Forgotten songs

I was compiling the new lyrics page and someone pointed out that there’s a bunch of songs missing.   This was one of them (from 2005’s “24 Hours” recording.

And a French group covering the song.

Don’t Think Twice

Return to Lowell

I’ll be playing the Town and the City Festival in Lowell on April 26th, may even include this one in the set.

 

Big thanks!


Greed

Someone asked me about writing a song about Greed, but I already wrote on.   Greed for power is pretty much behind all the worlds problems at this point, probably always has been.   If they could just wake up to the fact that they’ll have to give all back in the end (when they die), maybe the spiritual transformation could happen sooner than later.

The Thanksgiving speech

Thanksgiving speech and the spontaneous nature of creation.

I stood up and gave a Thanksgiving speech at the age of 6 that floored everyone in the room, and I don’t remember it, at least accurately, and the family still talks about it. You might say it was an immortal moment in my childhood.

And since, and in Irish fashion, they speak and joke about it lovingly and for years challenged me to “one up it.” You know, “do it better,” and that will never happen and I’ll tell you why.

I could give a speech that’s better and they’ll never hear it as being better.
The spontaneous nature of creation that is completely “in the moment” has a great magic to it that can’t be replicated (this is common with children as they don’t have self judgment and they do it naturally).   As adults we still do it all the time in conversations, problem solving, and decision making, but to stand on a stage, that’s another thing.

The very act of trying to replicate it, to me, is futile because as I previously stated, no matter how good it is, it won’t be the original (in other words, I would have to do something new).

The solution is to go and make something else instead of trying to recreate the past.

Can’t Wait

Don’t feel bad, most everyone didn’t make it either

When any system becomes “inverted” and can no longer sustain itself, it will crash on it’s own (scientists, economists, any regulated fields understand the obvious)…however…meanwhile in the arts world…or what might now be called the fame world…the adventure continues…

I had a dear friend spend quarter of a million dollars sending his daughter to music school, in his own words “to learn how to be famous.”
Today, she’s not, but the bills are real.

Don’t feel bad, most everyone didn’t make it either.

There are those who are making great art (music, film, writing) but a larger amount are simply chasing the algorithm, the popular trend: they are marketed to, lied to, extorted from, and played upon by their desires to be famous (which may or may not coincide with the desire to be rich, everyone’s different).

The musician, or what was the working musician, has become the customer.

The very basic human want to be loved and desired, isn’t a bad thing but it can be perverted by the want to be famous.

The artists will stand apart from those who are just trying to be famous.

(below snapshots of advertising videos I get on my page) remember…I’m the product.


Trusting the #’s and the platforms

I got into a great place in 2010 with “Let Me” if was in the top 10 downloads on Amazon and so my social media accounts
got hit with requests. Genuine requests, just many of them over a week or two.

My friend “adds” were so many that myspace closed my account and I lost everything. Luckily I knew someone with connections and I got it back. But the trust was gone.

Hard lessons indeed…when you realize someone can flip a switch somewhere.

I’ve had a bunch of friends lose their “place” pages as well as their personal ones too.

I’m glad I have a home here.

Lyrics Page Updated

All songs are now alphabetized (no longer by record), go the Lyrics Page.

“Just” final is in

Portsmouth Music Hall

Final mix videos are coming in

Thanksgiving speech

(I found this, written on Thanksgiving 2019)

Thanksgiving speech and the spontaneous nature of creation…

I stood up and gave a Thanksgiving speech at the age of 6 that floored everyone in the room, and I don’t remember it, at least accurately, and the family still talks about it. You might say it was an immortal moment in my childhood.
And since, and in Irish fashion, they speak and joke about it lovingly and for years challenged me to “one up it.” You know, “do it better,” and that will never happen and I’ll tell you why. I could give a speech that’s better and they’ll never hear it as being better.
The spontaneous nature of creation that is completely “in the moment” has a great magic to it that can’t be replicated (this is common with children as they don’t have self judgment and they do naturally). As adults we still do it all the time in conversations, problem solving, and decision making, but to stand on a stage, that’s another thing.
The very act of trying to replicate it, to me, is futile (kind of like my distaste for tribute bands) because as I previously stated, no matter how good it is, it won’t be the original (in other words, I would have to be 6 again).
The solution is to make something entirely new.

My Thanksgiving speech might go something like this:

On the eve of 2020, while the world watches itself, trying to understand and perceive the totality of conditions on a planet through the small screens of their trusty hand companions, I might make my own suggestion and offering even if it may be a trickle of water added to the billions of voices that make up the river.

We alone, own and control ourselves, our focus, our ability to feel, love, and shed tears at the sounds and images that move us towards our mortality and our humanity, and that in a time, not unlike the times that have come before and the times that will no doubt always exist in the future, we each stand up and turn the camera off so that we might actually be “with” the sunset instead of taking pictures of it, and so we each have the power to become renegades and healers in our own ways.

My deepest thanks to all of you who choose to stay connected, “around the dinner table” if you prefer, because that’s what brings meaning….to just about everything.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone….

Evan

“Visions of a Dancer”


Endless Summer (or Endless Summers)

Rumble Mix #15 is 3 different versions of this song, and that’s not even all of them.
The first being the original from “Loyalty” the second being the funk make-over from this past Fall and the final being the solo acoustic version from the 2020 record “Renegades and Healers.”

The song is an argument for self empowerment in the act of changing your mind about something, or anything.
It’s about waking up, looking around, listening and feeling.
Lyrics below.

The Endless Summer

It’s a desert of sand
until you reach the water
It’s just a vision
Until the sand burns your skin

And you know that you’ve been here before
Don’t know why you ran away
All you had to do is change direction

The endless summer is calling you
There’s nothing that you need to do
You’re already there
You decide to close your eyes
and let the sun soak your sorrow away

There’s a sweet sound in your ear
Until it’s gone forever
But when it comes back
You know it can always stay
And you know that you heard it before
Don’t know why you stopped listening
All you had to do was use your ear

The endless summer is calling you
There’s nothing that you need to do
You’re already there
You decide to close your eyes
and let the sun soak your sorrow away

Let the sun soak your sorrow away
Let the sun soak your sorrow away
Let the sun soak your sorrow away

“I Can See”

To all my snowed in friends…enjoy!

Rumble Counts for a Winter Storm

I was asked which Rumble Mix was the best.  I have no idea but maybe the “play count” might help decide which one to check out first?   These are the play counts as of this afternoon.

#1. (241)

#2. (102)

#3.  (92)

#4. (163)

#5. (251)

#6.  (11)

#7.  (12)

#8.  (12)

#9.  (20)

#10 (9)

#11. (39)

#12. (14)

#13 (just went up)