So, I know I haven’t been blogging very much lately because I’ve been wanting to enjoy summer instead of actually sitting in front of my computer.

Well, I think it’s safe to say that I will probably start blogging more often. Because, I am afraid, that summer is over! I know that summer generally is supposed to last until September 21 or 22nd, but in Seattle summer lasts about three weeks.

I’m sad that summer is almost over, seeing as how we only got about five days of it. But, I am actually kind of ready for summer to be over because as the rain starts to come in, I’ll actually have the desire to spend the time inside to do what it is I need to do on the weekends . For instance, I spent most of the day on Saturday and Sunday this week sitting in front of my computer working on the website for my company. We’re going to be launching a new store soon, and a whole new distribution service, and since it was raining outside I figured it was as good as time as any to work on the website.

I’ve also been playing my piano a lot. I forgot how much fun it was to play piano when I didn’t have to play piano, but when I got to choose to play the piano. I’ve been playing a lot of classical music, including Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, Claire De Lune by Debussy, and other sonatinas and preludes by Chopin. But the thing that I’ve been enjoying the most, is the maple leaf rag by Scott Joplin.

I know buying a piano with what was, essentially, my retirement fund was a bad idea. Intellectually, I know this to be true. Emotionally, however, I am really glad I bought the piano. It’s hard to explain how important having a piano has become to me in the last couple of weeks, but having it here and available to play whenever I get the urge, has been a really relaxing thing. Even though it requires electricity, it’s one of the few things I do that doesn’t require a computer screen of some kind.

There are just too many screens in my life. I wake up, and the first thing I do is look at my phone. I watch TV while I eat. I sit in front of a computer all day long at work. When I come home, I watch TV again. Then I’ll sit in front of my computer for two or three hours. I spent most of my day in front of the screen of some kind. I spent so much time looking at screens that sometimes I feel like I forget what the real world looks like.

In addition to keeping me away from computer screens, playing the piano is helping me reconnect with skills I forgot I had. And I feel better at playing the piano now than I did when I was playing actively. I seem to be able to pick up new songs more quickly, and much more accurately than I have been able to in the past. My fingers are more agile and I think, more than anything else, in the intervening years between taking piano lessons and now, I’ve learned how to focus and how to practice. Before, I was most interested in getting to the point where I can play the song rather than getting to the point where I can play the song well. This is especially true because I was playing songs I didn’t really enjoy all that much.

Now that I get to pick the songs I play I enjoy it a lot more. When I was young, my mom would have to time to me on the kitchen oven timer for 30 min. every single day for my piano practice. And it was a fight. These days, it’s not uncommon for me to sit down to piano for two or three hours in the course of the day and just play for the fun of it. It’s been very relaxing and very centering. And the best thing is, because I can put in headphones, I can play later at night which is when I play best.

In any case, yes, I will be paying off this piano for many years to come. But, I think it was worth it. Now, whether that justifies spending the money right at this point in my life, I can’t say. But, at least I know longer feel buyer’s remorse over this purchase. And since the sun is gone for what will probably be another 8 1/2 months, I’ll have a lot of extra time to practice playing the piano.

And maybe someday, someone will actually come up here to visit me and we’ll get to hear me play. (I’m talking to you mom and dad).

Side note: I apologize for any grammatical errors or spelling errors in this blog post. There are likely more than usual. I’m testing out the new dictation feature on my computer and thought I’d dictate a blog post to see if it was faster than typing it out. Turns out, it is.

Since I got a new piano, I figured I’d try something a little different with this song:  Rather than recording and produce it all up, I though it might be a fun little change of pace to do a videotaped performance on the new piano.  So, thanks to my (awesome) digital SLR, a nice little shotgun mic, and my rockin’ new piano, here’s the video of Choosing.

This song was inspired by a friend of mine who’s been stuck in a very unhealthy relationship for a couple of years.  She knows that she needs to move on, but is terrified of what that means.  So, as a result, she’s essentially chosen not to choose.  I can relate. 

I’ve decided that I wanted to start writing some songs in a little more theatrical of a style.  I have such a background in musical theater, it just makes sense.  Plus, the emotional, soaring ballads are my favorite anyway.  This is very much a rough draft of the song…I may change the structure or melody still, but I like the basic feel of it so far.

Choosing
Music & Lyrics by Matt Armstrong

Now that I’ve chosen
I can’t decide
If, in the choosing, I chose wrong
Or I chose right
If my decisions
Cast me aside
Now that the choosing’s done
Am I the one
Who has to abide
The choice left behind

Now that it’s over
Now that it’s done
I can stand here feeling guilty
Or move on.
Another decision
Step off or postpone
Now it’s time to wake life
Step forward and taste life

Time to shout it from the rooftops,
"I am here.
There is something deep inside of me still living."
Raise the curtain just in time for my premiere.
I’m breaking down walls I’ve built
Of all of my anger, guilt, and fear.
The choices are clear.

So, this is choosing.
Why so resigned?
Choosing to choose is, well, not easy
But it’s time.
Choosing a future
Free from my past
Wow.  I can’t believe
I finally chose
At last.

There's a new woman in my life.  Her name is Lillias.  She's big, she's black, and she loves it when I let my fingers do the walking. 

Yesterday, I purchased my first piano.  This is the Yamaha AvantGrand N2.  It's a "hybrid" digital piano.  It's a digital piano that is sampled from a Yamaha 9 foot concert grand, but the placement of the speakers makes this piano sound amazingly like an acoustic instrument.

What really sets this piano apart, however, is not the way it sounds (amazing) but the way it plays.  The AvantGrand series actually has a real Yamaha grand piano keyboard and action in it.  It plays exactly like a well-tuned Yamaha concert grand.  The feeling is truly incredible.  They've even build it so the keys and the pedals vibrate sympathetically with the sound, like they do on a real acoustic piano.

I walked into the piano store and told the salesman, "I live in an apartment, and I need a digital piano.  I took lessons on Steinway and Schimmel pianos, and I need one that has an action as close to playing a real piano as possible.  John, the salesman, just replied, "I'm not going to say anything.  Just play this."

I sat down and played three chords.  Then I dropped my hand, turned to John and said, "Are you kidding me?"  It was insane.  It felt like I was playing a really good grand piano.  The sound was beautiful.  The action was perfect.  John just stood there with a smile on his face.  He showed me around to some other digital pianos and a few really nice (and expensive) acoustics, and I couldn't get Lillias out of my mind.

At one point, I said to John, "I just don't understand why anyone would buy an acoustic upright piano anymore." 

I played Beethoven, Chopin, Clementi, and even a little Armstrong.  I improvised.  I jazzed up some Christmas music.  I even practiced my scales.  (I hate practicing my scales).  It was amazing.  I hadn't enjoyed playing the piano this much since I was in high school.  Playing my little black beauty was a very poignant (and painful) reminder about how much I used to love playing music, and how much I've missed by excising it from my life for so long.  Now that I don't HAVE to do music, it's time for me to get back to doing it for the love of the music. 

So, on Wednesday, Lillias is going to be moving in with me.  Our relationship is still in its early stages, but I have a feeling that we're going to be together for a long time.  And we're going to make all kinds of beautiful music together.

And tomorrow, I'll write the blog post about the financial aspect of our relationship.  It wasn't always smooth sailing, and sometimes I'm not sure if I did the right thing asking her to be mine, but our chemistry together is just so good.  We'll find a way to make it work.

And now, take a moment to bask in the beauty of Lillias and her sister, Audra.

This video is in German, but you can hear Lillias being put through her paces.  Pay attention at 0:45, and again at 4:00.  Pretty amazing stuff.

And here's a picture of what Lillias looks like with her clothes off.

And Finally, Here's a video of Lillias' big sister, Audra, being played by the incomperable Cyprien Katsaris

 

 

Give a listen especially at around 6:30 and again at 8:15

Wednesday can't get here soon enough.

Happy Lostmas everyone!  Let’s all gather round the TV and sing "Jungle Bells."  I would be watching Lost when it starts in 5 minutes, but I hate commercials, so I have to fill my time with other things for the next hour so my Tivo can build up a good buffer in order to skip said commercials.  So I figured it was time to release another song!

Those of you who follow my blog will note that I have repeatedly, over the last several months, talked about getting back to writing music in my monthly resolution updates.  Well, I was not blowing smoke, as they say.  I have, in fact, been writing music.  I’ve written a couple of minute-long pieces for podcast or audiobooks, but I also wrote a full song…the first I’ve written in a couple of years.

I liked this one enough that I decided it deserved the full-up treatment.  Well, at least the full-up treatment that could be provided without actually spending any money.  So, for the last couple of months, I’ve been orchestrating, recording, editing, and mixing the song, and I finished it today. I have to say…I’m really proud of the quality of the production on this one. 

I think I’ve also decided that sometime in the future I’m going to release a CD called One Man Band with all of the tracks that I’ve recorded entirely by myself.  This would certainly be on the CD.  I played all the instruments, did all the vocals, and completed the whole thing here in my apartment.  (Can I just tell you how much I love the democratization of recording equipment?  The home studio has been a godsend to me.)  This is the sixth or seventh song that I’ve produced over the last 5 years or so that was done by me at home.  That’s almost enough for a real album.  Keep an eye out for that… :)

Anyway: the song. 

I have discussed on my blog often the difficulty I’ve had transitioning into an "adult" life.  I struggle with the regularity and monotony of it all.  That was one of the few nice things about being a gypsy performer.  If I didn’t like a situation, I knew I only had to tough it out a few months, then I’d move on to something else.  But now that I have a big-boy job in the real world, the sameness of life gets to me a little.  I feel like I’m so busy going about my life that my life is actually passing me by.  There are so many things I want to do and try and experience that I can’t when I’m sitting behind a computer screen, making money for someone else. 

I’ve found that many people my age (or, to be honest, younger, since I got a late start in the workforce) are struggling with the same sort of thing.  We’ve had a rough realization that we can’t, in fact, "be anything you want to be."  That sometimes you just have to do what you have to do to get by.  The things we though we wanted, we’ve all of a sudden realized aren’t that important to us.  It’s been an awakening.

I can’t speak for all of my generation, but I can say this:  I’ve started to realize that what makes a life a life isn’t what you do for a living.  I may never have the kind of job where I will jump out of bed every morning excited to go to work.  But life, true life, is enjoying what you have, not pining for what you don’t.  I may spent 40+ hours a week behind a computer screen making money for someone else.  But I have my weekends, the farmers market, photography, music writing, audiobooks, TV, video games, food, an awesome dog…and that’s even more important.

These thoughts and feelings were the basis of this particular song.

Another Day Goes By
Music & Lyrics by Matt Armstrong
Copyright 2010 Silly Looking Little Man Music (ASCAP)
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

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Another Day Goes By
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A takeout container
Or ice cream for four
Or watching The Simpsons
Stretched out on the floor
Walking the dog at 11PM
It’s raining again
People walk by me with nothing to say
A nod or a smile as they pass on their way
And another day goes by

Up every morning
At 7AM
The daily ablutions
Repeated again
40 more years left
Of selling my soul
Too young to get old
Another long meeting where nothing gets done
Another long day when I don’t see the sun
And another day goes by

Didn’t sign up for living life
Without a life to speak of
Didn’t agree to pain
With only muted hues
Wanted to be someone
Accomplish something
Bigger than myself
Knew that I’d never lose
By living the life I choose

Curled in the lap
Of the luxury life
Watching the pictures
Of torment and strife
Flickering light of disaster removed
And nothing to do
So many roads open, more choices ahead
The ones in the past, too far past to retread
Still searching for something that I’ve yet to find
Still stumbling along, out of breath and half-blind
But never refusing a laugh or a cry
And another day goes by

So, as many of you probably know, just recently, a group of popular singers got together to remake the old Michael Jackson & Lionel Richie song "We Are the World" in an effort to raise money for Haiti…a laudable goal.  However, the resulting product was…well…judge for yourself. 

First, for reference sake, the original:

 

Then, by comparison, the remake. (You’ll have to fast forward to about 1:30 to get into the actual video and past the telemarketing)

Wow.  Just wow.

Both casts had groups of people who could actually sing well, and some who couldn’t.  (Bob Dylan?  Really?)  But at least the ones who couldn’t sing were actually talented musicians and songwriters.  But the balance between the two is way off.

Let’s look at the list of really talented singers…whether or not you like their work, you can’t deny that they can really sing:

Old Cast:

Lionel Richie
Stevie Wonder
Kenny Rogers
James Ingram
Billy Joel
Dionne Warwick
Michael Jackson
Kenny Loggins
Steve Perry
Huey Lewis
Cyndi Lauper
Ray Charles

New Cast:

Celine Dion
Jennifer Hudson
Pink
Josh Groban
Jamie Foxx
Usher
Adam Levine (Maroon 5)…kinda

I was going to list the really bad singers, from each one, but I realized that I don’t know 80% of the bad singers from the newer version.

 

But to really tell the quality of the productions apart, look at what happens when everyone is singing.  1984′s Quincy Jones was able to wrangle a room full of egos into singing together, blending, and not trampling all over the song.  2010′s Quincy Jones is apparently too old and enfeebled to wrangle a room full of far-less-talented, but far larger egos into any sort of cohesive unit.  It’s like everyone in the room decided that they were going to sing a solo, dammit, even if it didn’t fit, stepped on someone else, or just plain sounded bad.

And then look at the folks in the chorus of the new version who didn’t get to sing solos:  Brandy, Natalie Cole, Harry Connick Jr., India Arie, Gladys Knight, Katharine McPhee, Jordin Sparks, Robin Thicke, Rob Thomas, Ann, Brian, and Nancy Wilson.

Also, the 1985 version didn’t need autotune.  Can someone please explain to me why, in the name of all that’s good and holy, they let Lil’ Wayne and T-Pain "sing?"  If you can’t sing without autotune, then don’t sing.  Don’t even come to the studio.  It was just painful.  And what’s with that moron, Wyclef Jean, who doesn’t even try to sing, but just scream-yodels the sustain of every single note.  Or was that Akon?  I can’t tell.  (I didn’t mind the "rap" in the middle of the new version, but the rest of it…disaster.)

25 years later, and I was able to watch the original version of this song and recognize almost every single one of the performers, despite the fact that the original was recorded when I was only seven years old.  I didn’t know who most of these people were then.  But nearly every single one of them went on to have long, successful careers.  Many of them still have decent careers…those who aren’t dead, anyway.  Many could easily be considered musical legends.  I don’t even know who 2/3rds of the performers are in the new version, but I’m fairly certain that Miley Cyrus, Julio Iglacias, Lil-Wayne, or Nicole Scherizingeramalamadingdong McTrashyPants from the Pussycat Dolls won’t still be performing 20 years from now the next time they remake this song. 

Musically, there’s just no comparison.  It’s amazing. 25 years of absolutely stunning development in studio technology, and instead of getting better, we’ve just flushed an entire generation of musical talent down the drain thanks to Autotune.

Hey 2010 cast of "We Are the World," I appreciate your intent, I really do.  But that craptastic version of a not-particularly-great song to begin with isn’t going to get me to open up my wallet for Haiti.  I think I’ll just go and download Jennifer Hudson’s performance from the telethon instead.  At least girlfriend actually knows how to sing.

So, for those of you who don't know, I do a couple of podcasts for my company, Open Book Audio.  One podcast is a weekly installment of my recording of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" by Mark Twain.  I release a couple of chapters of the book on a weekly basis.  It's a free audiobook!

I also do the fortnightly Open Book Audio podcast with my partner, Andrew, and we talk about audiobooks in general.  We also have samples of other audiobooks, giveaways, and an occasional epic rant or two.

You may also remember that one of my resolutions for the year is to get back into writing music more often.  I haven't been writing much lately, and wanted to get back into it.  Over the last week or so, I've been writing and producing some music that I can use for the intro and outro music for the OBA podcast, and in doing so, I realized something: I've missed my calling in life.

You see, I started trying to write something that was like the theme to NBC Nightly News or the Olympics or something.  But as I got going along, i realized that I was being taken on a journey through musical time, back to that magic era where all television shows had immensely awesome theme songs–the 80s and early 90s.  (My love of the awesome TV Theme Song has been well documented here.)  Before I knew it, I had written an intro theme that was so quintessentially 1989 that I may have squealed with delight…like a big old 'mo at a Barbra Streisand concert.  It wasn't want I had set out to write, but it was SO much more awesome.  I was BORN to write TV theme songs for 80s and 90s television shows.  I was just born about 20 years too late.

So, sit back, grab your slap bracelets, jelly shoes, and hypercolor clothes.  I am proud to present, with no further adieu, my piece de resistance, the Theme to the Open Book Audio Podcast.  Bask in the 80s!

Open Book Audio Podcast Music

 

I love YouTube.  It’s actually a bit dangerous for me.  I’m not the kind of person who likes to watch TV on his computer.  You’ll never see me stream the latest episode of Lost from ABC.com unless my Cable went out, Tivo failed to record it, and Xbox fails to publish it.  But short little clips?  Oh yeah, I’m all over it.  Especially bloopers.  I can’t tell you how many times I have watched the Friends and Will and Grace bloopers on YouTube.

Tonight, I was doing something that I do often on YouTube late at night: I was trolling for old television shows that make me nostalgic.  I’m 31 years old now, ergo, I believe I am officially old enough to begin reminiscing.  And in said reminiscence, I came to a realization.  The TV shows in the 80s and early 90s had GREAT theme songs.  They were catchy, they were memorable.  They stood very well on their own as musical compositions.  What happened to those?  TV shows today don’t have singable theme songs.  Instead we get Bones’ random noise as "composed" by Crystal Method, the teeth-grindingly annoying So You Think You Can Dance grind-fest, and the omnipresent Law and Order Bass Guitarfest.  The only modern theme song that I would consider even remotely singable is the one for The Biggest Loser, but the woman singing that song has her voice so stuck in her throat it makes my gonads hurt to listen to her.

So, in order to help you both reminisce about some older television shows, to demonstrate the value of the cultural vault called YouTube, and to help prove my point about television theme songs, let me offer up some of my favorites:

First, from the TV Show Blossom

Great theme song…even though I desperately wanted to slap Blossom every single time I saw that scene of her tap-dancing on the grand piano.  If I ever catch someone tap dancing on a shiny black grand piano in real life, I will personally break each and every one of his or her toes.

Then there’s perhaps one of the greatest theme songs of all time: Perfect Strangers

 Don’t be ree-deek-you-lus!  Makes me miss Meepos all over again. 

And, of course, let’s not forget the Disney Cartoons…

The Secret of Gummi Beary Juice?  *ahem* Anyway, the harmony on the chorus of this theme song was where I first learned how to sing in harmony.  I just love the higher harmony soaring over the chorus

 And, of course, who can forget about The Facts of Life

Did anyone else notice that Jo looks like Jillian from The Biggest Loser?

And even the rap song theme songs were "chillin’ out, maxin’ relaxin’ all cool"

Ugh.  Thank goodness Will Smith moved past the flat-top hair phase.  Also, thank heavens that the neon color scheme of the early 90s is dead.  Hypercolor Lime Green T-Shirts were not a good luck for anyone…not least of which a Casper-The-Ghost pale red head with an inferiority complex. Also, this theme song version seems longer than the one I remember from when I watched the show.

 And last, but certainly not least, the best TV Theme Song ever written: The Greatest American Hero

 This show was before my time, certainly, but this song just makes me unbelievably happy every single time I hear it. It even makes me happy to hear the George Costanza version from Seinfeld. 

I miss good TV theme songs.  I miss that feeling of running into the room when the strains of the theme song start playing, and settling down on the couch to watch my show. 

Ah well.  At least I have a Tivo now, so I don’t have to listen to the crap that masquerades as a theme song.  (P.S., can’t you just imagine me in 50 years as a crotchety old man:  "In my day, we had theme songs with melody.  Not like this crap on TV nowadays!")

 

This has been making the rounds on the interwebs.  If you haven’t seen it yet, you absolutely must.

 

This is so cute…

 

Believe it or not, Matt has released a new song.  This is the first new song that I have written in probably about six or seven years—if you don’t consider me arranging all those hymns (which I don’t, since I didn’t write the hymns).  I wrote this song sometime during the fall of 2008, and just had it sitting around for several months before I had the time to sit down and do the production.  Some new software, a week’s vacation from school, and a few sleep-deprived nights, and this is the result.  Considering I did the entire things myself from beginning to end, I haven’t sung for reals in about two years, and I’m really out of practice, it’s not too shabby. 

I wrote this a couple of months after my friend Clark came to visit me while he was on tour here in Seattle.  It was great to see Clark, who has always been one of those people you just can’t help but liking.  He’s always happy and gregarious, sickeningly attractive, and always full of energy.  He was on tour with the National Tour of Disney’s High School Musical (which I find hilarious, because he was 31 at the time…).  In between shows, I picked him up at the theatre, and we drove to Pioneer Square for some food.  Over dinner, we got to talking about some fairly deep topics (as I am often wont to do), and in response to one of my cryptic, self-deprecating, and barely concealed attempts at fishing for a complement/reassurance, he said something that stuck with me.  He said that he hated seeing me feel marginalized.

It wasn’t until that point in my life that I realized that’s really what I was struggling with.  It was probably the best classification of a lot of my personal struggles over the last several years.  I have always felt like I was on the fringes of life watching everyone else partake and enjoy while I got left behind.  Whether or not that’s true, it’s how I felt, and in some cases, still feel.  In fact, that one little statement even prompted me to write a blog post about that very subject.  That conversation down in De Nunzio’s basement restaurant in Pioneer Square over some Italian food has stuck with me.  So, thanks, Clark.  You got me writing music again!

Also of note, this is the very first time a song I’ve recorded features me playing the guitar.  It took me for-freakin’-even to record the little bit I did, but hey, it’s progress, right?

So, here’s the new song: Marginalized.  If you don’t like it, keep it to yourself.  Loves!

 Click on the play button to listen. If there is no button, you need to install Adobe Flash. It’s free.  Or, if you want, you can download the mp3.

 

Marginalized
Music, Lyrics, Vocals, Instruments, Programming, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering by Matt Armstrong
Copyright © 2009 Silly Looking Little Man Music (ASCAP).  All Rights Reserved.

Don’t know quite what to say
Or where to begin
How to hold my head high
With the walls caving in
See, I never intended to break my own heart
But this storybook life only has enough room
For another bit part

CHORUS
On the margins
Looking outside in
At the story where the good guy wins
Another gallant knight wins his lady fair
But the story’s not there
In the margins

Well I’m damned if I do
And I’m damned if I don’t
I’m stuck in the margins of life
Taking notes
You just can’t understand
And I can’t forget
That the margins will not let me go
Not yet

CHORUS

It’s just a romantic fiction
This carefree addiction
Another fairy tale ending comes true
Do I face it or fight it
Complete re-write it
A story of margins
Of choices, and leavings
And fighting the feelings my heart didn’t choose

CHORUS

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