Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
1. Political Science: Randy Newman has always been a smartass. 2. Your Flag Decal Won't get you into Heaven Anymore: John Prine nails it with this one. So many people hide their fear behind what they call 'patriotism' 3. The Fightin' Side of Me: Don't talk shit on America around Merle 4. This Land is Your Land: This song is not as pedestrian as you may think, when you consider the context in which it was written. Woody was the original Rage Against the Machine. 5. Fortunate Son: John Fogerty highlights the inequities of our country's social classes. So pertinent still today. 6. I can't write left-handed: This is such a poignant song, written from the unique perspective of a wounded soldier. 7. Them Belly Full: Bob Marley is one of my favorite songwriters for a reason. Here's one for us 99 percenters.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Here's a live recording of my song 'Cardboard Baby,' from last Sunday, 8/26.
Cardboard Baby is a song I wrote about how our dreams are only real if we believe in and nurture them...and how they disappear the moment we lose faith. This song takes on such a big sound with band, I thought it might be cool to get it completely stripped down like this. Look for a massive studio version on my upcoming record.
Thanks to John Vanover for his great work directing and shooting this video.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
I thought it might be nice for you folks to get to know some of the characters I enjoy playing music with. These cats bring the thunder and the lightning each time we play, at my shows and in the studio. I'm honored to have such badasses playing my songs. First, we have Matty Apples. Matty knows how to play them drums like a hurricane. He also just got a cool haircut! Then we have Spencer, aka Spenbé69@hotmail.com. Spencer is a stand up fellow and one heck of a good bassist.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
This is footage I personally took in the studio the other night of the fiery demise of producer/engineer James Salter. We just couldn't agree on the correct compression ratio on the snare drum so i called in the air strike.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
He left his job at AAA some years ago to start his own towing company....but with the rising cost of fuel, insurance payments, a string of irresponsible employees, and all the added weight of running a business it just wasn’t worth the headache. So, he closed down his shop, cancelled his accounts and went back to work for his old boss, who sounded like a complete asshole from the orders he was barking to Zamir over the dispatch radio. Halfway down the hill, the truck lost power and we couldn’t get it up past 15mph. Between Zamir’s requests for help on the CB and his new/old boss’s demands for him to complete the tow regardless, Zamir said that this was his first day back working for this company again, and he didn’t think he could take it much longer. His buddy owns a locksmith shop and asked him if he wanted a job there. He’s eyeing the door to leave the tow biz all together.
The irony of my tow truck breaking down wasn’t lost on him, and as the engine failed, he threw his hands up in surrender. We pulled over, with the line of cars that built up behind us whizzing and honking past. I told him we should forget about getting my broken jeep to the shop and go get a beer. He laughed with his incredibly warm smile and told me that him and beer don’t mix...he used enjoy it, but he always ended up needing to reach for a bible to straighten him out.
After a half hour or so under the big hood, he diagnosed the problem and managed to clear a clogged fuel line. He climbed back in the cab covered in diesel fuel and apologizing for the smell. Z agreed with me that he should be payed double for driving and being a mechanic.
Despite all the hassles of driving a tow truck, Zamir prides himself on being a professional. He said he always has a plan and is mentally prepared for each tow, so that there aren’t any last minute bathroom breaks or snafus to delay the customer’s assistance. Unfortunately, his professionalism often isn’t appreciated by his impatient customers, who sometimes won’t help him push a dead car a few feet, and his employer, who pays him $10 an hour. He’s 59 years old and has two girls in college and is barely getting by. He can’t afford health insurance, which he says adds a constant stress on his mind, with the job always keeping him on the dangerous LA roads.
Zamir is an honest, decent man. He taught his girls to be good to others, and appreciate the life they were given, and as a result, people always compliment him on his children. He says that when he dies, people who remember him will say, “Zamir was a poor man, but always working.”
Safe Travels, my friend.