
you keep saying maybe
but I still know that you will be
in bed with me
tonight
And baby
I know that you secretly
fantasize how it would be
to sit on me
tonight
Third time that I looked
I was sold out, fully booked
I was terrified to see that you were taken
He was on the top
until all came to a stop
when I stole your soul away and left him shaken
‘Cause maybe
you are someone’s baby
but I still know that you will be
in bed with me
tonight
And baby
I know that you secretly
fantasize how it would be
to cheat with me
tonight
Maybe she’s ambitious
She wants to be my muse
Maybe it’s her mission
to dazzle and confuse
Is she really conscious?
There’s havoc in her trail
Is she without conscience
with hidden horns and tail?
She might be the one
She treats me wrong
She might be the one
and she’s always gone
I know I can’t find her and tell her
so I’ll hide what I feel in this song
Maybe I should spell it
how much she means to me
Sing it, say it, yell it
or should I just let be?
Can she take the pressure
or will she run away?
Will she find the treasure
in all the words I say?
She might be the one
She treats me wrong
She might be the one
and she’s always gone
I know I can’t find her and tell her
so I’ll hide what I feel in this song
She’s sitting in the window of her cosy two-room flat
The light is turned down way low, she looks just like a cat
She’s working on a poem, I’m playing my guitar
I cannot wait to show them the couple that we are
Lying in her covers, no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers and she does not want me
I try to play my cards right, not pushy, not too weak
We laugh and cuddle all night – I wish we had all week
She wakes me up at daybreak, she wants my company
And soon she’ll make my heart ache – taste the irony
Lying in her covers, no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers and she does not want me
Standing on her sidewalk, I’m trying to get in
“Can’t we just at least talk?” – past tense can begin
So I picked up a pebble – was that the way to go?
Though no one likes a rebel, my heart said “Throw man, throw!”
Lying in her covers, no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers and she does not want me
She’s lying in her covers – there no place I’d rather be
I wish that we were lovers – I wish she wanted me
I’m leaving the picture you have of me
I’m stepping out of that frame
I won’t be where I used to be
I’ll go by my own true name
‘Cause my boots are worn, but my soles are fresh
I feel reborn in soul and in flesh
I won’t forfeit what lies behind me
I won’t forget, no need to remind me
If I were you, I’d forget who I was
and get to know me again
Come visit me in the land where I’m boss
where I write the verse and refrain
‘Cause my boots are worn, but my soles are fresh
I feel reborn in soul and in flesh
I won’t forfeit what lies behind me
I won’t forget, no need to remind me
Twenty and five is different that twenty
I thought I lived life, I thought I knew plenty
I hope that you’ll bite come with me tonight
and hear what I have to say
Cause try as they might, to turn off my light
I know that I’m here to stay
‘Cause my boots are worn, but my soles are fresh
I feel reborn in soul and in flesh
I won’t forfeit what lies behind me
I won’t forget, no need to remind me
Twenty and five is different that twenty
I thought I lived life, I thought I knew plenty
Compared to then I don’t fit a description
Don’t know where I’ll end, but I know the direction
I was just in the studio recording strings and horns for I Left It at Your Place and Yellow Sign. Just caught at couple of quick videos of the talented musician who helped me out (yeah, I don’t play strings and horns that well, yet).
It might not make that much musical sense right now – because you only hear the string and horn parts – but it’ll all make sense in due time. Trust me!
It’s been sneaking it’s way back into my life. It’s been in here for a while, but it hasn’t really shown itself untill now. It’s not a thing, but a feeling – not a feeling, but a state.
I’m in a leaving state of mind.
Maybe you can tell how far into this state I am, by the length of my beard. The longer the beard – the more hopeless I am. Deep, deep within my traveling plans – my schemes for raking in enough cash to buy an old beaten up motorcycle – my drawings on a map of my route through the African desert…
A friend of mine just watched “Into the Wild”. I did too – before I left last time. Inspirational and kinda scary at the same time. She, my friend, said that the main character reminded her of someone she knew. Who might that be?
I just did a show at Galaksen, Værløse – and I really enjoyed myself. What a great audience and venue! Thank you so much for having us and for paying attention.
Tomorrow I’ll play at Annexet in my hometown Elsinore – looking forward to it!
I have begun writing letters. This is not a new thing in it self – but the twist is that I do not send them. I write them – but I keep them to myself.
Is this weird? Do many people do this?
Have you ever written a letter that you did not send? Yeah, probably. But have you ever written one, with the intent of not sending it?
It’s kind of like writing a journal or a diary – but it is addressed to a specific person… Maybe I’ll send them as a big package someday. “Here you go – a hundred letters for you, that you were never meant to read…”
I would like to thank Jens Unmack and Toldkammeret, Elsinore for having me – and the audience for your attention. It felt great be able to play my songs for you – I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
So – we’re almost halfway through day two of recording I Left It at Your Place and Yellow Sign at Feedback Studios with Stillwalker Productions in Århus, Denmark.
It is really coming together and I feel really confident!
Check out this new music player that I’m testing. It’s on the bottom of the screen in that blue bar… Click it once to hear my songs – and click the small icon in the bottom right corner to pop out the player, so you can listen to my songs while you browse my pages and the rest of the web…
So, in less that a week I will begin to record the first two songs from my forthcoming album. I’m gonna record in an old recording studio in Århus, Denmark – called Feedback Studios.
I’ll put up some behind the scenes footage soon.
Also, I played to gigs last week – both very succesful – and next week I will open for Jens Unmack in my hometown Elsinore. Check out time and place over on the right column…
Peter and I played a show at Nørrebro Bryghus, Copenhagen, Denmark – yesterday. Every show we play just seems more and more right – I really felt a connection to the audience. I hope the feeling is mutual…
So, thank you for coming out yesterday – I hope you liked it!
Maybe she’s ambitious
she wants to be my muse
Maybe it’s her mission
to dazzle and confuse
Is she really conscious
there’s havoc in her trail
Is she without conscience
with hidden horns and tail?
She might be the one – she treats me wrong
She might be the one – and she’s always gone
I know I can’t find her and tell her
So I’ll hide what I feel in this song
Maybe I should spell it
how much she means to me
Sing it, say it, yell it
Or should I just let be?
Can she take the pressure
or will she run away?
Will she find the treasure
in all the words I say?
She might be the one – she treats me wrong
She might be the one – and she’s always gone
I know I can’t find her and tell her
So I’ll hide what I feel in this song
I had hoped that the next song I would publish, would be a happy one – but things turned out differently. I’ll try to write something a bit more cheery soon…
Man of Stone
I should thank you
Now I know what to sing about
I talked to you
You couldn’t even say it out loud
- but I heard it anyway
You told me to smile
It feels wrong, but I will try
After a while
there’s no you in “You and I”
- but I wish that you could stay
In my dreams
So I found out
You’re not where I thought you were
There’s no more doubt
There’s no more hope in here
- but will there be someday?
I can’t stay weak
No heart – no flesh and bone
Next time we speak
I must be the man of stone
- but I wish that you could stay
I had a great time playing at Annexet, in my home town Elsinore, Denmark. First gig after my trip to The US – and I felt like I had something more to give the audience than before. It really feels like I’ve achieved something on my trip…
Can’t wait to play more gigs – next one is in August – in the heart of Nørrebro, Copenhagen. Hopefully I book some more soon.
I will be recording first part of my album within a month or so – so things are starting to happen.
I can’t believe that my trip is almost over. 86 days gone – only two to go.
Come to think about it – it seems like a really long time since I was home in Denmark. I miss my family and my friends a lot. Luckily I have my sister here – which helps.
I’m really enjoying New York – even more than the first time. But still, I can’t wait to sit on the plane in 51 hours. I’m so glad everything has gone well, and that I have only been robbed once.
I have made so many new friends over here – thank you so much for letting me crash on your couches and floors. You know who you are – and you are all welcome to come crash in my castle in Copenhagen.
I bring so many things with me back home. Not physical things – although I have shopped a bit these past days – but a lot of experience and thoughts about my music, my future. I’m ready to record my first solo album, and I’m really confident in my material – I have gotten so much positive response to my songs over here.
So – I’ll keep blogging at home, but maybe not as frequent. And I’ll definitely keep you updated on concerts and my album.
Thank you for following me on my journey – I have really enjoyed sharing it with you.
I played The Bitter End in New York tonight – a 30 minute set. I took the opportunity to play some of the songs I have written during the three months I have been traveling. And they seamed to work:-) Last gig in The US for now – going back to Denmark in a week.
My sister got the concert on camera, so I’ll upload it when I get the chance – now I’m off to bed!
Thanks to the people at The Bitter End and thanks for coming out tonight Suzy!
D.
P.S. Pretty cool to play the same venue as Bob Dylan did in his youth! No comparison, by the way…
I just read the results of Europe Parliament vote back in Denmark – and it turns out that Danish People’s Party (aka. The Bad Guys) have gone from 6.8 % to 14.4 % of the votes. They have gained more than 100 %…
It really makes me sad, because the candidates are, in my eyes, obviously racist and ignorant. It used to be the elderly voting for them, due to their ancient views upon foreigners and race (and ok, their elderly policy) – but as time goes by – as my generation gets older, and the elderly becomes fewer – Danish People’s Party should recieve less and less votes.
This is not the case – and that means that a big part of my generation also votes for them.
But how can this be? How can people – having grown up in the same world as me, the same time period as me – have such an ignorant approach?
It really makes me sad… And what’s even worse is that Denmark is not even the worst country. A lot of countries are way more conservative and, yes, I dare say it – racist.
On the bright side – Socialistic People’s Party (aka. The Good Guys) also had a similar increase – so at least I’m not alone…
Any one up for starting a new country – solar powered, Co2 neutral, relying solely on organic food, no race, no religion, no army – only people?
If you’re ever downtown in San Francisco, feeling hungry – go to Lori’s Diner on Mason – just near Geary.
Good food, good service – and a very retro American diner style. Red vinyl seats and the whole shebang – all at a very reasonable price! I think they make milkshakes too…
I’m sitting at a coffee shop in downtown Portland. I have spent the last couple of days here – mostly being bored… I feel an itch throughout my body – I wanna work, do something creative. I’m ready to record my album and go touring.
Ahead of me lies an 18-hour train ride to San Francisco – the last city I will visit before heading back to NYC in three weeks.
It’s suddently occuring to me that I have been alone for more than two months. Or rather – I have been alone in company of new friends. There’s an amazing freedom and a frightning emptiness in being unknown.
I’m looking forward to come back home – it seems so far away and closer than ever:-) I’m writing a song about it, but it’s not done yet.
I feel like a better musician than ever, which is kinda strange, because I haven’t been able to practice as much as I do at home. Maybe a bit of perspective helps my guitar play, my singing voice and my songwriting… Anyway, whatever it is – I’m all for it.
Come to think about it, I have had my guitar on my back almost every day since I quit my job. There’s no way I’m putting it down again – I won’t be deterred from achieving my goal – not by myself, not by anyone.
I believe in it – but sometimes common “sense” tells me to lower my expectations. But why should I? Why shouldn’t I shoot for the stars – live out the dream in my head, in my heart? Why should I settle for something less – something I don’t want?
If you’re ever in Chicago you should definatly go and see this.
It’s a theater that’s been around for more than twenty years – playing every weekend, 50 weeks a year.
The concept is that a group of eight actors, write new plays every week – and then perform 30 plays in 60 minutes. So the plays are small skits – some really funny, some really profound and deep.
The actors draw the audience into the plays – but don’t worry – you won’t be pulled up there to do something awful.
The theater only houses 150 people in the audience, so you should be there early. The tickets are 9$ plus the roll of a six-sided die – so between 10$ and 15$.
My dad is playing with Dave Swarbrick, the legendary fiddler from The UK on friday in Toldkammeret, Elsinore, DK on friday.
Lars, my dad, will open with his own band – Lars Kjædegaard’s Orchestra.
I am named after Dave – and he’s always been a huge influence musically – so if you’re in the neighbourhood, check it out. I won’t be able to come, as I am on the other side of the world…
Check the link and give yourself an extraordinary musical experience.
Survivor Flip Cup – I was last man stading on my team, so I had to drink and flip seven cups. The other team still had three guys on it, so they only had to drink/flip two, two and three…
New video will be up today – have been resting a bit the past couple of days – I’m an old man now, 25, and I can feel my body ageing…
Just kidding – ran an obstacle course today – or something called a “World Trail” – this old bag of bones can still move!! I actually feel stronger than I have in a long time.
Going for a tour around York City, PA, now – and I’ll show you how it looks. It’s fascinating to live an American life – or try to – very interesting…
I’ll also show you some DIY (do it yourself=gør det selv) projects Rachel and I have begun at her house.
I haven’t had the chance to upload videos the past couple of days – it’s hard to find internet cafes in NYC. I’m leaving tomorrow – going to my friend Rachel’s place in York – just west of Philadelphia.
Getting my laptop tomorrow – my sweet danish friends are bringing it, so from now on it should be a lot easier to update the blog…
Jeg har ikke haft mulighed for at uploade de sidste par dage – min internetcafe er bukket under for krisen – dammit!
Jeg spiller paa The Bitter End i aften – og filmer det!
Forlader NYC paa fredag – er ved at have faaet nok.
“Live in New York City once but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once but leave before it makes you soft”
Taenker meget over hvad “hjem” betyder. Er ved at have det paa plads – feel a song coming…
I packed a bag, I booked a flight
got ready to leave all behind
Didn’t look back, let in no fright
did not leave time to rewind
Said my goodbyes, said “Yeah, I’ll be fine”
believed every word that I said
but behind these brave eyes, this courage of mine
I long for a girl I just met
I think I can hear it rumling
the roar when the plane will start
But it feels like I’m leaving something
I think I’ve forgotten my heart
I took the train, the rails sang her name
Please don’t let this be in vain
Heard it again while boarding the plane
I guess without pain, there’s no gain?
I think I can hear it rumbling
the roar when the plane will start
But it feels like I’m leaving something
I think I’ve forgotten my heart
- wait – I think I’ve forgotten my heart
- wait – I left it at your place.
Found a great place in East Village. Its a hostel with six bed dorms – clean bathrooms, hot water (!!) and breakfeast included! Met a great German guy called Berth – don’t know how to spell it. We’re going to a comedy club tonight – and a Baptist Church on Sunday.
The weather is beautiful – Central Park, here I come!
Got the camera – just need to figure out how to record in a lesser quality, can’t upload too big files here…
It feels strange to have worked towards something for so long – and when it’s finally here, I wan’t to postpone it just a bit.
It’s kinda like going on stage – the ten minutes before is the worst – I just wanna get started, strum the first chord on my guitar – sing the first phrase.
Can’t wait til I have checked in, walked through security – no way back.
The past few months I have been throwing myself into the deep end – no way back – and this is the most radical thing so far.
I had time to think a ton of thoughts today – was trapped in a train for hours.
Having chosen a create path is actually very comprehensive, when I come to think of it. For example, I won’t have a boss to tell me what I do good, and what I do bad. I won’t have to negotiate my salary – it’ll all depend of my product, what I create. It’s a very freeing thought, but also a pretty scary one.
I was in the military a couple of years back – and although I disliked a lot of things, I really liked being evaluated and weighed by authority figures. Strange, but very motivating to have a goal set in stone. A shooting drill, for example, is very easy to measure – who’s good at it, and who’s not. And not that everything has to be a competition between me and everybody else – no, sometimes it’s very healthy to get your bad results in writing. It’s very difficult to run from a bad result, when it has been publicly announced… And when you can’t run from your bad results, you can either accept that you’re not good at that dicipline, or – you can choose not to accept that you’re not good at it – and become better. Practice, practice, practice! Keep going over what you do in your head – keep focusing on it.
Actually – I don’t think it’s something I can freely choose – I think, I’m built for becoming better.
Also – another thought, though totally unrelated – pretty interesting – at least to me:
I was listening to a record by an artist that I know personally, and whom I won’t name. I really don’t like the record – and though it was somewhat painful – it was a learning experience to listen to it over and over again. Everytime I heard it, I found new things that I didn’t like – and when you find something you don’t like, you also find something you like – namely the opposite. Like music that is made with the purpose of making money. I don’t like that. Now you might think that I hate making money off my music – but I don’t. What I mean is – music should not be made with the intention of making money – it should be made because the composer can’t not compose – because the composer would compose it, even if he or she was the only person left in the world. That is what hits me – that is what I believe works in the long run. And sure – some music, made with the intention of making money, is good for dancing and singing along in the car – but it rarely reaches my heart…
I’m tired. Well, not tired – but sleepy. The I’ll-snooze-all-day kind of sleepy. I blame the grey, rainy weather in Denmark.
I really hope to sell my motorbike very soon, so I can go to The US and get a change of scenery.
On the up side – I get more and more positive feedback on the recordings I have made recently, so I’m putting them up on the web for you to listen to them. The “The Music” on the right…
The past week I have been practicing on my guitar – I’d like to be a better guitarist – now!
Even though I can play almost anything I want, given enough time – I’d like to be more fluent in blues scales etc. I have never recieved guitar tutoring and I can feel that now. I feel a lack of theoretical understanding – and I hate not understanding stuff – especially music. SO – I’m back in rehearsal bootcamp. Feels like I’m twelve again…
I find great inspiration in following John Mayers blog – www.johnmayer.com/battlestudies – he’s in the same proces as me right now – with no comparison made. He’s such a talented guitarist, singer and songwriter! Strange how you can feel dwarfed by some elses talent… But I won’t be put off – I’ll use his superior skills as motivation rather than demotivation. On the positive side – his blog looks like mine, and I made mine first – HA!
My father and I talked about getting a place where we can live out our creativity – or at least try to. My father is a writer as main occupation, but also paints and writes music.
As I have written earlier, I have experienced enhanced productivity in the past few weeks – due to the ability to focus (I quit my job) and the ability to record (I set up my home studio at my parents house and later in a summer house). My creativity is very fickle and it can come and go in minutes – maybe this is because I am still rather inexperienced, or maybe this is how it’s going to be. But because it is like this right now, I really need to have a place where I can produce without having to setup and break down gear every time. And again this is a question of resources – money – of which I have very little. So, tricky situation but I’ll manage. I guess I can record every now and then – and hope to optimize my surroundings in time.
I’m in a summer house now. It’s got a beautiful view…
Creativity is a funny thing – when you nurish it, it gets more hungry – and when you want to record it, it hides underneath your bed… I’ll have to lure this one out with patience, naps and red wine!
Alright – I have set up all my instruments at my parents’ house and have begun recording. Two tracks are done so far – and I have been at it for two days – so it’s coming along nicely. The record is going to be very simple, very different from modern music today. Some might think that it sounds incomplete compared to modern productions, but this is the way my music is meant to sound. Simple and original.
The next step is to get the album out there – and that’s a different story. I wish that it could be simple – like – write a song, record it, publish it online, go play gigs around the world -start over – do it all again.
I’m dying to play my music live, so if you’ve got an idea to where I can play – let me know!
For now, I’ll just make a record – for me, for you…
I quit my job – my last day at the office is tomorrow.
I rented out my apartment – my last night in my own bed is tomorrow.
I put my stuff for sale – and I’m giving away the most of my clothes to a refugee camp.
I’m trying to rid myself of things and commitments that are holding me down, as to be able to focus on what’s really important to me – namely the people in my life and my music. I’m going to do some recordings in february and then I’m going travelling. I need to invest in my language and songwriting skills as well as general experience.
How can I relate to the world, if I haven’t experienced it? How can I live in a world, that I cannot relate to?