October is broken up into parts, because WOW I packed a lot in. Hold on, people.

Melinda Ann and I had a second Taylor Swift show to attend, this time in Dallas. As I mentioned before, we bought tickets a whole 11 months prior to this show, and the ticket buying process was so stressful (for what turned out to be the biggest grossing tour of the year thankyouverymuch) that when I saw some floor seats that did not cost my monthly car payment, I grabbed them. When we got to the stadium and found our spot, however…we realized we were RIGHT ALONG the walkway that Taylor uses to get from one small stage to another. She was gonna walk right past us, and walk right by she did. I almost fainted. She glows like fairies lighting up a glitter factory…or something.

So that show was great and we once again sang and screamed and cried and laughed. I love that kind of concert roller coaster.

The following Monday, still jazzed on the whole Taylor Experience, I was eating lunch at home and checking Twitter, as I do, and noticed that Mike Huckabee had said something lame in regards to Taylor’s (very welcome) social media reminder to vote in the November midterms. Whilst chewing, I composed an annoyed tweet at Huckabee. After getting up for a glass of water, I sat down and added one more tweet. I continued about my business.

Then I looked down at my phone about 20 minutes later and…oh. Oh no. Notifications were going CRAZY. People were liking and retweeting. I had never gone viral before but I knew this was maybe something like…going viral. I just sat there and watched as reply after reply came in, and the like count on the posts grew by 50 at a time.

It was kinda cool. Then I realized there are ton of literally insane people on the internet, and that a LOT of them live on Twitter. I started freaking out a little bit.

Then I got tagged in a post from a friend who said, “I saw you on the Huffington Post!”

What now?

I guess the tweetstorm that came at Huckabee got enough attention to be featured in the media, and my tweets were right there in the thick of it. I was simultaneously proud and terrified.

The good news is, while there were some haters, I quickly learned to block them and that seemed to work. Nothing got too out of hand, well, except for some lovely notes like this:

Which were balanced out by more like this:

Thanks, guy named Dave. The internet is a really wild, potentially terrible place. Humanity is wild and potentially terrible, too…but there were a lot of notes of support and mostly, the response was one of mirth and amusement. As I told my friends, IT GOES TO SHOW that my first taste of going viral online would be because I was defending T-Swift.

In the end, it was a mild brush with virality. I got about 2,000 likes on each tweet, and the fervor died down in about three days. Everything is back to normal, and while it was stressful, I’ll have T-Swift’s back any day. ANY. DAY.

Amen. And this was just the first week of the month….

August: Katie and I (who give good face when together) played an excellent show at Geraldine’s. We felt swanky. We were swanky. We swanked.

I went to D.C. for the fun, I came back with a (fun) job. It was another musical tourism venture to Wolf Trap for the MCC Hometown Show (if you haven’t been to Wolf Trap I highly recommend it as a venue in general) and some educational and inspirational sight-seeing with both Heidi and my cousins Rochelle & Andrew & Emily (we got a Pentagon tour thanks to Andrew!).

All of it, from the Wolf Trap show to the Lincoln Memorial and the MLK Memorial (lit up at night and gorgeous) to the anti-Nazi rally that Heidi and I attended (BECAUSE WE ARE STILL FIGHTING NAZIS IN THIS COUNTRY) was very heavy with meaning. As I mentioned in the last blog, sometimes you read all the bad stuff in the news and wonder…what are we even going for here in this grand experiment? But reminders through song (like this one), and words in stone on memorials, and the buildings that house the life source of our republic…well, it all helped. The great company helped too:

My friends Walt and Tina Wilkins were playing at a place called The Mansion on O Street the following evening, so of course we went to that. Turns out the Mansion on O is a very special, very magical place. Turns out they needed some social media stuff done. Turns out Walt recommended me and since I was there, I got to interview on the spot. Turns out I work with the Mansion on O Street now. And THAT is called…being in the right place at the right time. Musical tourism DOES pay off! Oh, and Walt and Ted (who, along with H, is one of the awesome proprietors of the Mansion) and Tina and Heidi and I sat in the Amnesia Room (really) for a good spell and sang and played Beatles songs. It was magic.

That’s quite the August in my book. I came back excited about, well…everything. Grateful for the people in my orbit. Inspired by the past and hopeful for what is to come, from the macro level of our country down to the micro level of, well…whatever I am doing here, on this planet, in this country, in Texas, in my notebooks and with my guitar. Good.

September: Another head down “do the work” month, from what I remember. (I’ll be honest with you guys, I am mostly jogging my memory by looking through my phone photos. Thank goodness for the extra brain we carry around all the time). I got to see Susan play with her former band The Groobees, which was insane because I became a Groobees (and Susan) fan right after they broke up 17 years ago…so I never had a chance to see them live. These reunion shows were very much anticipated and went SO WELL. It was fun to see them be all rock star and kill it, as we say in The Biz.

Katie and I played at Emily Shirley‘s EP Release show (and you should go buy her Courage Up record right now), which was a blast. I remember it was hot in Texas, and all I really wanted to do was make it through the month to see…Taylor Swift.

One would think maybe the purchasing of these tickets would have made an earlier part of the year’s recap but NO. Why? Because Melinda Ann and I got these Reputation Tour tickets LAST YEAR. We had been waiting for so long. Soooo soooo long. And finally it was here. We met up with friends in Houston and sang and screamed and danced and sang. Also this part of the show was very warm because THAT IS REAL FIRE:

The Taylor Circus was not done, though…I’d call this a cliffhanger, wouldn’t you?

May: This month is a blur, honestly. I think it’s because a lot of it was spent head down, working on the onetwothreescream EP. I threw one more song at Mark, 18 Hours, and we proceeded to have a ton of fun with it. This little tiny plastic microphone is responsible for all the speaking parts on this song, and Mark had to go into acting coach mode with me to get me to say my lines correctly!

June: When I even think perhaps I am in a funk, my natural reaction is to GET OUT OF TOWN. So I did. I flew to Denver and into the wonderful open arms of Michael and Denise O’Connor. MOC and I played a super fun Concert Window show, and then commenced the Musical Tourism portion of my trip, which meant meeting up with Heidi and Leanne and seeing Mary Chapin Carpenter play 3 shows (is anybody surprised…no, no one is surprised). We’d go anywhere to see MCC play, but we have learned that sometimes you can pair it up with 1) seeing people you know and love and 2) seeing beautiful parts of the country. We really nailed it with this trip. I took my niece, Heather, to her first MCC show (PROUD AUNT ALERT):

We saw Mary Chapin at the Denver Botanical Gardens, then we managed to see SusanG! play in Manitou Springs, because her tour schedule also takes her to Colorado in the summer which is smart.

Then we went to Aspen for an MCC show, which is where I saw “CAVIAR” on a convenience store sign for the first time and I still feel weird about it. After a stop at DINOSAUR NATIONAL MONUMENT (if you know me, you know this was a big deal) we landed in Sun Valley, Idaho, where Heidi’s family has roots and where I had never been before. It’s a glorious part of the country and we sat on a bench on the hill one afternoon a made a toast to Heidi’s Dad, as is tradition.

The shows were all, of course, fantastic. We danced a LOT. I’m not usually a Dancer (TM) because I am one of those musicians with two left feet, but when there’s a mini-folk-mosh pit happening, nothing really matters, and the truth of the matter is that dancing feels good, and if it feels good, do it. Also there are always profound moments in an MCC show that can move even the most cynical person to tears, so I figure the musical therapy alone was good for my weird 2018 feelings. The biggest lesson here is…whatever brings you joy…follow that, focus on it, consume it, embrace it. There’s a lot of negative input around us all the time – comparisons, “Should Haves,” the distortion of reality via social media, the news…so The Good Stuff. Find it.

Then it was home…nope, I WAS NOT DONE. I flew from Denver to Nashville and met my friends Kristin and Carolyn (of Hardened & Tempered) for a little tromping around Music City. We had great chats with some Nashvillians, saw Vince Gill play with the Time Jumpers, and acquired baritone guitars because WHEN IN NASHVILLE.

July: Then it was back to Texas to do a little thing I like to call RELEASING AN ALBUM. onetwothreescream’s Lit entered into the world as a little digital ball of folk pop on July 13th. This whole process, again, created a wad of Complex Emotions (TM) because…well, you write songs from your heart and brain. You record them with love and care and time (Mark’s hours put into mixing alone are…incredible. He’s a master). You then just THROW THEM OUT THERE.

And you…sit. You wait. You hope people like them. You keep mental lists of who you might like to listen. You hope they do. Since you are not Jeff Bezos, you have no idea if they actually listen. You wait. People say lovely things. You make a mental list of lovely things. Your brain, trying to be a jerk because it’s bored? Makes a list of Other People You Would Like to Listen and Say Things. Sometimes you never hear either way. And this is just the brain thinking about all the people in your immediate circle. There are a billion articles on the internet about how artists and creatives SHOULD NOT base their worth on the reactions and reviews of their peers and friends and family, but we do it anyway.

And then, there’s the whole “get it out there” thing. I spent days researching blogs and sending press releases and playlists and links around. I was a keyboard monkey all of July. It was kind of fun – there’s a thrill in the hunt, and a hopeful optimism every time you hit “Send” on an email.  Statistically, success was low, but we did get some great support and write ups from some very lovely people. We got spun on KGSR in Austin, we talked to Rush in KOOP Radio, blogs said kind things, and if anyone hated it, they didn’t write about it (which is nice, too).

And we like what we made, so we’re gonna make some more. Putting out a new Anything is a rollercoaster, and I bet everyone from the guy across the coffee shop from me to Lady Gaga gets these mood shifts when they finish a project. Overall, my review of releasing a folk pop album? 10/10 would do it again.

I also helped out at a great summer camp for teenage girls through Real Life Real Music at The Settlement Home in Austin. These kids have dealt with a lot in their few years on this planet, and we went in armed with nothing but some guitars and the aim of helping them write a song and record it in a week. Anytime you want to rattle loose your own weird creative hangups, help someone else write a song. It works!

So to recap: funk removal efforts Summer 2018 included travel, seeing music that makes you grateful to be alive, hanging out with positive, good people, helping other people make art, and making art.  Checkmate.

2018 Recap: Part One

23 Dec
2018

Wheeeeeeeew! Finally, a blog post.

I’ve been pondering a post or 3 for months, but here we are, nearing 2019 and I am finally getting to it. I thought I’d try to parse together this year and explain what’s been happening…once I figure out what’s been happening.

January 2018: Look, I won’t sugarcoat this. I felt BAD. I felt down. I felt a real sense of wasted time in the wrong place with the wrong timing and poor decisions. That’s vague because the feeling felt vague. This was probably in part to the new year vibe and all that brings, partially to being in Texas for a decade, which is a Milestone, and maybe your brain starts thinking You Should Have Something to Show For a Milestone. I thought about moving (I still think about moving), I thought about Getting A Real Job (oh please I have real jobs!), I thought about writing an EFF YOU Manifest to…who? Me. The world. I don’t know.

I went to New York City to see friends instead. It helped a little.

February 2018: I went to Folk Alliance. This could either sink or swim a mood like that, going to a big professional networking event as an introvert who is having a mild art and career grump-isode. Folk Alliance was lovely, mostly due to the tribe I traveled with – Mandy Rowden and I had a blast going there and back, I met my musical tourist buddy Heidi there, and Mary Chapin Carpenter gave a keynote that was perfect and delivered at just the right time. Also there were old friends and new musicians to see and late night hallway roaming. It was good. I still felt weird. I put Kansas City on the list of places to move based on their downtown brick building ratio alone. I made one vlog all year: this is it.


March 2018: Over in Social Thinkery land, which in part with gigging and teaching guitar is how I pay my rent and try to be of service to people in the world, something big happened. I joined the team to assist Eliza Gilkyson with her Kickstarter campaign. Eliza, if you do not know (AND YOU SHOULD) is an incredible artist, human, writer, musician, all of it. I first saw her play the Lensic in Santa Fe when I was in college, and she’s continued to be amazing in all things. We did the planning, the video, the launch, the campaign, the finish…and it was intense but it was a joy. We raised $55,000+ and Eliza made her beautiful album “Secularia” and it came out to rave reviews. Being a part of something like that was…transformative.

April 2018: I got a Spark Tattoo from Zulu. This was less of a life-changing moment and more of a “I knew that was supposed to be there and now it’s finally there.”


All the while in here I had the total joy and relief of recording at Aerie Studio with Mark Addison. We made a name for our project – onetwothreescream – and I kept bringing Mark songs and he kept making them into angry-glossy-fun-joyful folk pop tracks. We found a thing! We decided to make a record. Things were…good!


WHAT IS THIS, A REDEMPTION ARC? Maybe. There’s more coming in the next update…


I am a sucker for a motivational anything. I have books, I have podcasts, I have graphics saved on my phone, I have tweets favorited, I have t-shirts with positive messages written on them. There are a million and one people who will preach at you from their Youtube channels and their blogs and their books, all with the exact right way to do things. All of this is good, though much of it fades, or is a passing phase in my constant need to try and be better than I am at any given moment.

Except…Gary Vaynerchuk (or GaryVee as most of the world calls him) has changed my life more than a little bit. I saw him speak at SXSW a few years ago, and I got his book. I couldn’t help but be intrigued by his message and his absolute no bullshit way of putting things. DO STUFF. STOP COMPLAINING. START NOW. I’ve heard him say more than a few times that people should stop watching his videos and go out and do something, which is the most honest thing I’ve heard anyone say on Youtube…well, ever.

Most recently, Gary put up a video challenging people to start a side hustle — finding things at yard sales and thrift stores and flipping them. This was right up my alley for a multitude of reasons, and I thought the worst that could happen was I ended up with some stuff I had to donate back to the thrift store if I couldn’t flip it. But…turns out, I’m pretty good at flipping, and I love the thrill of the chase. Flipping stuff over the past year or so has supplemented my music/teaching/social media income and funded things like, oh…the Taylor Swift concert I am about to go to in a couple of weeks. Thanks, Gary.

While I can’t say I sat down specifically to write a GaryVee song, I know deep down that listening to his amazing rants and yelling at me through Youtube has a profound impact on my motivations in writing this song. Do The Work. Just start something. Stop thinking you’ll do it tomorrow. Hard work will win the day, even if the results are not immediately evident.

Sometimes I get really discouraged because this indie music folk pop songwriter scene is…well, it is what it is. Sometimes it seems like we’re all floating on our own little islands and I can’t seem to reach anyone else’s. Losing out on opportunities and then gaining others that weren’t even on my radar. Gathering Spotify spins, trying to get people to share the EP if they like it, explaining that yes, onetwothreescream is me and Mark and my songs that I wrote and an unabashed love of pop music and maybe, would you take a listen?

GaryVee is right though…keep at it, put some hustle into it, and realize that we live in a time when opportunity and access are more plentiful than ever.

Make something important, make something permanent. Do the work.

20 Years is a Thing

23 Aug
2018

Warning: navel-gazing ahead. It’s why I have a blog!

I’m in the weirdest summer mood. I have not had an unpleasant summer…it’s been a good one, actually. I took a notion to travel and see friends and music in June, when Texas had just started to assert its place in one of Dante’s rings, as it does every summer. I’ve been teaching. I’ve been writing. I put out an EP! But all the planets (or at least 5 of them) were in retrograde at one point in July and while I am never certain about how much stock I want to put into that sort of thing…the summer sludge is real, planetary or not.

So in between music and work and travel I have impulsively begun gutting my living space. It started with my CD collection. I have been amassing discs since I was a pre-teenager, and I decided it was time to let some of them go. Books, too…which almost kills me. What IF I want to read assigned text from my History of Eastern Europe: WWI class again? WHAT IF? (I will not). The CDs I can digitize. The books…there are Kindles and the Google to handle it. Fine.

I like to tuck things inside of things; I’ve been derailed on memory lane numerous times this past month. Notes passed in class in high school and recipes from my old roommates and dollar bills (yas!) have popped up. So have ticket stubs! I save them, but I never organize them. I bet there’s a scrapbooking aisle at Michael’s just for ticket stub organization. I have not been there.

Today I was digging around in a binder and I found this:

IMG_2259

It is from the very first time I saw Mary Chapin Carpenter play live. June 23, 1998, at the Paolo Soleri Amphitheater in Santa Fe. My high school guitar buddies, Laura and Leilani, went with me, and my parents drove us the 45 miles from Albuquerque to Santa Fe. I remember yelling a lot and singing along. I don’t remember much else, I was just so excited to be there. I met John Jennings for the first time. He was the kindest human being on the planet to a 15-year-old kid who was starstruck.

It took a minute to realize that 1998 was…20 years ago. As the typically unused numerological part of my brain kicked into gear, I realized that THIS year, I spent that very same week of June in Colorado and Idaho, seeing the mountains and…seeing Mary Chapin play again. 20 years later, here we both are.

IMG_0532

That kind of floored me. So much has changed, of course. One of my nephews was born that year, and he is in college now. My Dad and all my grandparents have passed on. I’ve lived in Texas for 12 years. The aforementioned Paolo Soleri Amphitheater in Santa Fe is not there anymore. We spin so fast on this blue ball that stuff shifts or flies off it completely with some regularity. A coping skill I have developed is to not think about it too much.

It’s been a weaving and winding couple of decades. I’d like to think I have grown like a messed up weed, shooting up tall and darting off side to side and working my way through my 20’s and (gasp) half my 30’s with some roots established while still waving new sprouts and leaves around awkwardly.

I’m grateful. Grateful for a glance back at the teenager, who I think would probably be ok with the path taken thus far. Thankful for these musical North Stars in my life that consistently give so much joy and meaning in new ways while providing a connection to how it all began. Grateful to MCC for making beautiful records and touring all this time.

I just got back from an incredible weekend in Washington, D.C. that included MCC’s final summer tour show at Wolf Trap and some historical wandering. I am pretty sure 15-year-old me would be very proud of my decision making skills in the music + travel department…I hope I continue to make that kid light up.

Happy 20 to MCC, thanks for everything. Here’s to many more!

#sippycupofgin #marychapincarpenter #happysummer

From the new onetwothreescream EP, Lit. A project brainstormed by me and Mark Addison. I wrote the song. Mark produced it. There’s an airplane in the track, that’s all Mark.

I got really freaked out over the prospect of nuclear war last summer. It seemed like neither leader was operating with a full deck, and perhaps ego was going to cause a launch of a thing that we couldn’t turn back from…but we’re still here. Lucky us.

Buy and stream it on onetwothreescream.com.

GOOD DAY! THERE’S A NEW EP OUT!

onetwothreescream lit

It’s called Lit. It’s 6 songs of pure weird folk pop. I wrote all the songs. Mark Addison produced it into heights of folk pop perfection. We recorded my folk rap (track 6) last summer and had such a good time we just kept going. This is what happens with you give two nerds of both different and same feathers the freedom to roam about the studio.

We call it onetwothreescream because we’re equal collaborators here and it’s WAY more fun to promote a project called ONETWOTHREESCREAM! The name comes from the thought that sometimes you just need to dance it off. Sometimes you wanna scream into a pillow (have you read the news lately?) This is an EP for all of that.

Susan Gibson sings all over this – that’s her awesome “oooo” chorus on Fault Lines, for one. And she plays banjo and bouzouki on Money & Heart.

Chris Taylor did the amazing artwork. Isn’t that kind how we all feel?

Turn it up. I hope you guys like it. We certainly loved making it. If you like it a lot, please share. This is how we’ll get the word out…we’re no publicists, we’re just folk pop. 

www.onetwothreescream.com (check out the site for all the links to all the stores!)

…as the kids say.

Oddly, I have a record coming out with Mark Addison (kids these days do NOT say “record” but I stubbornly do) in July and it is called Lit. More on that as the days roll on! Check out onetwothreescream.com, though.

I am pretty excited to go see my homie Michael O’Connor in Denver this month, too. We’re going to do a Concert Window on June 20th at 8:30 PM Tejas-Central time / 7:30 PM Mountain time. I always learn a whole bunch when I play with MOC and it’s gonna be a blast.

Check out the tour dates tab…I just added a bunch. Playing some very cool venues with some very cool people…be there.

Cookies in Sugar Land

16 May
2018

Makes sense that there’d be cookies at a house concert in Sugar Land, right? Thanks to Donna and her awesome hostessing at none other than Sugar Land House Concerts…these were the coolest cookies I have ever seen. She asked The Bearded Baker (of Cypress, TX) to make some cookies based on our album art. Check this out:

IMG_8706

I mean…really:

Ummmm....so Sugar Land House Concerts paired up with The Bearded Baker and my album cover is a cookie now! Holy moly. 😍 @sugarlandhouseconcerts @thebeardedbakertx

We were chuffed, as they say across the pond.

IMG_8707

top