it's so cold

So November apparently was the month where I forgot I play music, or for that matter even breathed, because there was no update :/
Terribly sorry, but in other news, I think i'm settled on how I want to approach some things in life. I'm beginning to take things more easier than I have in the past, and I'm learning to have fun with this music thing. I sold maybe 10 or so City Love EP's being my short time in Nashville, which was cool, but I wanted to have more than just that. "How was Nashville?" seems to be my most asked question of my entire life, so to save you all a questions time, I'll let you all know that i'm not done there. Nashville is great, with many different opportunities. It's really hard to bring all of it in for the 5 months I was there, so I may find myself there around March 2009, but let's just say i'm on vacation right now or something, and leave it at that. Oh, and you didn't think I'd keep you updated with my musical terms, now did you? Well, at first I didn't have any clever/cool ideas about what to put on something so awaited. So I think the best album arts are usually displayed through photos or paintings/sketches, giving a vision of what an album may suprise you with.
There will be 10 to 12 songs on here, and maybe this will be a complete fluke, regretful flaw, or unbelievable success. We'll find out when it happens.

*and happy late thanksgiving to everyone who I didn't see, and merry early christmas for those who celebrate it.
-j

wishing I was cool

So a very curious few of you want to know what I did on my 19th birthday.
This picture explains it all:

Beside the fact of writing/recording most of the day, it settled down with a nice, home-made cake topped off with a football Dr. Pepper. The cake was strawberry, and the bowl it was baked in was made out of bit and pieces of love. The Dr. Pepper...well...the ingredients are on the can if you want to know what that's made out of.
The dog, her name is Penny. She's very annoying. But she kept scratching my leg with her Wolverine-like nails, so I picked her up for the best seat in the house.
My cat Jack Benny was MIA at the moment.

And the stuff behind me, well...the most I know about it is that it's

easy to knock over and very breakable.

Afterwards I went and got myself a suit, because I think 19 is a great time to treat yourself to a new suit. And if you're a girl reading this, new shoes.

I think I crawled into bed early and just sat and thought about the nothingness of things. Nothing too special really. But I think this year around was a more mellow, easygoing selective than the usual birthday bash.

by this time, by next month

As far as I know, everything's been progressing pretty smoothly, but at the same time I feel like nothing is moving(though things really are).
I think you have be sitting still, mentally and physically to see just how far you've come in whatever it is you're doing. I've been listening to alot more jazzy type stuff(literally) and grunge/alternative/metal. Maybe this will effect my own style. Maybe it won't.
Maybe I won the lotto...maybe you did. maybe i'm an idiot. maybe I didn't capitalize that "m" on that last sentence. oh well.

that's all for this mediocre entry.

-jeremy

i'm not sure, i'm never sure

So as most of you know, i've recently posted some songs that I recorded straight out of my own house. They're not the greatest recordings, but I put something up in the meantime of me getting into the studio for the first time. Until then, you'll just have to help me cross fingers on this one...

-j

practice and improve

for some reason I always end up updating you guys and girls really early in the morning, for example, it's 2:28 AM, very unappropriate for a blog update. but oh fiddly diddly, who cares.

right now i'm kind of in the middle of my first album. using a metaphor if you will, there's this timeline...say...from 1908 to 2008...and overall i'm somewhere in 1967 or so...when things begin to change. I couldn't tell you exactly how to describe my sound. One whole week may consist of just piano tracks i've layed out, or heavy bass guitars with sitars mixed with distorted, light organs and spacious sounds. i'm getting really creative and am planning on having a really unique, inspiring first album. well...at least that's the general plan.

I'm beginning to reach that point where I can't get much bigger, so i have to get better. Putting out an album, by yourself, is really more work than I thought, but i'm managing it well for such an early endeavor. I do want to go ahead and mention that a song I wrote 3 years ago in my room in oklahoma, called Let Me Explain, is going to be pitched to the band Yes. I, personally, haven't heard of them until i found this out. But I listened to them and just thought "Something I wrote from a first time love is being pitched to a band like this?" I would have never thought...and still 'till this day i'm in awe sometimes. Maybe because I don't believe it, or i'm always hard on myself.

but mostly i wake up every afternoon, stretch out a bit, run through some exercises for my playing abilities, and begin the creative process once again. my mind is alot like that myspace layout you see right now. a big, beautiful mess with lots of detail and color.

hopefully that will be the same description for this first cd.

The album is expected to be called "Soft And Out Loud".

jeremy

Everything Starts

Briefly, I will tell you how this all got started.

I was right before the second monday of August, right before my junior year in high school was about to begin, when it had been all summer long with me working. I had a 61-key, lighted keyboard my brother had given me a little before that time, but never played it much because I wasn't confident enough to get serious about it.
(you have to keep in mind, at that time in any teenagers life, and with parents who had doubts in what dreams you have always had since anyone had first fell in love with music, it was really hard thinking of chasing a dream that nobody else could see)
Well back to the story, it was mid-junior year when I had Mrs. Johnson's advanced choir 6th period, and luckily there was a piano in there. So I had the chance whenever we were done singing, to learn a bit more about the piano and different chords there were, and things were slowly starting to piece themselves together.
I, and still am, trained by ear and pick up on anything, in any tune. So having an ear, and being very experimental in different styles, genres, and ways to play it, it was a definite advantage growing more, musically.
The most special part of this was the friends who supported me. And by that, I mean the people who told me if not daily, at least once a week, that I could go places with this, and that "I was getting better at the piano". I couldn't, and don't think any famous, successful musician, at any extent, can explain the thanks owe'd to the people who support musicians. It's really friends and family who make an artist, unless they are born wealthy, then that's an entirely different playground of it's own. No offense who started out in money, but this is something coming from someone who certainly doesn't have that issue locked in their pocket.
After friends confirmed their opinions, by the end of senior year, with numerous coffee shop shows at Jah Jah's, with maybe 15 people or so on a good night, I was scared on even thinking such a decision about making music as serious as I wanted it to be. I mean, I want to give everyone what they would expect from me, (especially to all you old school fans out there), but create every note in what could be a very good start for me, for my pure enjoyment.
People can run alongside of me as far as liking it or not. Freedom of decision, I'd like to proclaim.

So to any promoters, lovers, fans, familia, street perfomers, bro's, ho's, or anything that go's,
aliens, animals, artists, bands, band members, band managers, labels, producers, actors, hippies, or simply children of the sun....

thank you for continuing this reality with me.

-jeremy

the Seahorse Chicken

This specimen was found by an anonymous friend of an archaeologist. It appears to be the Seahorse Chicken, long lost after the worlds first Ice Age era. Many believe this was the evidence that chicken and seahorse alike could love one another, and things would be okay. Sadly, Mr. Sanders, from the KFC gang, thought other wise, and burned this poor creature to it's crisps, and buried it thousands of years ago. This was found in Okmulgee, OK at a local cafe. The discovery was made by Will.

-jeremy

in keys of great

okay, so this gonna be my last entry for awhile, because who blogs every other day? honestly. this is more like a part II to the previous one...
I just wanted to ask you all out there, is it weird for being completely obsessed with your own music? Something you create from the ground up? I really can't describe how things are going at the moment. I mean, usually any typical artist creates something, may or may not like it, but have it out there to see what other people think about it. As for me, i've astounded myself this time around, and can't wait for you to hear what i've put a lot of time and work into(and a little bit of TLC)

::keys of eight::
An an arena, astrological, preppy, runway/modeling, life-story, sideprojectfromametalheadkid sound that will speak for itself.





also, i have a cat named Neo. he is the bomb.com

being wickedly moderate(a slight grin)

Sometimes I get fed up with musicians. "Hey, look at me and what I can do" or "Come check me out at yadayada.com/asdfjklp", when they're really not all that as they say they are. I'm going to leave you with this: If you like what hear from me, that's hard for me to believe. And if you don't, that's okay too. But I make music to make me happy. People have just sorta grown in with it.
This is my way of saying thanks to all. I never intended to get this far. Really. It's almost unfair.

This morning when I woke up watching a show called Hurl. It's where random people are selected to eat an enormous amount of food in a short time given, if lasted before throwing up, they spin in a wheel to try to throw up, but can't, for they win $1000 if they don't. I want to try it. I have a thing for flavors.


(And I used way too many similes and metaphors. I need to quit wasting so much. There are kids in this world who are desperately needing similes and metaphors, and here I am just...wasting. Uhh..)

-j

mountains

Being in Nashville, there's a lot of local comfort where i'm currently at right now(eastern side). The stores and people that's in them are mellow. Everyone is very laid back. No one is in a hurry to do much, but they're trying to get much done. The altitude is still a bit nausiating, but i'll adapt to that once i'm more used to it. Some things here are quite stranger though. Like for example, you could be going straight, decide to turn left, and it would be called Francis St.(for example), and if you would choose left, it's Parker St. And how driver's from Texas, that drive here, are much slower driver's than the one's from Texas that drive there in Texas. I still don't get how that works out, but hey, there's some things that just can't be explained. Kinda like scene kids.

Well, time to magnet a band and start booking shows.

road to success? try a highway...

I'm sitting here at my house in Henryetta, in an office, a few days away from leaving everything that I grew up with behind...homelife, school, friends, and the family I have here. To take on what will be my biggest challenge yet, and have the most missed part of my family there with me to endure it with. Growing up has definitely been this devious, sneaky, humble but unpleasant thief that decides what it wants to take away and give something different in return. I will, undeniably, miss every single person I've made friends with here in Oklahoma. I feel i've been known in so many areas, some definitely for the wrong, but most for the right, and it's a farewell. Almost like graduating again, but to musical extent. I've chosen this new life...no, it's chosen around me, and i'm just giving into it(finally...). There's no telling what kind of switches will flip once everything begins to settle when i've up and gone, but oh.....is it ever so exciting to go places you've never been, better yet, to live there.

jeremy