Hear and download my cover of Bloodbuzz Ohio here and here.
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Well, it's been dark here for awhile... maybe the longest stretch of silence since I started this page over seven years ago.
Seven years!
Goodness.
Anyway...
As usual, silence here is related to noise elsewhere: I've been hard at work in nearly every facet of my musical world. And that work is starting to bear fruit. Last week, our new label (Slothtrop) released new Paper Arrows music... a "maxi-single" consisting of three songs: Love Goes On, Light Out, and a cover of The National song Bloodbuzz Ohio.
I'm going to write more extensively about the two originals when Slothtrop releases our EP in September (which will consist of Love Goes On, Light Out, and five other songs) so I thought I would take this post to write a little bit about Bloodbuzz Ohio.
Where to start?
When I signed the deal with Slothtrop in February, we already had four tunes recorded and mixed... which was a great starting point. After considering a couple of different release plans, we settled around the idea of putting out a seven song EP in the summer/fall, preceded by a three song "single" to generate some advance press and radio.
Eric (owner of Slothtrop) was pretty adamant that both the single and EP should contain a different cover tune, something to tie Paper Arrows to larger bands and turn some new ears and eyes our way.
Which presented a slight problem: after going my entire musical career without recording even ONE cover song, I was being pushed to select and track TWO of them.
Obviously I learned and performed other bands' songs for years... check that: decades. Going to back to middle school talent show performances of (gulp) Heaven by Warrant and Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Poison... wait did I just type that? Yes, I did. Heck, my first band was essentially just a Guns N' Roses cover band.
But there's a huge difference between covering something live and committing someone else's song(s) to record. And I initially struggled with both song selection and artistic approach.
I came around to the concept of doing the cover for the single in a spare, stripped down setting, and then ramping up the EP-cover as a full band affair. Which meant ideally I would choose songs that were the opposite, picking something loud to make soft and something soft to make loud.
So I spent about two weeks getting up each day and learning a new song or two... songs from my iTunes library, songs I was teaching to students... random songs I heard on the radio the day before... songs I had wanted to cover for years, songs I had sort-of covered for years... I learned songs by The Flaming Lips, The Blue Nile, Madness, Fine Young Cannibals (not kidding)... Wilco, Sharon van Etten... a whole host of Motown songs... it was fun as heck but also a bit beguiling.
Finally, after numerous trials, I settled on the quiet tune for the EP: Bloodbuzz Ohio by The National. I really like The National and I really like this tune... we saw them open up for Arcade Fire a year or so ago and they were really, really good.
And Bloodbuzz Ohio had a bunch of things going for it...
1) It was a driving rock tune inside of which I found a quiet fingerpicking pattern, so it satisfied the radical reinvention criterion.
2) The National is the type of band with which Paper Arrows would like to be identified.
3) The lyrics fit nicely next to what we do in Paper Arrows... love, loss, longing... it's all there.
4) The voice... Matt Berninger has (in my opinion) a truly singular and remarkable voice. Deep, resonant... unmistakable. He pitches his songs where even lower male rock singers will not (check that: cannot) go. So that meant I was forced to figure out how I could sing it my own way.
And that meant changing the key, lowering it a whole step into the guitar-friendly key of G but then singing the melody an octave higher. And that unlocked the magic.
The key of G presented numerous opportunities for me to re-voice the song, stressing harmonic movement that is (at best) implied in the original. It also put it squarely in the strongest part of my vocal range. High enough to convey tension but low enough to sing with relative ease and gentleness when desired. Truly, a lucky strike born (like most luck) out of a lot of work.
So I started practicing it until... an antibiotic-resistant sinus infection kept me from singing for nearly 4 months.
Talk about torture... I sign the first record contract of my career and then I CAN'T SING. Can't practice. Can't write. Can't record the remaining vocal tracks for the EP, which included committing Bloodbuzz to tape (hard drive).
So I did my best to practice Bloodbuzz, focusing on the guitar parts, visualizing (or whatever the sonic equivalent of visualizing is) the vocals ... and result was that I kept finding different ways to play the song... or rather, I kept finding useful variations. I just couldn't quite figure out how to fit all the variations together into one seamless performance.
But necessity is the mother of invention. And we needed to get the record done.
So a stormy spring evening I braved the run from my north-shore students to I.V. Lab, and we set up to get Bloodbuzz dialed in.
I knew I wanted to replicate a guitar set-up and sound we used for the song Fight on Look Alive... my 1960's Gibson ES-125 through a reverb-saturated isolated amp. Ghostly, mysterious... just right. And mic'ed acoustically to give it a little more punch.
And I also wanted to cut the whole song live, playing and singing at the same time in one take. It just felt like the right way to go.
But the live approach also resulted in a lot of pressure: one mistake and the take is useless. No editing and in this case, no auto-tune.
Good thing I had been able to rehearse so much.
Oh wait.
To make matters even a little more tenuous, my voice was still not fully recovered from my sinus issues. Better to be sure, but still ragged and lacking in stamina. I was not going to be able to sing Bloodbuzz over and over and over... this was going to need to come together pretty quickly.
So we got set and I started in, running through it a couple times to get warmed up and used to the room. From the beginning, we were pleased. The work I had done selecting and pitching the song was paying off and by the second take, we had something usable.
And then on the third take, the magic happened.
Something just clicked and it was like I was following a map in my head... all the variations I had worked on flowed from one to the next in a way that was so perfect it seemed obvious but had never occurred to me before that take.
And my voice was right on the edge of breaking. I let myself go places I hadn't been comfortable with before, took some leaps of faith... and they paid off.
I'm extremely fond of the phrase "The machines love discovery" and when I listen to my version of Bloodbuzz, that's what I hear: I hear myself discovering how to play and sing the song the right way in real time.
And all live, one take, no editing.
I'm on a Bloodbuzz, God I am.
jbg
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
The. End. (When You Left redux)
Listen to When You Left
So it's come to this.
Today I'm writing about When You Left, the last song on Look Alive.
Which means I'm all caught up on old Paper Arrows material.
I was hoping that by the time I finished revisiting our older recordings, we'd have some new recordings to share... but it hasn't worked out that way and our next record won't be out until summer/fall.
About the new record: it's getting there. We (and the record label) have picked a single to push out in advance of the full EP, and the main hold up has been my two month-plus battle with sinus problems, which has rendered me largely voiceless... not a good situation when about 75% of what is still needed to finish the record is vocal-related. So it's been frustrating. But I think I have the problems solved and we'll soon be on our way to finishing what is shaping up into something I'm very excited for people to hear.
The title of the new EP will most likely be taken from a lyric in a song on Look Alive. Which seems a bit odd, but in a way, we're starting over with this new recording. The first three albums tell a complete story (Loss, Recovery, Redemption) and in ways thematic (what comes after redemption?) and practical (new record label) we're at another beginning of sorts.
Blah blah blah.
Maybe I'm going on about the new recording because I don't have a ton to say about When You Left?
It is the quietest and shortest song I've ever written and recorded.
Look Alive was originally called When You Left, because, you know, I needed to gild the loss lilly.
I actually remember very, very clearly writing this one. It was the last song written for the project, and we had already begun tracking most of the other songs.
The first Friday in November of 2006, as was my custom on the first Friday of most months, I went to the Baker & McKenzie Happy Hour on the 39th floor of the Prudential Building. The lobby area on the 39th floor features a beautiful unobstructed view south over Grant Park. Truly fantastic. If you look southeast across the lake on clear days you can see Indiana and Michigan. Until the 50's or 60's, this was the tallest building in the city and highest vantage point, and even now it's an amazing place to view Chicago. And even better after all the work in Grant Park over the last decade.
I digress.
The first Friday in November of 2006. At our First Friday Happy Hours, I generally had a good crew of people with whom to drink and celebrate making it to another month. Other paralegals, my co-workers in the Immigration Group. We had fun. We drank. We hung out until the free alcohol had been consumed. Sometimes we sought out more alcohol.
This particular Friday, I remember standing apart from the merriment and just... looking out the windows. Looking at our beautiful city. Watching the light from the west grow weaker. Watching the crowds of people shuffle up and down Michigan Avenue. Seeing the lake go from bright blue to wine dark.
And maybe for the first time in what was then four months of separation from my ex-wife, I allowed myself to be sad. I allowed myself the reality that I was alone, that she was not coming home. I also allowed myself the understanding that it was she who left me. She who decided not to stay and try. Or that she had already tried enough. But nonetheless, she who had gone.
And I remember getting home from First Friday to my house, our house, empty of life save a dog and a cat. And sitting in my living room and just... playing. Playing the guitar, holding it to me chest, to my heart, feeling the body fill with sound and then empty into the room. Sitting in the dark of my living room, alone, playing the guitar, thinking about looking out the window on the 39th floor of the Prudential Building, watching the night grow.
And a simple fingerpicked melody came out.
And I didn't even write any words.
I just played it over and over and over and listened to it bounce off the darkness.
The next day, Saturday, I got to Village Music to teach a little early. I sat in my little room and played my simple fingerpicked melody from the night before, and words started coming out... started coming out perfectly. Saying exactly what I had been feeling the night before.
And I scribbled them down, exactly how they came to me.
And I had When You Left, the last song of Look Alive.
A couple weeks later, we recorded it in one take in the attic.
My voice cracks on the last line and is swallowed by the ambient noise of the room, the cars on the highway in the background, and the almost imperceptible sound of me shifting slightly in my chair.
Vulnerable, spare, honest.
Perfect.
The.
End.
****************
WHEN YOU LEFT
Looked across
The water blue
And saw a sea of tears
As darkness fell
I thought of you
And when you left
Couldn't tell
Where the city ended
And where the night began
The buildings sang
Their silent song
Like when you left
I can't believe you're gone
jbg
So it's come to this.
Today I'm writing about When You Left, the last song on Look Alive.
Which means I'm all caught up on old Paper Arrows material.
I was hoping that by the time I finished revisiting our older recordings, we'd have some new recordings to share... but it hasn't worked out that way and our next record won't be out until summer/fall.
About the new record: it's getting there. We (and the record label) have picked a single to push out in advance of the full EP, and the main hold up has been my two month-plus battle with sinus problems, which has rendered me largely voiceless... not a good situation when about 75% of what is still needed to finish the record is vocal-related. So it's been frustrating. But I think I have the problems solved and we'll soon be on our way to finishing what is shaping up into something I'm very excited for people to hear.
The title of the new EP will most likely be taken from a lyric in a song on Look Alive. Which seems a bit odd, but in a way, we're starting over with this new recording. The first three albums tell a complete story (Loss, Recovery, Redemption) and in ways thematic (what comes after redemption?) and practical (new record label) we're at another beginning of sorts.
Blah blah blah.
Maybe I'm going on about the new recording because I don't have a ton to say about When You Left?
It is the quietest and shortest song I've ever written and recorded.
Look Alive was originally called When You Left, because, you know, I needed to gild the loss lilly.
I actually remember very, very clearly writing this one. It was the last song written for the project, and we had already begun tracking most of the other songs.
The first Friday in November of 2006, as was my custom on the first Friday of most months, I went to the Baker & McKenzie Happy Hour on the 39th floor of the Prudential Building. The lobby area on the 39th floor features a beautiful unobstructed view south over Grant Park. Truly fantastic. If you look southeast across the lake on clear days you can see Indiana and Michigan. Until the 50's or 60's, this was the tallest building in the city and highest vantage point, and even now it's an amazing place to view Chicago. And even better after all the work in Grant Park over the last decade.
I digress.
The first Friday in November of 2006. At our First Friday Happy Hours, I generally had a good crew of people with whom to drink and celebrate making it to another month. Other paralegals, my co-workers in the Immigration Group. We had fun. We drank. We hung out until the free alcohol had been consumed. Sometimes we sought out more alcohol.
This particular Friday, I remember standing apart from the merriment and just... looking out the windows. Looking at our beautiful city. Watching the light from the west grow weaker. Watching the crowds of people shuffle up and down Michigan Avenue. Seeing the lake go from bright blue to wine dark.
And maybe for the first time in what was then four months of separation from my ex-wife, I allowed myself to be sad. I allowed myself the reality that I was alone, that she was not coming home. I also allowed myself the understanding that it was she who left me. She who decided not to stay and try. Or that she had already tried enough. But nonetheless, she who had gone.
And I remember getting home from First Friday to my house, our house, empty of life save a dog and a cat. And sitting in my living room and just... playing. Playing the guitar, holding it to me chest, to my heart, feeling the body fill with sound and then empty into the room. Sitting in the dark of my living room, alone, playing the guitar, thinking about looking out the window on the 39th floor of the Prudential Building, watching the night grow.
And a simple fingerpicked melody came out.
And I didn't even write any words.
I just played it over and over and over and listened to it bounce off the darkness.
The next day, Saturday, I got to Village Music to teach a little early. I sat in my little room and played my simple fingerpicked melody from the night before, and words started coming out... started coming out perfectly. Saying exactly what I had been feeling the night before.
And I scribbled them down, exactly how they came to me.
And I had When You Left, the last song of Look Alive.
A couple weeks later, we recorded it in one take in the attic.
My voice cracks on the last line and is swallowed by the ambient noise of the room, the cars on the highway in the background, and the almost imperceptible sound of me shifting slightly in my chair.
Vulnerable, spare, honest.
Perfect.
The.
End.
****************
WHEN YOU LEFT
Looked across
The water blue
And saw a sea of tears
As darkness fell
I thought of you
And when you left
Couldn't tell
Where the city ended
And where the night began
The buildings sang
Their silent song
Like when you left
I can't believe you're gone
jbg
Friday, March 23, 2012
Punctuated Evolution (December Static Redux)
Listen to the demo of December Static:
Listen to the record version:
Listen to the record version:
I'm fascinated with the concept of punctuated evolution. I'm sure my understanding of it is rudimentary to say the least, but something about it resonates with my experiences as an artist and creator. I find that I work and work and work at being a better writer and musician and feel like I'm getting nowhere and then suddenly: Breakthrough. Improvement. Innovation. Seismic change.
This pattern extends to trying to make it (whatever the fuck that means) in the music business. You send emails. You make phone calls. You mail CD's. You pay people to do shit they sometimes do. You send more emails. You have meetings. You pay more people. You troll the internet looking for opportunities. And it feels like nothing is happening. You're still searching for a way to reach a wider audience, to cut through the noise... and for god's sake to create sustainable revenue.
It feels hopelessly static, random, and impossible.
And then.
Progress.
For me, progress came in the form of signing an honest-to-goodness recording contract this month. With an indie label in Madison called Slothtrop. The deal calls for Slothtrop to release an EP of new Paper Arrows music later this year, and has options for two subsequent releases depending on how the first one goes.
The process of negotiating the deal was fascinating and exhausting and deserves its own post (we consummated it at the Belvidere Oasis overlooking I-90 as a wicked spring storm raged all around our glass-encased perch above the traffic)... but suffice to say, I'm really, really excited.
It's not a big money deal, but it is wonderfully realistic and has adequate resources allocated to take some promotional and marketing risks that I haven't been able to take on my own.
Most importantly, it will free me up to focus almost entirely on the creative and performing side of Paper Arrows.
Of course this success has gotten me thinking about the history of Paper Arrows and how far it's come since Jay and I huddled in the attic in the winter of '06 and started making noise.
So it seems fitting that it's time for me to blog about December Static, which is really the first Paper Arrows song anyone heard. And really the first Paper Arrows song I wrote... in September of '05.
Burn Rome Burn actually sort of played it live once, at Schubas, in the winter of '05 - '06.
When looking back on a song, it's easy to pile all sorts of meaning and significance on it that wasn't there at the time you wrote it. Actually, that's easy to do with life in general.
But with December Static, I remember knowing I had truly written something different. I had tapped into a part of myself that I hadn't before. It was a case of punctuated evolution for me as a writer. And I think it scared me. Or rather, I didn't really know what to do with it.
Burn Rome Burn generally played louder more aggressive rock, so the delicacy of the fingerpicked guitar part and the simplicity didn't really fit us. To wit, when we tried to play it, it took the form of me playing the first part solo and the band joining me for the instrumental swell halfway through. I'm sure it was weird. But probably functionally symbolic (does that even mean anything?) of where the band was headed.
In addition to feeling like I had written differently, I also had a clear picture of how I wanted the song to sound in performance and recording. Or at least a picture of the shape, texture, and dynamic. And it sounded different in my head than anything else I'd been a part of.
And the lyrics...
I could write another thousand words about the lyrics.
But here's the only one that matters:
True.
The recording was another first for me: there's almost no recognizable guitar until the noise we created at the end. I had never been a part of a recording that so marginalized the guitar, but it was incredibly freeing. Darren's piano translation of my original guitar part sounds amazing, and we created an evocative atmosphere of pads and textures from a synth drone to a host of weird percussion sounds... to two feedback guitars that I played as Jay manipulated effects.
I loved it all so much it was the first song on the original promotional run of Look Alive, which at that point was called When You Left... but after living with it for a couple of months, I realized that December Static was better in almost every way as a closing (or nearly closing) statement.
So... in honor of our record deal with Slothtrop, and punctuated evolution past, present, and future, here's where Paper Arrows started...
****************
DECEMBER STATIC
December static streaks the sky
The streetlights blinked as we walked by
I didn't mean to let you down
But darkness came without a sound
You took the train, it made you cry
I let the how destroy the why
I didn't mean to leave you there
To taste the salt hanging in the air
The winter left us black and blue
And the drugs don't work like they used to
I didn't mean to let you go
To walk alone into the snow
jbg
This pattern extends to trying to make it (whatever the fuck that means) in the music business. You send emails. You make phone calls. You mail CD's. You pay people to do shit they sometimes do. You send more emails. You have meetings. You pay more people. You troll the internet looking for opportunities. And it feels like nothing is happening. You're still searching for a way to reach a wider audience, to cut through the noise... and for god's sake to create sustainable revenue.
It feels hopelessly static, random, and impossible.
And then.
Progress.
For me, progress came in the form of signing an honest-to-goodness recording contract this month. With an indie label in Madison called Slothtrop. The deal calls for Slothtrop to release an EP of new Paper Arrows music later this year, and has options for two subsequent releases depending on how the first one goes.
The process of negotiating the deal was fascinating and exhausting and deserves its own post (we consummated it at the Belvidere Oasis overlooking I-90 as a wicked spring storm raged all around our glass-encased perch above the traffic)... but suffice to say, I'm really, really excited.
It's not a big money deal, but it is wonderfully realistic and has adequate resources allocated to take some promotional and marketing risks that I haven't been able to take on my own.
Most importantly, it will free me up to focus almost entirely on the creative and performing side of Paper Arrows.
Of course this success has gotten me thinking about the history of Paper Arrows and how far it's come since Jay and I huddled in the attic in the winter of '06 and started making noise.
So it seems fitting that it's time for me to blog about December Static, which is really the first Paper Arrows song anyone heard. And really the first Paper Arrows song I wrote... in September of '05.
Burn Rome Burn actually sort of played it live once, at Schubas, in the winter of '05 - '06.
When looking back on a song, it's easy to pile all sorts of meaning and significance on it that wasn't there at the time you wrote it. Actually, that's easy to do with life in general.
But with December Static, I remember knowing I had truly written something different. I had tapped into a part of myself that I hadn't before. It was a case of punctuated evolution for me as a writer. And I think it scared me. Or rather, I didn't really know what to do with it.
Burn Rome Burn generally played louder more aggressive rock, so the delicacy of the fingerpicked guitar part and the simplicity didn't really fit us. To wit, when we tried to play it, it took the form of me playing the first part solo and the band joining me for the instrumental swell halfway through. I'm sure it was weird. But probably functionally symbolic (does that even mean anything?) of where the band was headed.
In addition to feeling like I had written differently, I also had a clear picture of how I wanted the song to sound in performance and recording. Or at least a picture of the shape, texture, and dynamic. And it sounded different in my head than anything else I'd been a part of.
And the lyrics...
I could write another thousand words about the lyrics.
But here's the only one that matters:
True.
The recording was another first for me: there's almost no recognizable guitar until the noise we created at the end. I had never been a part of a recording that so marginalized the guitar, but it was incredibly freeing. Darren's piano translation of my original guitar part sounds amazing, and we created an evocative atmosphere of pads and textures from a synth drone to a host of weird percussion sounds... to two feedback guitars that I played as Jay manipulated effects.
I loved it all so much it was the first song on the original promotional run of Look Alive, which at that point was called When You Left... but after living with it for a couple of months, I realized that December Static was better in almost every way as a closing (or nearly closing) statement.
So... in honor of our record deal with Slothtrop, and punctuated evolution past, present, and future, here's where Paper Arrows started...
****************
DECEMBER STATIC
December static streaks the sky
The streetlights blinked as we walked by
I didn't mean to let you down
But darkness came without a sound
You took the train, it made you cry
I let the how destroy the why
I didn't mean to leave you there
To taste the salt hanging in the air
The winter left us black and blue
And the drugs don't work like they used to
I didn't mean to let you go
To walk alone into the snow
jbg
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Without Defense (Fight Redux)
Listen:
Today's song is Fight, another quiet whisper of a tune from Look Alive.
Fight comes closest to the Joni Mitchell/Nick Drake vibe I had in mind when we started recording.
This is what Joni Mitchell said about Blue:
The Blue album, there's hardly a dishonest note in the vocals. At that period of my life, I had no personal defenses. I felt like a cellophane wrapper on a pack of cigarettes. I felt like I had absolutely no secrets from the world and I couldn't pretend in my life to be strong. Or to be happy. But the advantage of it in the music was that there were no defenses there either.
I can't really improve on or add to that.
Fight was written in two days, a verse each day.
The second verse originally ended with the line "So go our days until the summer ends."
We recorded Fight in one take, all live. I played my old '63 Gibson ES-125. We mic'ed both the amp (with a sweet reverb setting) and the actual guitar, as well as my vocals, and the result is ambient, eerie, close...
And defenseless.
*************
FIGHT
When the time is running down
And what's lost can't be found
Be it you by my side
And the tears of the night
Are revealed by the light
As silent prayers falling on deaf ears
Anything you do
I will fight for you
Silence comes like a knife
It cuts you up before your eyes
The pieces fall, down and down and down
Empty hears and broken strings
And empty songs for us to sing
So go our days until our story ends
Anything you do
I will fight for you
jbg
Today's song is Fight, another quiet whisper of a tune from Look Alive.
Fight comes closest to the Joni Mitchell/Nick Drake vibe I had in mind when we started recording.
This is what Joni Mitchell said about Blue:
The Blue album, there's hardly a dishonest note in the vocals. At that period of my life, I had no personal defenses. I felt like a cellophane wrapper on a pack of cigarettes. I felt like I had absolutely no secrets from the world and I couldn't pretend in my life to be strong. Or to be happy. But the advantage of it in the music was that there were no defenses there either.
I can't really improve on or add to that.
Fight was written in two days, a verse each day.
The second verse originally ended with the line "So go our days until the summer ends."
We recorded Fight in one take, all live. I played my old '63 Gibson ES-125. We mic'ed both the amp (with a sweet reverb setting) and the actual guitar, as well as my vocals, and the result is ambient, eerie, close...
And defenseless.
*************
FIGHT
When the time is running down
And what's lost can't be found
Be it you by my side
And the tears of the night
Are revealed by the light
As silent prayers falling on deaf ears
Anything you do
I will fight for you
Silence comes like a knife
It cuts you up before your eyes
The pieces fall, down and down and down
Empty hears and broken strings
And empty songs for us to sing
So go our days until our story ends
Anything you do
I will fight for you
jbg
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Pictures are Pictures (Skeletonskinandsky Redux)
Song number 7 on Look Alive is Skeletonskinandsky.
Listen:
Here's a sequence of pictures that captures what went into writing this song. I hope you enjoy.
jbg
Listen:
Here's a sequence of pictures that captures what went into writing this song. I hope you enjoy.
jbg
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