Music
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There’s something about cicadas providing a bass track as you serenade a sultry, summer evening. Happy Saturday Night. Find something to celebrate. I’m happy I chose to pour most of my energy into guitar at age 50. I did the same thing at age 30 with my writing. At age 70, I’ll be seeking the…
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In two weeks, I’m having surgery on my right wrist to cure the tendonitis that plagues my guitar playing, typing, and various other things that are “wristy”. A month later, I’m doing the same on my left wrist. I’ll be awake the whole time with only a local anesthetic. Neat. This will put me out…
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I’ve discovered a 70’s Playlist that won’t go away. I heard this song for the first time ever last week, and I can’t stop listening to it. I’m also deep-diving ELO and CCR. My goddess, what have I been missing? I’ve loved Tina since Mad Max. This right here is the power, my friends. I’m…
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I’ve only participated in the whole open mic scene for a couple of years, but I’ve attended regularly for at least fifteen. Most of them consisted of pearl-snap shirts and cowboy hats. Lots of blues and sad stories about the one who got away. Big, bearded, husky f*ckers with tales to tell. Let’s set the…
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In my two year music journey, I’ve discovered that musicians make for bad audiences. We’re too busy picking each other apart to actually do what we ventured out to do in the first place; which was enjoy live music. Still, some insist on letting you know their distaste for whatever brand you’re selling. Sure, I…
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This is the best one I’ve got. So far. Enjoy! It has been two years since I recorded the original version of Black Cat Thicket Blues. I was running on a deadline for the Tumble Bleed anthology and the song idea hit pretty late in the game. Now, two years later, here is (what I…
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Maybe I miss Tom Petty? I think I just had to get it out of my system; like a fart or a burp. That said, I apologize for the smell. Regardless, I wasted all my morning magic on this, because I failed again at Black Cat Thicket Blues five minutes later. Remind me not to…
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After 10 unsuccessful attempts at recording the latest version of Black Cat Thicket Blues, I am shifting gears. Tomorrow?
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My entire creative process is wallowing somewhere in the vicinity of music right now. Yesterday, I sent what I believed to be a punk rhythm guitar track for “Away” (originally a country song) to my musician friend to add a bass line. This morning? I recorded a concept track for “Black Cat Thicket Blues”. The…
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I literally “played it till my fingers bled”. Or finger. Yes, that’s blood. Shut up. Wrist surgery consultation is in 3 weeks. Trying to lay down music tracks before then.
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The world was a brighter place with him in it. I don’t own the rights to these lyrics or music. No duh. This happens to everyone. Suddenly, you want to break out into a song. Right? This happens to everyone, right?
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Opening Bell open mic had a vibe going on today. I’m not sure what it was or what caused it, but it was overpowering. Everyone was making mistakes, so I really didn’t feel all that bad. At least I played.
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Music and lyrics property of Gonzo Wolf Productions LLC & Chad Cloud-Miller.
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Ain’t no place I’d rather be, than sex and date night and WWIII. The Cheeto’s screaming on the big TV. C’mon, baby; come to war with me.
The Gonzo Wolf 