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My songs are now on Spotify!


Thanks to Fandalism Distro, my songs are now on Spotify. Of course, they all have “- true mix” suffixed to each track, but that bug will be fixed next week.

It took only a couple of days after that original email to get the EP online on Spotify. As for iTunes? Well, it should be up sooner or later.

To check out the music on Spotify, just go to Your Secret Identity!

Fandalism Distro is back on track

I did say that I’ll be updating you all with the latest on Fandalism Distro. So here’s one.

This morning I got an email from the maker of Fandalism stating that his development is back on track, and there are over 700 albums waiting to be inserted into Spotify, Google Play, and iTunes.

He can only submit 100 albums for the first week, so I expect to see my music uploaded on Saturday — or hopefully on my birthday (HINT HINT).

The best part of Fandalism Distro, and Philip Kaplan is quick to constantly point this out, is that his service, Fandalism Distro, will be the fastest way to submit music to these three stores. You upload your songs to the site, and “within minutes” the songs will be submitted to the respective stores.

Of course, then there’s iTunes’ and Spotify’s 1-3 day waiting period (Google has 14).

Some time this week he will hammer out the details of payment. And I have yet to see the Analytics pages. But I will go over the processes with you once I have seen them. Sit tight, true believers!

Three videos of cover songs



Over the weekend I recorded three cover songs on video. Two of them were previously recorded and shared here in the blog, but the first one isn’t. I hope you enjoy.


“Always Something There” by Naked Eyes

“The Final Countdown” by Europe

“Daydream Believer” by the Monkees

Ramona, on my mind (Cover Song)

Why should I have nothing to fear from?

About two years ago I sat down in the theatre and was blown away by the film Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. It almost broke my record for film seen most times in a cinema, a record currently held by Fight Club In time for the DVD release, I decided to record a cover. There is a video somewhere, and that video is where I got this audio.

Ladies and gentlemen, originally by Beck, I give you this song: Ramona

Also, here’s the video where the original recording came from. I overdubbed the extra vocals and instruments from the live track.

(Original Image by VietNguyen)

Cover song: Colorblind

I am ready. 

I had been putting this off for a while. This morning I stared at my leftover Dunkin’ Donuts coffee from last night. The piano was already powered on earlier, when I tried playing a Damien Rice song. This song popped into my head, as these things tend to do.

It’ll remind some people of riding up an escalator, and there’s Ryan Philippe waiting for you. Me, I’m always reminded of an unrelated scene, where Sarah Michelle Gellar is pulled outside, her little crucifix cocaine holder is emptied out all over the ground.

Weird image to associate with the movie, and generally more shocking than my second image: involving her and Selma Blair.

I think I was talking about it last night, too. Anyway, here it is. Me on piano and vocals. And flute. And strings. Watch out. I play with a very free tempo.


I played at an open mic in a bar on Tuesday

(note: this was written on Tuesday night)

Went to an open mic at a local place called Club Capri. Been going there for a few weeks, couple months. On and off. Tonight I played a few songs.

  1. Heartless Bastard – Robots and Racecars
  2. The Final Countdown – Europe
  3. It’s Not Unusual – Tom Jones
  4. Close To You – Your Secret Identity

And then a friend of mine said he was glad I am playing music again. And said even some other guy (known by the rather dubious moniker Pickles) enjoyed the set.

Maybe I should do this more often. I remember when a guy named Ben Garvey would mock me for playing the big radio hits of the era (which, honestly, were some pretty doubleplusungood songs) and he was one of the first to teach me that not all radio music is good. Or, rather, that good music is not just what one hears on the radio, and that most good songs don’t even get to see the light of radio AirPlay.

I guess I just really am looking to find the old me again. The me that had a budding love for art, and wasn’t too tied up in material possessions, and didn’t make really stupid decisions.

It’s good to know that that person is still with me. I just need to find him again.