As I go through my life, I've come to realize that I've made it this far for a number of reasons.One is that I have a very strong belief in Allah (God), I had very strong parents and siblings. I've had very strong loves, and a host of other things. The string that attachs them all is life lines.
Life lines are those little sayings and phrases that are mostly meant as allegory, but are quite useful tidbits.
Here are a few of them, and then I'll get more into the post I'm writing...
"Every cloud has a silver lining,"my Mother used to tell us that all the time, and it has helped to lift me up when I have felt blue or sad (I've spewed that alot lately...). "The fool finds dreams the cheapest road to glory, but the wiseman knows the high price of awakening. My Father told me some variation of that, during his life. I feel that he meant that one needs to do the work necessary in life in order to live it fully; just a dream alone won't get you there. My Vickie used to tell me to "only fight worthwhile battles."
People, places, the things they do, and the times that they do them. This is a line from the hit TV series NYPD Blue as told by Andy Sipowicz (played brilliantly by Dennis Franz).That line has really stayed with me and has helped me to understand the nature of people, and how to move myself through the world.
"We must live in a world of reality and not delusion," My friend Robin told me this just last night, and it forms the basis of my post today.
Every one of us aspires to be something. From loved to respected, and everything in between. But are we being delusional or are we living in reality? Are we willing to do the work necessary to make those dreams come true or are we just holding on to a senseless dream.
The only true answer to those questions can some when we face some honest facts about ourselves.
It's one thing to be lucky and get granted a wish, but it's another thing altogether to sustain it for a long period.
I've been playing music for alot of years and I often wonder why, and how some bands and singers make it and some don't.
What I realize is that some of these folks used those life lines to shore them up when they felt as though they were going to falter.They took the love and encouragement that they were given by loved ones to help steer them to their destinations.
Many is the time when I have to call for my life lines to pick me up, but I'm thankful that as I sail on my ocean, my life lines keep me bouyant.
I also realize that there are folks who are in dire need of a life line. Those folks live by the seat of their pants and hope that someone will come along and rescue them...that's delusional, especially if you know better....one does not get on a boat without some form of protection,nor would you jump out of plane without a parachute.
So why on earth would you live so vicariously?
I think that so many of us hope for the best but don't prepare for it.
Over the years that I've been a Carpenter Ant member, I used to simply get annoyed with our direction, but I started having various revelations about it too. I realize that what we're doing is preparing. This doesn't mean that we're poised to become big stars ( that could be percieved as delusional...), but that we're open to, at this stage of our lives any greater possiblity. In short we perform more than any band around here that I know of, we've gotten some great notariety. All by living in the real world. We do what we do as a group, if we don't like a particular style, we simply try something else.
Let's face it, alot of bands and singers don't have that luxury. Most bands have to labor through the holidays away from family and friends. We have the luxury to slow down during that time. It's really cool.
So while I still dream of bigger stages, I'm not sweating the smaller ones, and I'm saving my life lines for the things that are truly necessary...living in life.
I hope that all of you have a wonderful holiday season. I look forward to seeing and hearing from you.
Just remember...
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The Warmth of the Holiday (Food for Thought)
Musicians like any army, travels on its stomach. Meaning we love to eat, and seeing how this is the Thanksgiving weekend, I figured now is as good a time as any to tell you just how much we like to eat.
Unless we're making thousands of dollars, which let's face it most of ain't, the best we can hope for is to get a good meal out of the deal.
For those reasons most musicians either get hooked up with someone who can cook, or we take it upon ourselves to be good cooks. For me it's kinda both...My late wife Vickie was a great cook, I love to cook ( as evidenced by my picture...), and now that Vickie is gone from my life, my friend Robin has taken over.
Tonight for dinner she made turkey and dumplings, and it knocked me out of my socks it was so good..
Usually, we try to leave some leftovers for the next few days for lunches and etc. but this meal gave its life for service to my stomach, it died a proud American meal.
In the course of my life and especially since I've been a musician, what I haven't made in dollars, I've made up for in meals.
In the band we've been fortunate enough to do some pretty aggresive travel over the years and we've eaten in some really great places along the way.
You know a meal is good when you start singing songs in your mind like.... MMM MMM MMM MMM MMMMM !!!
Don't laugh, you know I'm telling the truth here...
Anyway, during the warmth of the holiday, I wanted to give you all some food for thought.Enjoy your meals, dine well, remember that there are those less fortunate, keep them in your prayers and feed them when you can. Sharing food is like sharing music, it's an experience best shared with others.
Happy holidays everybody.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Unless we're making thousands of dollars, which let's face it most of ain't, the best we can hope for is to get a good meal out of the deal.
For those reasons most musicians either get hooked up with someone who can cook, or we take it upon ourselves to be good cooks. For me it's kinda both...My late wife Vickie was a great cook, I love to cook ( as evidenced by my picture...), and now that Vickie is gone from my life, my friend Robin has taken over.
Tonight for dinner she made turkey and dumplings, and it knocked me out of my socks it was so good..
Usually, we try to leave some leftovers for the next few days for lunches and etc. but this meal gave its life for service to my stomach, it died a proud American meal.
In the course of my life and especially since I've been a musician, what I haven't made in dollars, I've made up for in meals.
In the band we've been fortunate enough to do some pretty aggresive travel over the years and we've eaten in some really great places along the way.
You know a meal is good when you start singing songs in your mind like.... MMM MMM MMM MMM MMMMM !!!
Don't laugh, you know I'm telling the truth here...
Anyway, during the warmth of the holiday, I wanted to give you all some food for thought.Enjoy your meals, dine well, remember that there are those less fortunate, keep them in your prayers and feed them when you can. Sharing food is like sharing music, it's an experience best shared with others.
Happy holidays everybody.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
That Rainy Day Soundtrack
It's a safe bet that on a day like today (it's gloomy and rainy here in the Charleston, WV area...), you might be sitting at home anxiously waiting for the football game to start, or you might be getting that Sunday dinner prepared and ready to go, or you maybe wondering what the heck to do with your day just in general...
Me, I'm thinking about music. I'm sitting here at the computer trying to write you some sensible words to help you through your week.
Truth is, today I just got nothin', Now no one is at fault here for that, least wise, me, it's just that today is one of those days that I have to rely on that rainy day soundtrack to get me through the day.
All of us have those times when words just don't need to be spoken, but the music still to be playing.
Music does so much for our souls, just like food and water, it lifts us out of the duldrums.
As I'm writing I'm also listening to saxophonist David Sanborn's CD "Another Hand," and the song that's got my juices flowing is "Hobbies."If you could be here in my house right now, you'd get a funny sight seeing me shaking and grooving all over.
I don't feel like doing squat, but I'm jumping around like a crazy person...it's too funny. Even my cat Sarasue left the room.
Days like today are rare for me, because I try to be so focused, but really sometimes when the sun isn't shining I go into gloom mode, and since I don't think it's a good idea for me to drink or anything remotely like that I have to get through my day the best way that I can, so click on iTunes and become my own DJ, and get to feeling better.
Don't let your mood stop you from enjoying your life, just drop a CD in, or go out and catch some live music. Hum along and dance as you set yourself up to feel better, about your day and your life.
I love you all. Have a great week.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Me, I'm thinking about music. I'm sitting here at the computer trying to write you some sensible words to help you through your week.
Truth is, today I just got nothin', Now no one is at fault here for that, least wise, me, it's just that today is one of those days that I have to rely on that rainy day soundtrack to get me through the day.
All of us have those times when words just don't need to be spoken, but the music still to be playing.
Music does so much for our souls, just like food and water, it lifts us out of the duldrums.
As I'm writing I'm also listening to saxophonist David Sanborn's CD "Another Hand," and the song that's got my juices flowing is "Hobbies."If you could be here in my house right now, you'd get a funny sight seeing me shaking and grooving all over.
I don't feel like doing squat, but I'm jumping around like a crazy person...it's too funny. Even my cat Sarasue left the room.
Days like today are rare for me, because I try to be so focused, but really sometimes when the sun isn't shining I go into gloom mode, and since I don't think it's a good idea for me to drink or anything remotely like that I have to get through my day the best way that I can, so click on iTunes and become my own DJ, and get to feeling better.
Don't let your mood stop you from enjoying your life, just drop a CD in, or go out and catch some live music. Hum along and dance as you set yourself up to feel better, about your day and your life.
I love you all. Have a great week.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Find The Middle
When I was young I was very over zealous at times; especially when I wanted something. Whether it was food or fun, didn't matter, I had to have it right there and then.
While visiting some friends of our family one Sunday, I was doing my usual ranting and whining, and as usual, it got on everyone's nerves.
At some point my Mother decided that she had had enough of it, and tried to warn me about doing this in front of company...all to no avail. It was in that moment that I crossed to a point of no return.
My Father took me outside and whipped me good. During that session he uttered the words that I'll remember til I'm no longer on this Earth; "be a guest and not a pest."
Herein lies the story of today's posting...
Find the middle.
I learned a very valid lesson that day which I hope serves me at this stage of my life.
Sometime in the quest to further oneself in their chosen field (mine of course is music...) we can become over zealous, and forget that there are many layers of work that need to be done to get where we're going.
You need a balance of belief in yourself, you need the belief of others, you need to be prepared, and you need to be a bit lucky. All of those systems have to find the middle, and when they do (as well as if they do...) you'll find that you can face so much more joy.
For musicians we could enjoy the freedom to express ourselves our way. For the fan, they can feel connected to us thereby creating a following, which falls in the category of belief from others. For the people who could possibly fund that dream, they could feel as though their monies are well spent. See, we're all coming to the same corner.
It's very sad to me when fans go out of their way to help us and we turn a blind eye toward them. Not only does it create a completely bad vibe, but it undermines and jeopardizes your efforts to have people come through those doors, and fill up those seats to hear you.
Water is a necessary element to make flowers bloom, when a drop hits a petal, that's when they have found the middle. One does not exist without the other.
So remember always what my Dad said, and don't get yourself whipped by life. Walk slowly, speak softly, but earnestly, raise your water can up and water your flower. Sit your water can down, relax and love what you helped to create.
My friends, go out and find the middle.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
While visiting some friends of our family one Sunday, I was doing my usual ranting and whining, and as usual, it got on everyone's nerves.
At some point my Mother decided that she had had enough of it, and tried to warn me about doing this in front of company...all to no avail. It was in that moment that I crossed to a point of no return.
My Father took me outside and whipped me good. During that session he uttered the words that I'll remember til I'm no longer on this Earth; "be a guest and not a pest."
Herein lies the story of today's posting...
Find the middle.
I learned a very valid lesson that day which I hope serves me at this stage of my life.
Sometime in the quest to further oneself in their chosen field (mine of course is music...) we can become over zealous, and forget that there are many layers of work that need to be done to get where we're going.
You need a balance of belief in yourself, you need the belief of others, you need to be prepared, and you need to be a bit lucky. All of those systems have to find the middle, and when they do (as well as if they do...) you'll find that you can face so much more joy.
For musicians we could enjoy the freedom to express ourselves our way. For the fan, they can feel connected to us thereby creating a following, which falls in the category of belief from others. For the people who could possibly fund that dream, they could feel as though their monies are well spent. See, we're all coming to the same corner.
It's very sad to me when fans go out of their way to help us and we turn a blind eye toward them. Not only does it create a completely bad vibe, but it undermines and jeopardizes your efforts to have people come through those doors, and fill up those seats to hear you.
Water is a necessary element to make flowers bloom, when a drop hits a petal, that's when they have found the middle. One does not exist without the other.
So remember always what my Dad said, and don't get yourself whipped by life. Walk slowly, speak softly, but earnestly, raise your water can up and water your flower. Sit your water can down, relax and love what you helped to create.
My friends, go out and find the middle.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
I Dream a World
I've spent alot of time in my life just getting on with it. I mean to say that I've given quite a bit of thought to looking at my life from the spectator seat. That's not necessarily a bad thing per se' it's just that I wonder at times how I got to this point.
I led a fairly normal childhood; it was full and fun and mysterious, all at the same time, but I used to lie in my yard in the Bronx and be perplexed as hell about my life, and wonder just what I'm wondering today. I'd look up at the clouds and imagine a world beyond Mulvey Avenue. I guess at heart what I really am is an explorer, and maybe even a pioneer.I actually dreamed beyond my fence and saw my life as fulfilling and spiritually fulfilled.
Most of my dreams have come true, even though a few times they've been deferred.
I'm trying really hard to stay positive, but just now and again I feel like going off.(don/t worry, that's not where I am currently...).That same sense of wonder at times makes me wonder. I'm proud that I have survived so much, but at what cost? I've lost family, friends and now a second wife and child but something deep compels me to get on with it, to keep on keepin' on as it were.
That something is music...I feel it so deeply that it keeps me here, and pushes me to carry on even when I don't want to.
Why is that ? The truth is I feel that Allah has me here to reach out to folks and tell them that it's going to be alright.
I wanna cry sometimes ( and I do...) at the thought of where I see the world heading. It saddens me to know that in this age of technlogy and closeness we can't find the one thing that would fulfill us all...peace.
It's hard to think that of all the great songs out there in the world that we still treat each other like we don't care about each other.
The really crazy thing is that we can't go anywhere else. We may explore space, but right this minute we can't live there. Earth is all we've got, yet we act as though the heck with it, I'm just gonna go to the Moon and live, or some other planet.,
The simple fact is we have to dream a world, we have to see that person right next to us as a viable life, and realize that we are all we've got; warts and all.
That poor young man at Rutgers should still be with us. My Vickie should still be with us.
In Islam we say that man plans and Allah plans, but Allah is the best of planners; but I'm sure that even Allah didn't plan on us being this divisive, and He created the world.
My heart goes out to that young man's family, please know that real people loved and cared about your son,. I hope that out of this tragedy someone somewhere will see me, and love me for me (metaphorically speaking...), and realize that I dream a world.
Please go out today and listen to live music, and just get on with it.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always, and use it to heal yourself.
I led a fairly normal childhood; it was full and fun and mysterious, all at the same time, but I used to lie in my yard in the Bronx and be perplexed as hell about my life, and wonder just what I'm wondering today. I'd look up at the clouds and imagine a world beyond Mulvey Avenue. I guess at heart what I really am is an explorer, and maybe even a pioneer.I actually dreamed beyond my fence and saw my life as fulfilling and spiritually fulfilled.
Most of my dreams have come true, even though a few times they've been deferred.
I'm trying really hard to stay positive, but just now and again I feel like going off.(don/t worry, that's not where I am currently...).That same sense of wonder at times makes me wonder. I'm proud that I have survived so much, but at what cost? I've lost family, friends and now a second wife and child but something deep compels me to get on with it, to keep on keepin' on as it were.
That something is music...I feel it so deeply that it keeps me here, and pushes me to carry on even when I don't want to.
Why is that ? The truth is I feel that Allah has me here to reach out to folks and tell them that it's going to be alright.
I wanna cry sometimes ( and I do...) at the thought of where I see the world heading. It saddens me to know that in this age of technlogy and closeness we can't find the one thing that would fulfill us all...peace.
It's hard to think that of all the great songs out there in the world that we still treat each other like we don't care about each other.
The really crazy thing is that we can't go anywhere else. We may explore space, but right this minute we can't live there. Earth is all we've got, yet we act as though the heck with it, I'm just gonna go to the Moon and live, or some other planet.,
The simple fact is we have to dream a world, we have to see that person right next to us as a viable life, and realize that we are all we've got; warts and all.
That poor young man at Rutgers should still be with us. My Vickie should still be with us.
In Islam we say that man plans and Allah plans, but Allah is the best of planners; but I'm sure that even Allah didn't plan on us being this divisive, and He created the world.
My heart goes out to that young man's family, please know that real people loved and cared about your son,. I hope that out of this tragedy someone somewhere will see me, and love me for me (metaphorically speaking...), and realize that I dream a world.
Please go out today and listen to live music, and just get on with it.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always, and use it to heal yourself.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
"It Be's Like That Sometime."
Back in the day (which day, I'm not quite sure, or maybe I just don't remember...), there used to be a saying in the Black community that reflected the mood of most folks who felt powerless, and without much hope."It be's like that sometime."
As a striving musician at times I get that same feeling, but then I stop and realize that my destiny is in my own hands. Sink or swim, my fate is mine and only Allah can say whether or not it is for me to have.
I listen to musicians complain about how the industry just won't give any breaks, there are no agents to come see our band. we hate doing cover tunes and a myriad of other things, but the truth is you have to really be on your game when you play music; you've got to take these songs put your own flair into them and make them yours.
Yeah, I get tired of doing endless versions of "Brown Eyed Girl," but I still try to make my girl stand out from the rest.
I recently sat in with my old band here and although they are the covermasters, I found myself having a a ball, in the same way that I do when I play with the Carpenter Ants.
All of this leads me to believe wholeheartedly in what I'm saying here...you have to have fun with this, it be's like that sometime.
For years I've been going to a particular dentist's office. It's just him and his office manager. Whenever I leave there I realize how lucky I am to have found him.
What does this have to do with music, well let me tell you that first, my dentist's office is plain and unassuming, he doesn't have all the bells and whistles like some dentist offices, but he is so much into making you look good and have that perfect smile that you can easily think that you're in the office of the presidential dentist (really, is there one...?). The fact is, he thorougly enjoys his work, and clearly he is good at it.
In other words he's more into making you look like million rather than charging you a million to furnish an office and have several airhead cuties running around ( hey Mike, just a thought...)(only kidding...).
Musicians have to take that exact same attitude and bowl their audiences over with their rendition of that same brown eyed girl.
At times we all feel powerless and non existant, but you have to still keep your head to the grindstone and plow your way forward. Realize how lucky you are to have this gift of music. To get to the Rolling Stones status you've got to roll on your audience at your show. let your hair down and rock the joint even if there are only 3 people in the seats, make it seem like there are 3 thousand people out there. Just remember, you are the one with the power, it be's like that sometime.
Have a wonderful week everybody, see ya at the show.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
As a striving musician at times I get that same feeling, but then I stop and realize that my destiny is in my own hands. Sink or swim, my fate is mine and only Allah can say whether or not it is for me to have.
I listen to musicians complain about how the industry just won't give any breaks, there are no agents to come see our band. we hate doing cover tunes and a myriad of other things, but the truth is you have to really be on your game when you play music; you've got to take these songs put your own flair into them and make them yours.
Yeah, I get tired of doing endless versions of "Brown Eyed Girl," but I still try to make my girl stand out from the rest.
I recently sat in with my old band here and although they are the covermasters, I found myself having a a ball, in the same way that I do when I play with the Carpenter Ants.
All of this leads me to believe wholeheartedly in what I'm saying here...you have to have fun with this, it be's like that sometime.
For years I've been going to a particular dentist's office. It's just him and his office manager. Whenever I leave there I realize how lucky I am to have found him.
What does this have to do with music, well let me tell you that first, my dentist's office is plain and unassuming, he doesn't have all the bells and whistles like some dentist offices, but he is so much into making you look good and have that perfect smile that you can easily think that you're in the office of the presidential dentist (really, is there one...?). The fact is, he thorougly enjoys his work, and clearly he is good at it.
In other words he's more into making you look like million rather than charging you a million to furnish an office and have several airhead cuties running around ( hey Mike, just a thought...)(only kidding...).
Musicians have to take that exact same attitude and bowl their audiences over with their rendition of that same brown eyed girl.
At times we all feel powerless and non existant, but you have to still keep your head to the grindstone and plow your way forward. Realize how lucky you are to have this gift of music. To get to the Rolling Stones status you've got to roll on your audience at your show. let your hair down and rock the joint even if there are only 3 people in the seats, make it seem like there are 3 thousand people out there. Just remember, you are the one with the power, it be's like that sometime.
Have a wonderful week everybody, see ya at the show.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Catchin' You Up
Hi folks, been a bit hectic last few months as I'm sure that you can inagine,but I'm slowly clawing my way back from all of the transpiring, and the madness of late.
That said, I want to let everyone know that the Carpenter Ants will be in the Charleston area for the month of October, playing at the Empty Glass on Sundays post Moutnain Stage.
Of late we've embarked on quite a number of new tunes for you to enjoy and groove to from the Psychedilic to the revrential, and it's been a fun ride for me, and I'm quite certain that you'll dig it as well.
We had an extremely busy Summer season this year, but are overjoyed to be back home for while before it starts all over again and we're on the road, and living out of our suitcases.
For me it's been especially great because I've missed all of you sooo much.
Along with my regular blog posts I'm going to be adding show dates, schedules, and miscellaneous info and pictures. This is just a way of catchin'you up on all the fun, and to give you your own special invitation to the frivolity.
I want to add that you can also catch us on Facebook and Myspace.
See you soon, and don't forget...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always
That said, I want to let everyone know that the Carpenter Ants will be in the Charleston area for the month of October, playing at the Empty Glass on Sundays post Moutnain Stage.
Of late we've embarked on quite a number of new tunes for you to enjoy and groove to from the Psychedilic to the revrential, and it's been a fun ride for me, and I'm quite certain that you'll dig it as well.
We had an extremely busy Summer season this year, but are overjoyed to be back home for while before it starts all over again and we're on the road, and living out of our suitcases.
For me it's been especially great because I've missed all of you sooo much.
Along with my regular blog posts I'm going to be adding show dates, schedules, and miscellaneous info and pictures. This is just a way of catchin'you up on all the fun, and to give you your own special invitation to the frivolity.
I want to add that you can also catch us on Facebook and Myspace.
See you soon, and don't forget...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
The Wrong Guy
Recently, I've heard a story that has circulated in the music community about me, and I've decided that it's time for me to address some serious issues.
The rumor that I heard was that I "supposedly" am leaving my band the Carpenter Ants. Not only have I heard it but it's starting to take on a life of its own.
Well folks, let me set the record straight right here and right now. I AM NOT NOR DID I EVER PLAN TO LEAVE THE CARPENTER ANTS ( If you're not sure what I said repeat the last sentence...)
Right now I'm really emotional because I've lost my wife and my child, so at times I may seem out of it, but I have no intention whatsoever to leave my home in this band.
For me the band has been my security, and my blanket to keep me warm. Michael, Ted and Jupie have surrounded me with love and with care, and have helped to see me through all of this.
Slowly, I'm getting back to myself, and regaining my power.
I'm not being metaphorical here folks, I'm merely saying that being in the position that I'm in this band makes me feel stronger and stronger.
During my absences over the past year and again recently with the death of my wife, I've found that I've been feeling a bit vulnerable and insecure. All I can say to that is go through what I've gone through and maybe you get the slightest inkling of how that could happen.
But rest assured, if you think that any of you can push me aside and move me out of this spot, YOU HAVE GOT THE WRONG GUY.
Normally, I have tried my best to be of help to my fellow musicians where ever I am needed, but I won't sit back and have idiots (yeah, I said it...) try to throw my band a curve or my fans a curve.
Kissing Michael's butt won't work, trying to go through my other friends won't work either.
So in short what I am am saying to all of my detractors, if you think that you're capable of moving me out you are more than welcomed to try.
Until then...
Support :Live music today tomorrow and always
The rumor that I heard was that I "supposedly" am leaving my band the Carpenter Ants. Not only have I heard it but it's starting to take on a life of its own.
Well folks, let me set the record straight right here and right now. I AM NOT NOR DID I EVER PLAN TO LEAVE THE CARPENTER ANTS ( If you're not sure what I said repeat the last sentence...)
Right now I'm really emotional because I've lost my wife and my child, so at times I may seem out of it, but I have no intention whatsoever to leave my home in this band.
For me the band has been my security, and my blanket to keep me warm. Michael, Ted and Jupie have surrounded me with love and with care, and have helped to see me through all of this.
Slowly, I'm getting back to myself, and regaining my power.
I'm not being metaphorical here folks, I'm merely saying that being in the position that I'm in this band makes me feel stronger and stronger.
During my absences over the past year and again recently with the death of my wife, I've found that I've been feeling a bit vulnerable and insecure. All I can say to that is go through what I've gone through and maybe you get the slightest inkling of how that could happen.
But rest assured, if you think that any of you can push me aside and move me out of this spot, YOU HAVE GOT THE WRONG GUY.
Normally, I have tried my best to be of help to my fellow musicians where ever I am needed, but I won't sit back and have idiots (yeah, I said it...) try to throw my band a curve or my fans a curve.
Kissing Michael's butt won't work, trying to go through my other friends won't work either.
So in short what I am am saying to all of my detractors, if you think that you're capable of moving me out you are more than welcomed to try.
Until then...
Support :Live music today tomorrow and always
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Vickie
As I'm sure many of you know, my Vickie died on May 10, along with my stepson Marty.
To say the least, this is a terribly horrific blow in my life, and it has left me very scared, very confused and very alone.
Vickie has been my whole life, from the time that we met, and she will always be with me.
One of the reasons that I took to blogging in the first place was through her insistance, that I talk about my experiences in music in order to help others find their path, as well as my own. She has been my biggest cheerleader and my best motivator.
Facing the future without her is extremely daunting.
With thank in mind, I want to add that I am thankful and grateful to so many who have reached out to me during this time. Just as it is for everyone, it's hard to imagine that she and Marty are gone, but we all must try to live on and find our peace within.
As I've said over and over again, the hardest part of all of this for me is that I can't hold her hand any longer, That was always something that I lived for, and to have her smile at me, and tell me how much I was loved.
One thing that disturbs me is that Vickie spent so many years giving her life to medicine and the medical field, yet medicine turned its back on her, and that my friends is tragic.
In the weeks and and months to come, along with my regular writing, I want to tell you about what Vickie and I went through trying to get her help with her physical pain, and why it is direly important that the medical world listen to the concerns of humanity....Obviously, there are people who sorely need it.
Again to all of my readers, friends and fans, thank you for your continued support.
With all my love,Charlie Tee
Vickie Sutphin Tuitt 8-9-53 to 5-10-10
Martin Arthur Adams 1-25-84 to 5-10-10
Good night my love
To say the least, this is a terribly horrific blow in my life, and it has left me very scared, very confused and very alone.
Vickie has been my whole life, from the time that we met, and she will always be with me.
One of the reasons that I took to blogging in the first place was through her insistance, that I talk about my experiences in music in order to help others find their path, as well as my own. She has been my biggest cheerleader and my best motivator.
Facing the future without her is extremely daunting.
With thank in mind, I want to add that I am thankful and grateful to so many who have reached out to me during this time. Just as it is for everyone, it's hard to imagine that she and Marty are gone, but we all must try to live on and find our peace within.
As I've said over and over again, the hardest part of all of this for me is that I can't hold her hand any longer, That was always something that I lived for, and to have her smile at me, and tell me how much I was loved.
One thing that disturbs me is that Vickie spent so many years giving her life to medicine and the medical field, yet medicine turned its back on her, and that my friends is tragic.
In the weeks and and months to come, along with my regular writing, I want to tell you about what Vickie and I went through trying to get her help with her physical pain, and why it is direly important that the medical world listen to the concerns of humanity....Obviously, there are people who sorely need it.
Again to all of my readers, friends and fans, thank you for your continued support.
With all my love,Charlie Tee
Vickie Sutphin Tuitt 8-9-53 to 5-10-10
Martin Arthur Adams 1-25-84 to 5-10-10
Good night my love
Monday, May 10, 2010
Make the Connection
Of the many lessons that I've learned as a musician and really as a human being, is that it's always important to connect with people.
For alot of folks (and even for me at times...), that is the equivalent of pushing string uphill. I think some of the reasons that performers feel that way is that deep down inside we're all just a little insecure. We may not see ourselves as worthy of this talent; but here we are.The thing we need to do though is to really see what's good for our art and to utilize those things to help us see inside ourselves and bring out and dispel our inhibitions.
My being overweight has nothing at all to do with type of performer I am, or the type that I could be.
A few mornings ago, I was watching Tavis Smiley on PBS; he was interviewing the legendary Carol Burnett. Now here is a classic example of what I'm talking about. Among the many questions he asked, he wanted to know how it was that she came to be so comfortable during her pre show Q and A period, and her interviews on and off the air.
She explained that she realized that it was best to connect with her audience,thereby allowing them to feel as though they had a hand in the show. In other words, doing those Q and A sessions off the cuff helped people to relax and have a good time.
As a musical performer, I've found that that works for me too. If you've ever been to a Carpenter Ants show, you'll see the band pumping away and cranking out some wonderful music, but you'll also see me among the audience. I'll grab someone and start dancing with them, I'll come up and sing to to them, I'll also talk to the audience about what's going on in the world (theirs and ours...), and in general just try to make them feel wanted and loved, because in truth, they are.
I cherish being on stage and playing for people, I'm grateful that people have paid to see us, and continue to do so.
It's a very lucky person who gets to stand in front of many and express themselves in their own way. It's a rare privelege to feel the love that can be generated by singing to someone.
Being a performer has allowed me into some uninque and wonderful places...physically and mentally, and it's an experience that I hope that anyone who aspires to the stage shares. Look inside yourself, gaze out into the audience, extend your hand to them, and take them along for the ride, and the best way to do that...make the connection.
Cheers everybody...
Here's a video...enjoy.
www.youtube.com/carpenterants at the acoustic coffee house 3
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
For alot of folks (and even for me at times...), that is the equivalent of pushing string uphill. I think some of the reasons that performers feel that way is that deep down inside we're all just a little insecure. We may not see ourselves as worthy of this talent; but here we are.The thing we need to do though is to really see what's good for our art and to utilize those things to help us see inside ourselves and bring out and dispel our inhibitions.
My being overweight has nothing at all to do with type of performer I am, or the type that I could be.
A few mornings ago, I was watching Tavis Smiley on PBS; he was interviewing the legendary Carol Burnett. Now here is a classic example of what I'm talking about. Among the many questions he asked, he wanted to know how it was that she came to be so comfortable during her pre show Q and A period, and her interviews on and off the air.
She explained that she realized that it was best to connect with her audience,thereby allowing them to feel as though they had a hand in the show. In other words, doing those Q and A sessions off the cuff helped people to relax and have a good time.
As a musical performer, I've found that that works for me too. If you've ever been to a Carpenter Ants show, you'll see the band pumping away and cranking out some wonderful music, but you'll also see me among the audience. I'll grab someone and start dancing with them, I'll come up and sing to to them, I'll also talk to the audience about what's going on in the world (theirs and ours...), and in general just try to make them feel wanted and loved, because in truth, they are.
I cherish being on stage and playing for people, I'm grateful that people have paid to see us, and continue to do so.
It's a very lucky person who gets to stand in front of many and express themselves in their own way. It's a rare privelege to feel the love that can be generated by singing to someone.
Being a performer has allowed me into some uninque and wonderful places...physically and mentally, and it's an experience that I hope that anyone who aspires to the stage shares. Look inside yourself, gaze out into the audience, extend your hand to them, and take them along for the ride, and the best way to do that...make the connection.
Cheers everybody...
Here's a video...enjoy.
www.youtube.com/carpenterants at the acoustic coffee house 3
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Somebody's Watching You
It always amazes me when someone walks up to me out of the clear blue sky and says that they've enjoyed hearing me sing or play the saxophone.
I don't know why, but it sort of stuns me at first, mainly because in the vastness of an audience, you're just never sure who's out there. I mean I see people's faces, but for one reason or another it just doesn't register to me that they've been in attendance.
Just such a thing happened this past week, when a fella came up to me and said that he really enjoyed the performance we did at Tamarak (a West Virginia tourist attraction...). He said the song that we did for the recent deaths of the coal miners was especially moving.
For all of the years that I've been playing music, there have always been songs that simply touched my heart, and "This World is not My Home," is up there with the best of them.
I feel saddened at the loss of those 29 gentleman, but that sadness made realize that although I didn't know any of them personally, I know them in my heart, and that somebody's is watching you...all the time.
In this age of nameless faceless dealing, everyday, people cross our paths.
Certainly if you're on the stage, people see you, if you're in the public eye people see you, but even when you think that no one would give a damn about you, somebody's watching you.
We can and should take a page from this tragedy and reach out to each other. We as human beings need each other, just like water and air.
I need money, but not nearly as much as I need the velocity of friendship.
The other page that we could take is to realize that we aren't as insignificant as we seem, and it shouldn't take a tramatic event for us to see that.
So what am I proposing? I'm proposing that we look around just a little bit and acknowledge that soul right next to yours, and see past the veneer of their exterior. Let their melody resonate in yours. As I always say, shake a hand make a friend, it's important folks 'cause somebody's watching you.
Gotta go y'all, have a great weekend...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I don't know why, but it sort of stuns me at first, mainly because in the vastness of an audience, you're just never sure who's out there. I mean I see people's faces, but for one reason or another it just doesn't register to me that they've been in attendance.
Just such a thing happened this past week, when a fella came up to me and said that he really enjoyed the performance we did at Tamarak (a West Virginia tourist attraction...). He said the song that we did for the recent deaths of the coal miners was especially moving.
For all of the years that I've been playing music, there have always been songs that simply touched my heart, and "This World is not My Home," is up there with the best of them.
I feel saddened at the loss of those 29 gentleman, but that sadness made realize that although I didn't know any of them personally, I know them in my heart, and that somebody's is watching you...all the time.
In this age of nameless faceless dealing, everyday, people cross our paths.
Certainly if you're on the stage, people see you, if you're in the public eye people see you, but even when you think that no one would give a damn about you, somebody's watching you.
We can and should take a page from this tragedy and reach out to each other. We as human beings need each other, just like water and air.
I need money, but not nearly as much as I need the velocity of friendship.
The other page that we could take is to realize that we aren't as insignificant as we seem, and it shouldn't take a tramatic event for us to see that.
So what am I proposing? I'm proposing that we look around just a little bit and acknowledge that soul right next to yours, and see past the veneer of their exterior. Let their melody resonate in yours. As I always say, shake a hand make a friend, it's important folks 'cause somebody's watching you.
Gotta go y'all, have a great weekend...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
A Perfect Fit
I have this sort of weird skill...I can see angles really well, so when I have to pack things like a suitcase for example, I can usually see what's going to fit and what won't.
In the band, when we pack our equipment into Ted ( Harrison's) truck, I generally am the one who says place this amp here, or load this in like this and so on.
Recently, I came to the realization that that packing ability is alot like life in that if you don't see those angles, you'll find out in a hurry that something is gravely wrong.
When I had my band in New York, I really enjoyed playing with those folks, but had to face the fact that they just weren't motivated to do anything greater than be mediocre. It was a hard pill for me to swallow, but I had to face it; so when I did, I called them all to rehearse one Friday evening and announced that I would be moving on. To be sure there were some hurt feelings, but I had to do what was in my own interest, as this musical life is really in my heart.
In the years that I've lived here in West Virginia and have been in the Carpenter Ants, I have not only found a home, but these fellas have become my brothers ( to be cliche', we are family...yeah I had to go there!!!). So during this time that I've been away from them because of my being sick, it's been killing me.
While I've been away, we've tried to find people to take my place temporarily, and so far nothing has seemed to work. I am grateful to everyone who has tried to fill in for me, and I know that it's a really daunting task, but at the end of the day, again I had to face the fact that this is really in my heart. To the point that it's almost impossible to find someone who is as motivated as I am to make this band worthwhile, and continue to have a viable stand in our musical realm.
Much like packing that suitcase, it's a matter of finding a perfect fit. Some angles work, and some just don't .When they don't fit, then you have to make a decision to either leave the piece you need at home, and find it in your travels, or just do without it period.
It's the same way in relationships, if one part of it doesn't work, eventually none of it will. It's always hard to leave what you need (or want), but now and again at the end of the day it's what is best.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is expand your horizons large enough so that you'll always feel you have exactly what you need.
Stare at that suitcase for a good long while before you decide what to take, look at what you really need and at that point you'll find that you have a perfect fit.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
In the band, when we pack our equipment into Ted ( Harrison's) truck, I generally am the one who says place this amp here, or load this in like this and so on.
Recently, I came to the realization that that packing ability is alot like life in that if you don't see those angles, you'll find out in a hurry that something is gravely wrong.
When I had my band in New York, I really enjoyed playing with those folks, but had to face the fact that they just weren't motivated to do anything greater than be mediocre. It was a hard pill for me to swallow, but I had to face it; so when I did, I called them all to rehearse one Friday evening and announced that I would be moving on. To be sure there were some hurt feelings, but I had to do what was in my own interest, as this musical life is really in my heart.
In the years that I've lived here in West Virginia and have been in the Carpenter Ants, I have not only found a home, but these fellas have become my brothers ( to be cliche', we are family...yeah I had to go there!!!). So during this time that I've been away from them because of my being sick, it's been killing me.
While I've been away, we've tried to find people to take my place temporarily, and so far nothing has seemed to work. I am grateful to everyone who has tried to fill in for me, and I know that it's a really daunting task, but at the end of the day, again I had to face the fact that this is really in my heart. To the point that it's almost impossible to find someone who is as motivated as I am to make this band worthwhile, and continue to have a viable stand in our musical realm.
Much like packing that suitcase, it's a matter of finding a perfect fit. Some angles work, and some just don't .When they don't fit, then you have to make a decision to either leave the piece you need at home, and find it in your travels, or just do without it period.
It's the same way in relationships, if one part of it doesn't work, eventually none of it will. It's always hard to leave what you need (or want), but now and again at the end of the day it's what is best.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is expand your horizons large enough so that you'll always feel you have exactly what you need.
Stare at that suitcase for a good long while before you decide what to take, look at what you really need and at that point you'll find that you have a perfect fit.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Fork, Knife and Spoon
Recently, I ran into a friend who was once a really good musician. As things happen, he at some point gave up his dream of playing, and began ernestly working full time at a "regular" job.
It always made me kinda sad because, I knew that given the right set of circumstances, plus a little bit of diligence on his part would have allowed him to stay in the game...but as the saying goes, some things are just not meant to be.
Anyway, the evening that I saw him last, he was at the club, and he was sitting with another gentleman and lady, whom I did not know...at first.
As we all sat there chatting, the "gentleman" began regalling me with stories of where he's from, and what he's now doing here in town. He explained that he was from another country originally, but has lived here in the U.S. for quite some time now, and that prior to this he resided in Canada.
More small talk than anything, but it was leading up to the big question."So Charlie, what do you do? When I told him that I was the lead singer in the bad that would be appearing later (...here it comes, folks), his ears perked up, and now he begins to tell me that he is a great singer, and that he knows every Motown song ever written, and that he also plays the guitar probably better than my guitar player (someone he has not only even heard before, but also doesn't even know), and that he can surely out sing me.
Now let's get one thing straight right here and now. I don't consider myself in any way shape or form to be the greateast singer who ever lived, but I will say that I have worked damn hard at being effecient with what I do have. I've worked my ass off to be the kind of entertainer overall that would try to make an audience of one or one million have a great night of music, and feel as though their time spent coming to see me and my band was well worth it. We may not always hit the mark, but doggone it we've tried.
At this point, I truly felt sorry for my friend who not only had to sit through this crap, but also got roped into a false hope of starting a band with this guy. My friend actually believed that this guy was gonna do something worthwhile with him.
Call me a skeptic, or maybe even a cynic, but if my friend was foolish enough to fall for that garbage,then he didn't need to play anymore.
I'm sorry, but there are real people out there chasing real dreams, and are doing real work at achiving those dreams. I'm not one to step on anybody's dream, but I do know the difference between that and the nightmare I saw coming my friends way.
For all of my fellow musicians and for that matter, anyone in any profession, when man speak with forked tongue, grab your knife, cut it off, and spoon it to the trash.
Watch who you deal with, your time is too valuable to waste on fools with pie in the sky. That pie is best served when you create it.
By the way, after other musicians arrived at the club that evening, "Mr.Wonderful " was seen for who he really is and left the building. No one has seen him since.
At this point, I don't need to say anything else...do I.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
It always made me kinda sad because, I knew that given the right set of circumstances, plus a little bit of diligence on his part would have allowed him to stay in the game...but as the saying goes, some things are just not meant to be.
Anyway, the evening that I saw him last, he was at the club, and he was sitting with another gentleman and lady, whom I did not know...at first.
As we all sat there chatting, the "gentleman" began regalling me with stories of where he's from, and what he's now doing here in town. He explained that he was from another country originally, but has lived here in the U.S. for quite some time now, and that prior to this he resided in Canada.
More small talk than anything, but it was leading up to the big question."So Charlie, what do you do? When I told him that I was the lead singer in the bad that would be appearing later (...here it comes, folks), his ears perked up, and now he begins to tell me that he is a great singer, and that he knows every Motown song ever written, and that he also plays the guitar probably better than my guitar player (someone he has not only even heard before, but also doesn't even know), and that he can surely out sing me.
Now let's get one thing straight right here and now. I don't consider myself in any way shape or form to be the greateast singer who ever lived, but I will say that I have worked damn hard at being effecient with what I do have. I've worked my ass off to be the kind of entertainer overall that would try to make an audience of one or one million have a great night of music, and feel as though their time spent coming to see me and my band was well worth it. We may not always hit the mark, but doggone it we've tried.
At this point, I truly felt sorry for my friend who not only had to sit through this crap, but also got roped into a false hope of starting a band with this guy. My friend actually believed that this guy was gonna do something worthwhile with him.
Call me a skeptic, or maybe even a cynic, but if my friend was foolish enough to fall for that garbage,then he didn't need to play anymore.
I'm sorry, but there are real people out there chasing real dreams, and are doing real work at achiving those dreams. I'm not one to step on anybody's dream, but I do know the difference between that and the nightmare I saw coming my friends way.
For all of my fellow musicians and for that matter, anyone in any profession, when man speak with forked tongue, grab your knife, cut it off, and spoon it to the trash.
Watch who you deal with, your time is too valuable to waste on fools with pie in the sky. That pie is best served when you create it.
By the way, after other musicians arrived at the club that evening, "Mr.Wonderful " was seen for who he really is and left the building. No one has seen him since.
At this point, I don't need to say anything else...do I.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Diabetes and Me
I've said before in this forum and I'll say many more times. If you don't take care fo your health , you won't be around to play or to sing or act or dance or anything...
With that strong message in mind, I am proud to tell you about a film and and blog that is being finished up right now by one of my closest friends, Florence Regina.
If you've seen the American Express commercial with funny lady Ellen De Generes dancing all over the place, then believe me you've seen my sister Florence. She is the African American lady on the elevator who looks at Ellen as though she's lost her mind, only to exit the space dancing right along with her.
Back in my New York days Florence, myself and our other sister Angela were like 3 peas in a pod, we'd all support each others efforts in making the arts our careers, Florence went into acting which she does best and Angie and I pursued music together.
So far Florence is the huge success story, as I've seen her everywhere; in movies TV, and now in the blogesphere.
Florence developed Daibetes at a young age and for years struggled with being accepted because of it. When you're youngster and you want to fit in it can be really difficult. Couple that with the fact the Florence was a newly arrived Haitian immigrant to this land of wonder.
Honestly though, I can't see her not fitting in anywhere that she goes, because this lady if ever there was one, has a serious winning spirit, but truthfully, I can certainly understand what she went through.
Looking at her today made me realize that no matter what you can't let things stop you from your life goals. Florence is now, along with being an accomplished actress, an accomplished producer as well.
So I now want to direct your attention to her blog, which is aptly entitled Diabetes and Me: Florence's Story.She tells us of her journey through the mire of reality to acceptance of this debilating disease, and she gives us insight on what that life is for the not only herself, but the thousands of individuals who suffer from it...and I know, because I'm one of them.For all the years that I've know her Florence has lifted my spirit through our frinedship, she along with Angie, have been 2 of my dearest friends forever, and my life is so much richer for knowing her.So please join me and get the word out about this amazing film and the wonderful lady that tells her story, and realize that it's not just daibetes and me, but diabetes and all of us.
Nuff said.
Before I go, I want to mention that you can reach Florence at info@soleilfilms.com
Support Live music and healthy lifestyles today tomorrow and always.
With that strong message in mind, I am proud to tell you about a film and and blog that is being finished up right now by one of my closest friends, Florence Regina.
If you've seen the American Express commercial with funny lady Ellen De Generes dancing all over the place, then believe me you've seen my sister Florence. She is the African American lady on the elevator who looks at Ellen as though she's lost her mind, only to exit the space dancing right along with her.
Back in my New York days Florence, myself and our other sister Angela were like 3 peas in a pod, we'd all support each others efforts in making the arts our careers, Florence went into acting which she does best and Angie and I pursued music together.
So far Florence is the huge success story, as I've seen her everywhere; in movies TV, and now in the blogesphere.
Florence developed Daibetes at a young age and for years struggled with being accepted because of it. When you're youngster and you want to fit in it can be really difficult. Couple that with the fact the Florence was a newly arrived Haitian immigrant to this land of wonder.
Honestly though, I can't see her not fitting in anywhere that she goes, because this lady if ever there was one, has a serious winning spirit, but truthfully, I can certainly understand what she went through.
Looking at her today made me realize that no matter what you can't let things stop you from your life goals. Florence is now, along with being an accomplished actress, an accomplished producer as well.
So I now want to direct your attention to her blog, which is aptly entitled Diabetes and Me: Florence's Story.She tells us of her journey through the mire of reality to acceptance of this debilating disease, and she gives us insight on what that life is for the not only herself, but the thousands of individuals who suffer from it...and I know, because I'm one of them.For all the years that I've know her Florence has lifted my spirit through our frinedship, she along with Angie, have been 2 of my dearest friends forever, and my life is so much richer for knowing her.So please join me and get the word out about this amazing film and the wonderful lady that tells her story, and realize that it's not just daibetes and me, but diabetes and all of us.
Nuff said.
Before I go, I want to mention that you can reach Florence at info@soleilfilms.com
Support Live music and healthy lifestyles today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The Carpenter Ants
These are my bandmates: from the left: Ted Harrison ( bass and vocals), Charlie Tee (lead vocals and saxophone), Michael Lipton (guitar and vocals, and James "Jupiter" Little (drums and vocals).
There's a saying that says sometimes bands are better than marriages ( and they last longer...). I don't know how true that statement is, but I know that I have deep love for my brothers that is almost as deep as my marriage.
When I lived in New York, for years I tried to put together similar situations with musicians that I thought were great, but the one thing that mostly all of those people lacked was a drive that kept us together.
Like most brothers, at times we've had our differences, but the respect that each of has brought to the table seems to transcend every arguement. To me the Ants are the best band that I've ever played in, and believe me, I've been in many.
Michael is just a great guitar player who has made us all step up our game. he's one of the best on the spot arrangers that I've ever known, and when his mind goes to work it's all over for me. I just start moving. Jupie can make me laugh without even trying hard and his voice is phenomenal to me. Although I get most of the credit for being the singer, Jupiter really is the better singer of the 2 of us. Generally these days, he plays using just one snare drum, but what he does with it still rocks.
Ted, as I've written and stated on other occasions reminds me of a cross between James Jamerson and Chuck Rainey ( 2 of the best studio players...). Theo as we affectionately call him, is our shy side, that is until you start talking Detroit Tigers or West Virginia University football, then you'll be greatly surprised at his vast knowledge of a great many things. Theo in reality is my little brother ( the one I always wished for at least...)
It's really hard for me to put into this forum how much these guys have meant to my life, how much they've added to my musical palatte, but what I will say is that I may not be able to put into words, but come and see us live and experience what I've been privy to for 18 years.
It has been life changing for me, and one show is all you need to convince you the same way.Come see us soon, won't you.
You can check us out on the web at the following places:
http://www.youtube.com/carpenterants: Carpenter Ants at the Acoustic Coffee House
Support Live music today tomorrow and always
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Just Chillin' Today
Ahhh Saturday, it's rainy and a little gloomy out but it is a day off, and I'm gonna make the most of it.
I was telling my wife this morning that when I was a kid, rainy days never stopped my enthusiasm. I enjoyed myself none the less.
I had such a great imagination that I always found something fun to do. Whether drawing pictures, playing my saxophone, terrorizing my sister ( or getting terrorized back...), I had something worthwhile to do.
Today, I'm sorry to say that many youngsters seemed to be lost without the sun, or their cell phones or their computer screens or TV, and I feel just a hint of sadness for them. I did things with my parents to be sure, but mostly I depended on my own imagination to dictate the course of the day.
Which brings me to the point of the this post...
Right now at least since I'm unable to hit the stage with my band mates, I can't let too much grass grow under my feet and fret about what I can't do. I don't happen to think that my time on the stage has completely come to an end ,but because of my vocal cord problem it seriously limits what I can do as a singer.
So, just like on those rainy days, I'm letting my imagination take the helm a little and move me into something useful.
Last weekend thanks to friend and fellow blogger Scarlet Tanager, I've finally learned how to place pictures and videos on my blog. So the first thing that I'm gonna attemp today is to post a few pictures of the Carpenter Ants and me, so you can begin to know some of the folks that I've been telling you about lo these many years now.
Also, I'm gonna add a few new links to my sidebar and start to zero in on a theme here.
Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is that although it's kinda nasty out, I'm keeping my sunny attitude and plow through the day, and make the most of it. But along the way there'll be breakfast, a little TV (Food Network, NYPD Blue...) a couple of books that I started, and most importantly, hanging out with Mrs Tee.
I do hope that everyone has a wonderful fun filled weekend, and that it's sunny where you are (even if it's just sunny in your mind...), and that your time is filled with love. Have a good one y'all, and eat an extra pancake for me.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I was telling my wife this morning that when I was a kid, rainy days never stopped my enthusiasm. I enjoyed myself none the less.
I had such a great imagination that I always found something fun to do. Whether drawing pictures, playing my saxophone, terrorizing my sister ( or getting terrorized back...), I had something worthwhile to do.
Today, I'm sorry to say that many youngsters seemed to be lost without the sun, or their cell phones or their computer screens or TV, and I feel just a hint of sadness for them. I did things with my parents to be sure, but mostly I depended on my own imagination to dictate the course of the day.
Which brings me to the point of the this post...
Right now at least since I'm unable to hit the stage with my band mates, I can't let too much grass grow under my feet and fret about what I can't do. I don't happen to think that my time on the stage has completely come to an end ,but because of my vocal cord problem it seriously limits what I can do as a singer.
So, just like on those rainy days, I'm letting my imagination take the helm a little and move me into something useful.
Last weekend thanks to friend and fellow blogger Scarlet Tanager, I've finally learned how to place pictures and videos on my blog. So the first thing that I'm gonna attemp today is to post a few pictures of the Carpenter Ants and me, so you can begin to know some of the folks that I've been telling you about lo these many years now.
Also, I'm gonna add a few new links to my sidebar and start to zero in on a theme here.
Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is that although it's kinda nasty out, I'm keeping my sunny attitude and plow through the day, and make the most of it. But along the way there'll be breakfast, a little TV (Food Network, NYPD Blue...) a couple of books that I started, and most importantly, hanging out with Mrs Tee.
I do hope that everyone has a wonderful fun filled weekend, and that it's sunny where you are (even if it's just sunny in your mind...), and that your time is filled with love. Have a good one y'all, and eat an extra pancake for me.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Harlem and the Bronx ( the making of Charlie Tee) #8
In this post I'm going to tell you a story about punctuation and why its important...
When I was in the seventh grade and in junior high school, like many youngsters I wanted to be with the "in crowd," the hip and cool guys, you know what I mean. Anyway, hanging with my buddies we would be notoriusly late for school almost routinely.
All of that came to a screeching halt when unbeknownst to me I got a letter at home telling my Mother that I was being very tardy and could be suspended.
What did my Mom do? She told my Dad. Now let me explain something that will help you to see the point of all this. Although my Mom and Dad were divorced when I was 7 years old, they remained best friends until my Dad passed away at 77 in the 1991. I mean the best of friends, they hung out together, we did family functions of all kinds, my Dad even gave my sister away at her wedding, so you get the picture.
Getting back to the letter from school, so Daddy gets this notice and decides to see just what young Charlie is up to.
My Dad was a New York city fire fighter, and that status allowed him to have shield ( a shield is a badge that city workers of that nature, such as policeman wear, which allows access to places such as the subway etc.).
At the time, Mom and I lived in the south Bronx, and through her connections at the District Attorney's office she fanagled a way for me to go to school out of my district, and go to the school near where we used to live (in the north Bronx...), so I had to take the subway to school each day. The distance in fact was roughly 10 miles, and a trip that should have taken me all of 20 minutes turned into and hour or so (you see where I'm going with this ?).What I didn't know as I boarded the train one day was that Dad had followed me down the stairs to be sure I was actually on the train. He then would drive to the stop where I exited, and would surveil my activity. This went on for about a week every day. Then he made his move, as I got off the train this particular day with my friends, all of us yelling and being completely stupid, we go to a diner to get food although most of us had already eaten breakfast, mostly junk. I come out and I hear HONK HONK HONK !!! Imagine my total surprise...It's my Pop, and he don't look none to happy. I get in the car and he says "so how long have been being late for school? " PANIC***I say oh Dad, this just happened today, I was running late...SWEATING*** He says, I've been following you for a week!!! Surely I knew at that point death was imminent. Dad says "if you're late one more time, I'm going to come to school, come to your classroom, put you in front of the class, pull down your pants and whip you good. " I'VE NEVER BEEN LATE AGAIN TO THIS DAY.
You can ask anyone my wife, my bandmates, my boss, anyone. I learned a valuable lesson that day about being punctual.
Nowadays when I'm going to play music somewhere, or I'm going to work, I make it my business to be on time, Why go to this trouble, because I've found that people will take you much more seriously when you don't waste their time. Even if you fail at something, it's more likely that you'll be given a second chance, because you made the effort.
I've seen many musicians and bands who make that mistake thinking that it's no big deal,only to find that the people that hire them start to take an indifferent attitude about dealing with them, thereby at times costing them gigs.
Now that's the shorter version of that story...
So my fellow travelers, take heed of the words here, it's not just the early bird who gets the worm, it's the bird who is the hungriest, and most timely, who makes the 20 minute trip in 20 minutes.
Be on time...Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
When I was in the seventh grade and in junior high school, like many youngsters I wanted to be with the "in crowd," the hip and cool guys, you know what I mean. Anyway, hanging with my buddies we would be notoriusly late for school almost routinely.
All of that came to a screeching halt when unbeknownst to me I got a letter at home telling my Mother that I was being very tardy and could be suspended.
What did my Mom do? She told my Dad. Now let me explain something that will help you to see the point of all this. Although my Mom and Dad were divorced when I was 7 years old, they remained best friends until my Dad passed away at 77 in the 1991. I mean the best of friends, they hung out together, we did family functions of all kinds, my Dad even gave my sister away at her wedding, so you get the picture.
Getting back to the letter from school, so Daddy gets this notice and decides to see just what young Charlie is up to.
My Dad was a New York city fire fighter, and that status allowed him to have shield ( a shield is a badge that city workers of that nature, such as policeman wear, which allows access to places such as the subway etc.).
At the time, Mom and I lived in the south Bronx, and through her connections at the District Attorney's office she fanagled a way for me to go to school out of my district, and go to the school near where we used to live (in the north Bronx...), so I had to take the subway to school each day. The distance in fact was roughly 10 miles, and a trip that should have taken me all of 20 minutes turned into and hour or so (you see where I'm going with this ?).What I didn't know as I boarded the train one day was that Dad had followed me down the stairs to be sure I was actually on the train. He then would drive to the stop where I exited, and would surveil my activity. This went on for about a week every day. Then he made his move, as I got off the train this particular day with my friends, all of us yelling and being completely stupid, we go to a diner to get food although most of us had already eaten breakfast, mostly junk. I come out and I hear HONK HONK HONK !!! Imagine my total surprise...It's my Pop, and he don't look none to happy. I get in the car and he says "so how long have been being late for school? " PANIC***I say oh Dad, this just happened today, I was running late...SWEATING*** He says, I've been following you for a week!!! Surely I knew at that point death was imminent. Dad says "if you're late one more time, I'm going to come to school, come to your classroom, put you in front of the class, pull down your pants and whip you good. " I'VE NEVER BEEN LATE AGAIN TO THIS DAY.
You can ask anyone my wife, my bandmates, my boss, anyone. I learned a valuable lesson that day about being punctual.
Nowadays when I'm going to play music somewhere, or I'm going to work, I make it my business to be on time, Why go to this trouble, because I've found that people will take you much more seriously when you don't waste their time. Even if you fail at something, it's more likely that you'll be given a second chance, because you made the effort.
I've seen many musicians and bands who make that mistake thinking that it's no big deal,only to find that the people that hire them start to take an indifferent attitude about dealing with them, thereby at times costing them gigs.
Now that's the shorter version of that story...
So my fellow travelers, take heed of the words here, it's not just the early bird who gets the worm, it's the bird who is the hungriest, and most timely, who makes the 20 minute trip in 20 minutes.
Be on time...Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
That Yankee Drive
Probably before the ink dries on this post, I'm gonna catch hell for what I'm about to say...
I am a New York Yankee fan(atic).
What makes me this way you ask, well, a couple of things:
I of course for many who may not already know, grew up in the Bronx (born and raised...), I lived 2 blocks east of the old Yankee Stadium, close enough to smell the hot dogs mustard and relish (did I mention the sauerkraut...).
Beside music the only other thing that completely kept my attention was the Yankees. As I grew into manhood, one of the things that stood out to me was that Yankee drive.
Now don't get me wrong, I've heard every argument there is about them..."they're best team money can buy, it's easy to be champs when you have a trillion dollar payroll," and so on and so on.
Yeah, I've heard it all, but even you naysayers can't deny that my team will fight you to the death to win.Even when they lose.
Herein lies the subject of my post for today.
As a musician, I have learned to fight tooth and nail for my band. Although I consider myself overweight, when I'm in the company of the Carpenter Ants, something just changes me, or better yet, something transforms me. At times I feel like I'm coming from a Miles Davis bag where I want a performance to be cool and sexy, and groovin', other times I come from a Hang "em High slick standpoint, and still other times I come to blow the room away ( in the same way that Paul Simon says in the song "Late in the Evening...")
I wonder myself now and again what's the purpose of me doing that. I tend to think that if people are nice enough to venture out in all types of weather, with all types of problems (economy as well as personal), the very least I can do is entertain the hell out of 'em.
Every band, just like every team has days when they're not at their best, but I still want you to walk away and say, DAMN, those guys really tried it tonight man, or even better, that band slayed 'em tonight.
Musicians sometimes get frustrated because they look out and only see a sparse amount of people sitting out there in the audience, and I have to admit that it can be very discouraging ( in baseball terms, think of what it must be like for some teams to look in the bleachers and not see fans...), but I'm sorry you gotta work through it. You have to push forward, change direction if necessary, you've got to bite the bullet and do Mustang Sally for the umpteenth time, but most of all you have to keep playing like your life depended on it.
Then one day you'll be able to look up, and that same audience who wasn't there yesterday, is there today telling you how great you are and hanging on your every note.
People are funny, they like to see us with drive, they like to know that we feel them, it's crazy how that works, but it can be even crazier if you don't try. I know first hand how it can be, but believe whether there are 2 or 2, 000 I'm coming to play.
So when you start watching your favorite team this season, remember, that in your own professions, and in your own performance you gotta grab that Yankee drive.
I'll be rootin' for ya...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I am a New York Yankee fan(atic).
What makes me this way you ask, well, a couple of things:
I of course for many who may not already know, grew up in the Bronx (born and raised...), I lived 2 blocks east of the old Yankee Stadium, close enough to smell the hot dogs mustard and relish (did I mention the sauerkraut...).
Beside music the only other thing that completely kept my attention was the Yankees. As I grew into manhood, one of the things that stood out to me was that Yankee drive.
Now don't get me wrong, I've heard every argument there is about them..."they're best team money can buy, it's easy to be champs when you have a trillion dollar payroll," and so on and so on.
Yeah, I've heard it all, but even you naysayers can't deny that my team will fight you to the death to win.Even when they lose.
Herein lies the subject of my post for today.
As a musician, I have learned to fight tooth and nail for my band. Although I consider myself overweight, when I'm in the company of the Carpenter Ants, something just changes me, or better yet, something transforms me. At times I feel like I'm coming from a Miles Davis bag where I want a performance to be cool and sexy, and groovin', other times I come from a Hang "em High slick standpoint, and still other times I come to blow the room away ( in the same way that Paul Simon says in the song "Late in the Evening...")
I wonder myself now and again what's the purpose of me doing that. I tend to think that if people are nice enough to venture out in all types of weather, with all types of problems (economy as well as personal), the very least I can do is entertain the hell out of 'em.
Every band, just like every team has days when they're not at their best, but I still want you to walk away and say, DAMN, those guys really tried it tonight man, or even better, that band slayed 'em tonight.
Musicians sometimes get frustrated because they look out and only see a sparse amount of people sitting out there in the audience, and I have to admit that it can be very discouraging ( in baseball terms, think of what it must be like for some teams to look in the bleachers and not see fans...), but I'm sorry you gotta work through it. You have to push forward, change direction if necessary, you've got to bite the bullet and do Mustang Sally for the umpteenth time, but most of all you have to keep playing like your life depended on it.
Then one day you'll be able to look up, and that same audience who wasn't there yesterday, is there today telling you how great you are and hanging on your every note.
People are funny, they like to see us with drive, they like to know that we feel them, it's crazy how that works, but it can be even crazier if you don't try. I know first hand how it can be, but believe whether there are 2 or 2, 000 I'm coming to play.
So when you start watching your favorite team this season, remember, that in your own professions, and in your own performance you gotta grab that Yankee drive.
I'll be rootin' for ya...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Slowly but Surely
Taking a little break today...
I wanted to tell you though, that in the next few weeks please expect to see a few changes here in my blogging world, as I am about to make a few subtle, but necessary changes to the look and feel of both my blogs (Standing In The Shadows Of Music and Standing In The Shadows of Music Too)
The content will of course remain the same but the look and feel may be slightly different.
Some of the reasons why I'm making these changes are designed to put me in better touch with you. I think that by adding pictures and sound to this would enhance some of the things that I've been talking about as a blogger.
Music is very important to me as well as the things that I want to convey to me readers (and there are alot of you now....).I sincerely hope that in the weeks to come that you will still follow me along my journey, and that I'll continue to try an inspire you to achieve your own goals.
I'm gonna run for now, but stop back often and by all means say hello.
Remember...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I wanted to tell you though, that in the next few weeks please expect to see a few changes here in my blogging world, as I am about to make a few subtle, but necessary changes to the look and feel of both my blogs (Standing In The Shadows Of Music and Standing In The Shadows of Music Too)
The content will of course remain the same but the look and feel may be slightly different.
Some of the reasons why I'm making these changes are designed to put me in better touch with you. I think that by adding pictures and sound to this would enhance some of the things that I've been talking about as a blogger.
Music is very important to me as well as the things that I want to convey to me readers (and there are alot of you now....).I sincerely hope that in the weeks to come that you will still follow me along my journey, and that I'll continue to try an inspire you to achieve your own goals.
I'm gonna run for now, but stop back often and by all means say hello.
Remember...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
"Oh! What A Beautiful Day..."
Here's the scene...
It's been a pretty brutal winter, with snow, ice, power outtages, stuck in the house with nothing to do but watch endless television ( "57 channels and nothing on..." thanks to Bruce Springsteen for that line.).
This Sunday was just different. It was a sunny day, yes the actual sun folks; not the TV version, it was warm out, and people were smiling uncontrollably, even the kids were orderly.
That night after a great Mountain Stage show, the Empty Glass held their usual post MS jam hosted by yours truly, the Carpenter Ants. Now keep in mind 2 things here: I haven't played with the band in almost four months where I've been so ill last year, and the Glass hasn't had too much of a crowd of late (it's the ecomomy folks...).
So I made my semi return to the stage and when the band finally kicked in to a packed house everybody, and I mean everybody got in the spirit. I haven't seen this much dancing since the disco era. It was hot, it was sweaty, and eveyone lost their winter inhibitions, and sundanced, moonwalked and grooved the night away.
My bandmates were on fire. My boys played like their very lives depended on it, and I felt better than I had in ages.
Not only did we get in the zone, but we changed the zip code to 25301-GROOVIN.
I watched from the stage as people just had a great night, laughing and joking and digging each other.
To me that is the true power of music, it brings out the best spirit in people. It was really cool to watch even those who weren't dancing, just standing or sitting there enjoying the evening. One lady in particular was especially moving to me. She was standing at the front near the stage against a speaker deck and she was swaying back and forth and having what seemed like the time of her life. She, as well as Friends of Mountain Stage photog Chris Morris were clicking away with their cameras. It felt like a rock concert event.
I always get a big charge out of playing for my hometown crowd, and even though I'm in the band part of that experience, I feel in the same way that everyone else did that night, WOWWED !!!
At the end of our performance I was pretty tired so I packed up and headed for home.
I want to say that I really miss everybody, I miss connecting with you and helping you to have a great musical experience, but hopefully soon, I'll return and continue to try and show you just how much playing for you means to me.
All in all the only thing that I can say that brings us to a close here is "oh what a beautiful mornin' (or evening, as it were...) oh, what a beautiful day."
I look forward to many more. Take care everybody, have a great week.
PS. If you'd like to see some perspective on the night go to: www.myspace.com/mountainstage to check out Chris' photo works
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
It's been a pretty brutal winter, with snow, ice, power outtages, stuck in the house with nothing to do but watch endless television ( "57 channels and nothing on..." thanks to Bruce Springsteen for that line.).
This Sunday was just different. It was a sunny day, yes the actual sun folks; not the TV version, it was warm out, and people were smiling uncontrollably, even the kids were orderly.
That night after a great Mountain Stage show, the Empty Glass held their usual post MS jam hosted by yours truly, the Carpenter Ants. Now keep in mind 2 things here: I haven't played with the band in almost four months where I've been so ill last year, and the Glass hasn't had too much of a crowd of late (it's the ecomomy folks...).
So I made my semi return to the stage and when the band finally kicked in to a packed house everybody, and I mean everybody got in the spirit. I haven't seen this much dancing since the disco era. It was hot, it was sweaty, and eveyone lost their winter inhibitions, and sundanced, moonwalked and grooved the night away.
My bandmates were on fire. My boys played like their very lives depended on it, and I felt better than I had in ages.
Not only did we get in the zone, but we changed the zip code to 25301-GROOVIN.
I watched from the stage as people just had a great night, laughing and joking and digging each other.
To me that is the true power of music, it brings out the best spirit in people. It was really cool to watch even those who weren't dancing, just standing or sitting there enjoying the evening. One lady in particular was especially moving to me. She was standing at the front near the stage against a speaker deck and she was swaying back and forth and having what seemed like the time of her life. She, as well as Friends of Mountain Stage photog Chris Morris were clicking away with their cameras. It felt like a rock concert event.
I always get a big charge out of playing for my hometown crowd, and even though I'm in the band part of that experience, I feel in the same way that everyone else did that night, WOWWED !!!
At the end of our performance I was pretty tired so I packed up and headed for home.
I want to say that I really miss everybody, I miss connecting with you and helping you to have a great musical experience, but hopefully soon, I'll return and continue to try and show you just how much playing for you means to me.
All in all the only thing that I can say that brings us to a close here is "oh what a beautiful mornin' (or evening, as it were...) oh, what a beautiful day."
I look forward to many more. Take care everybody, have a great week.
PS. If you'd like to see some perspective on the night go to: www.myspace.com/mountainstage to check out Chris' photo works
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
"From the Beginning."
"You see it's all clear, you were meant to be here...from the beginning..."
That of course is a line from the great Emerson Lake and Palmer song of the same name.
I was at work yesterday and got 2 different compliments about the same thing: being helpful.
The first came from a gentleman who I've seen at places where I've played around town, but I'm afraid I don't actually know his name. I do know that he is involved with the Alban theater ( a new venue here where I live that's doing quite well in the community). He's on the board of directors.
Anyway, he knew that I've been fighting being ill and asked how I was doing and if I were back to playing music yet. When I said that I'm making little stabs at it, he then asked if I wrote music, to which I replied that I do. He told me that there is a project being put together, and the people involved are doing music about the Coal River (also located here in St Albans...). I told him that I had received an e-mail from another friend about this very project. He then said that "it's a shame that you're not playing, as I think that you're one of the most tasteful saxophone players around..."
He said this right in front of my co-workers and my boss, and I turned 2 shades of white with embarrassment.
The second compliment came from a lady whose husband is an artist and painter. A few years back he did a display of his artwork at my library. It was the first time he had ever done a public viewing of any sort. I didn't quite rememebr this part of it, but his wife said that he did this showing at my insistance. Now as it turns out, he been asked to do his work in a number of other places and for a number of people and he's getting some residuals to boot. That's wonderful.
I have have a hard time receiving compliments, from anyone. I help people because I just feel like it's the right thing sometimes to encourage people with a dream, especially when against all odds they're trying their best to put it out there. I don't want anything from it but to see folks achieve what they strive for. It's just that simple.
One lesson that I've learned in life is that everyone has to have a starting point, a spark that sets off their fires. Oftentimes even from our own families it's hard to get encouragement. Now I'm not saying that we shouldn't be real with folks, because that's a part of the reality...sometimes it just ain't that good. At that point maybe the encouragement should come along the lines of some training or etc. then that would be real and encouraging at the same time.
In the ELP song it says " there might have been things I missed, but don't be unkind, it don't mean I'm blind, perhaps there's a thing or two..."
My wife is always after me to learn to accept compliments from people because "you do alot of things for people Charlie." I don't hate getting a compliment, I'm just not comfortable per se' with them.
I've been fortunate all of my life that my family and my friends have believed in me and pushed me to be this person, and I take that job seriously. I hope that I always pay it forward.
My true desire in life is to see the day when we all motivate, respect and envigorate one enother.
And, as in the song, "maybe we might have changed, and not been so cruel, not been such a fool..."
Believe in yourself my friends, work hard at your talents, develop them to perfection, and present them to a world that needs them. "You see it's all clear, you were meant to be here...from the beginning."
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
That of course is a line from the great Emerson Lake and Palmer song of the same name.
I was at work yesterday and got 2 different compliments about the same thing: being helpful.
The first came from a gentleman who I've seen at places where I've played around town, but I'm afraid I don't actually know his name. I do know that he is involved with the Alban theater ( a new venue here where I live that's doing quite well in the community). He's on the board of directors.
Anyway, he knew that I've been fighting being ill and asked how I was doing and if I were back to playing music yet. When I said that I'm making little stabs at it, he then asked if I wrote music, to which I replied that I do. He told me that there is a project being put together, and the people involved are doing music about the Coal River (also located here in St Albans...). I told him that I had received an e-mail from another friend about this very project. He then said that "it's a shame that you're not playing, as I think that you're one of the most tasteful saxophone players around..."
He said this right in front of my co-workers and my boss, and I turned 2 shades of white with embarrassment.
The second compliment came from a lady whose husband is an artist and painter. A few years back he did a display of his artwork at my library. It was the first time he had ever done a public viewing of any sort. I didn't quite rememebr this part of it, but his wife said that he did this showing at my insistance. Now as it turns out, he been asked to do his work in a number of other places and for a number of people and he's getting some residuals to boot. That's wonderful.
I have have a hard time receiving compliments, from anyone. I help people because I just feel like it's the right thing sometimes to encourage people with a dream, especially when against all odds they're trying their best to put it out there. I don't want anything from it but to see folks achieve what they strive for. It's just that simple.
One lesson that I've learned in life is that everyone has to have a starting point, a spark that sets off their fires. Oftentimes even from our own families it's hard to get encouragement. Now I'm not saying that we shouldn't be real with folks, because that's a part of the reality...sometimes it just ain't that good. At that point maybe the encouragement should come along the lines of some training or etc. then that would be real and encouraging at the same time.
In the ELP song it says " there might have been things I missed, but don't be unkind, it don't mean I'm blind, perhaps there's a thing or two..."
My wife is always after me to learn to accept compliments from people because "you do alot of things for people Charlie." I don't hate getting a compliment, I'm just not comfortable per se' with them.
I've been fortunate all of my life that my family and my friends have believed in me and pushed me to be this person, and I take that job seriously. I hope that I always pay it forward.
My true desire in life is to see the day when we all motivate, respect and envigorate one enother.
And, as in the song, "maybe we might have changed, and not been so cruel, not been such a fool..."
Believe in yourself my friends, work hard at your talents, develop them to perfection, and present them to a world that needs them. "You see it's all clear, you were meant to be here...from the beginning."
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
We Deserve It
Let me say at the onset of this post, that I'm sorry if I offended anyone at my doctors' office today. The staff at my kidney doctor work very dilligently to insure that every patient is well taken care of. They are thoughtful and compassionate individuals who go about their duties with love and care for all who come through their doors...
That being said...
I went today to the aforementioned after having been called at the last minute to cancel my appointment because my Nephrologist went to New York. I was told that the office had indeed called, but could not leave a message with anyone at my house. ONLY ONE CALL !!!
I do have other ways that they could have contacted me, but this never materialized, so after much anger on my part, I was seen by the doctor's assistant (who I happen to wish were my doctor...), only to be told that we now have major health issues with me AGAIN.
Not only will I now have to endure another surgery, but because I was misinformed by a number of other professionals (disguised as doctors...), I'm going to have to have a second surgery to correct a prior one ( I hope you're following me here).
When I went into a complete tirade, everyone tried in vain to calm me down wanting me to understand their positions about all of this. We had alot of "well Mr. Tuitt, I completely understand your frustration, and we're sorry about that and so on..." Someone please tell me that they did not just tell me that.
My point of contention is not the fact of the surgery, but the simple fact that at no time during the process of the prior surgeries did anyone have their acts together enough to get the damn thing right in the first place. Playing with my life to these people has become a ping pong match of the highest order. They can't seem to get all the ducks in a row at the same time.
Because the so called professionals didn't do what they were and are charging to do, people like me become frustrated and take out their anger on well meaning people who ARE doing their jobs correctly.
I feel right now like all of my joy in life has been stripped away. I feel so terrible in fact that I don't even know if Allah (God) can help me. It makes me begin to understand how good people can suddenly become angry and brooding, and I refuse to.
I've always liked to feel that I am a positive person who takes life as it comes, but even for me this is a bit much. When I have to rob Peter to pay Paul, and the doctor sees me for all of 5 seconds in the hospital and I have to pay them tens of thousands of dollars just to say hello. Something has got to give...something. My life is in the balance. Even my optomism is in check here.
All I ask of these professionals is that they quit jerking us around and do what you set out to do, HEAL PEOPLE; don't conceal from people. Put yourselves if you can in our very freightened and worn out shoes. We deserve at least that much.
That being said...
I went today to the aforementioned after having been called at the last minute to cancel my appointment because my Nephrologist went to New York. I was told that the office had indeed called, but could not leave a message with anyone at my house. ONLY ONE CALL !!!
I do have other ways that they could have contacted me, but this never materialized, so after much anger on my part, I was seen by the doctor's assistant (who I happen to wish were my doctor...), only to be told that we now have major health issues with me AGAIN.
Not only will I now have to endure another surgery, but because I was misinformed by a number of other professionals (disguised as doctors...), I'm going to have to have a second surgery to correct a prior one ( I hope you're following me here).
When I went into a complete tirade, everyone tried in vain to calm me down wanting me to understand their positions about all of this. We had alot of "well Mr. Tuitt, I completely understand your frustration, and we're sorry about that and so on..." Someone please tell me that they did not just tell me that.
My point of contention is not the fact of the surgery, but the simple fact that at no time during the process of the prior surgeries did anyone have their acts together enough to get the damn thing right in the first place. Playing with my life to these people has become a ping pong match of the highest order. They can't seem to get all the ducks in a row at the same time.
Because the so called professionals didn't do what they were and are charging to do, people like me become frustrated and take out their anger on well meaning people who ARE doing their jobs correctly.
I feel right now like all of my joy in life has been stripped away. I feel so terrible in fact that I don't even know if Allah (God) can help me. It makes me begin to understand how good people can suddenly become angry and brooding, and I refuse to.
I've always liked to feel that I am a positive person who takes life as it comes, but even for me this is a bit much. When I have to rob Peter to pay Paul, and the doctor sees me for all of 5 seconds in the hospital and I have to pay them tens of thousands of dollars just to say hello. Something has got to give...something. My life is in the balance. Even my optomism is in check here.
All I ask of these professionals is that they quit jerking us around and do what you set out to do, HEAL PEOPLE; don't conceal from people. Put yourselves if you can in our very freightened and worn out shoes. We deserve at least that much.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
It Takes Courage
Talking with a friend of mine this morning who I hadn't spoken with in quite awhile, and she told something that I think that she thought might shock me. She told me that she's become increasing more of a conservative.
She just sort of blurted it out, but out it came. We didn't get a chance for me to delve into that, because she was actually on her way out of the house when I phoned. When we finally do catch up, I want to let her know that I support her change.
I'm not a conservative, nor do I consider myself a true essence liberal, what I am is many things at once.
In an era where one's lifestyle or viewpoint is met with hell-fire resistance, I find that what I am is me. I'm Muslim, I'm African-West Indian-Bronxite-Mountain State-American; so that gives me my sort of worldview.
I get upset by what I hear on the news just like many of you. I find myself at odds with things in government just as many of you, but I also realize that it takes courage to walk around in one's skin.
People have fought and died (from all walks of life...) because they simply wanted better, and that want has cost many of them their lives. Such a shame.
As a musician and in music I look for the harmonic standpoint to make up the soundtrack of my life, and I think that if many more people would adapt to that we'd all fair better in the long run.
Courage is a very broad spectrum term, but, it can also be very pinpointed as well. At its widest angle, courage can be the the defining moment where you look beyond your current circumstance, and just fight back. That's where a statement like the one from the movie "Network" comes into play..." I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it."
When courage is at its narrowest it can be something as simple as helping a sight challenged person navigate a street corner...you just don't know if you're needed at that particular point until you step up to help.
You may be asking yourself right this minute why am I reading this...? Truth is that I wrote it because I'm trying to keep the courage to tell you that my journey in music requires that same courage. My plan is to continue to try and move forward with my music, but I'm still getting older and chasing a dream. Doesn't that take courage?
Right now, I'm in the fight of my career with my voice, trying to gain back what I lost because I didn't take care of my health when I had every opportunity to. I'm fighting tooth and nail to get to a place that may or may not exist for me, but I'm willing to fight because its what drives me.
I'm holding out my hand in friendship and peace to anyone who wants to give me theirs, and I'm leaving no stone unturned. I'm asking for guidance from my Lord above, and from my family in Heaven. I'm saying all of these things publicly with my heart on my virtual sleeve.
So as you read this piece and decide whether or not you want to share in my fight (or my plight...) just remember, it takes courage.
Enjoy your day, and make it count.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
She just sort of blurted it out, but out it came. We didn't get a chance for me to delve into that, because she was actually on her way out of the house when I phoned. When we finally do catch up, I want to let her know that I support her change.
I'm not a conservative, nor do I consider myself a true essence liberal, what I am is many things at once.
In an era where one's lifestyle or viewpoint is met with hell-fire resistance, I find that what I am is me. I'm Muslim, I'm African-West Indian-Bronxite-Mountain State-American; so that gives me my sort of worldview.
I get upset by what I hear on the news just like many of you. I find myself at odds with things in government just as many of you, but I also realize that it takes courage to walk around in one's skin.
People have fought and died (from all walks of life...) because they simply wanted better, and that want has cost many of them their lives. Such a shame.
As a musician and in music I look for the harmonic standpoint to make up the soundtrack of my life, and I think that if many more people would adapt to that we'd all fair better in the long run.
Courage is a very broad spectrum term, but, it can also be very pinpointed as well. At its widest angle, courage can be the the defining moment where you look beyond your current circumstance, and just fight back. That's where a statement like the one from the movie "Network" comes into play..." I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it."
When courage is at its narrowest it can be something as simple as helping a sight challenged person navigate a street corner...you just don't know if you're needed at that particular point until you step up to help.
You may be asking yourself right this minute why am I reading this...? Truth is that I wrote it because I'm trying to keep the courage to tell you that my journey in music requires that same courage. My plan is to continue to try and move forward with my music, but I'm still getting older and chasing a dream. Doesn't that take courage?
Right now, I'm in the fight of my career with my voice, trying to gain back what I lost because I didn't take care of my health when I had every opportunity to. I'm fighting tooth and nail to get to a place that may or may not exist for me, but I'm willing to fight because its what drives me.
I'm holding out my hand in friendship and peace to anyone who wants to give me theirs, and I'm leaving no stone unturned. I'm asking for guidance from my Lord above, and from my family in Heaven. I'm saying all of these things publicly with my heart on my virtual sleeve.
So as you read this piece and decide whether or not you want to share in my fight (or my plight...) just remember, it takes courage.
Enjoy your day, and make it count.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Harlem and the Bronx, (the making of Charlie Tee ) #7
Every now and then I get glimpses into my past when something in my present just strikes me.
Today was one of those days...
It started out great, but progressively slid downhill. I have one of those jobs that somedays it all just clicks and then there are days when ya just can't make any sense of anything, and let's just say that 5 times at bat and I struck out every time.
When my Mom was alive, once in awhile she'd come home from work (in case you'd forgotten, she worked for the Bronx District Attorney's office...), and after having dealt with the criminal element all day she would be just beat. I'd say Ma, how was your day? To which she'd reply, "sometimes murder and larceny just ain't enough.
We always got a chuckle out of that, but understood that dealing with people can be stressful at times, and although you would just love to give it back to em now and again, you have to always do your best to see the other side of your fence.
I've come to realize that music is just like that. There are times when it just fits like a glove and then there are times when no matter what you do, you can switch the light on a hundred times, but the room is still empty.
The lesson here is that no matter what, keep going, keep being positive, keep smiling, and by all means learn to laugh occasionally. it'll make your tomorrow brighter.
Thanks Ma...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Today was one of those days...
It started out great, but progressively slid downhill. I have one of those jobs that somedays it all just clicks and then there are days when ya just can't make any sense of anything, and let's just say that 5 times at bat and I struck out every time.
When my Mom was alive, once in awhile she'd come home from work (in case you'd forgotten, she worked for the Bronx District Attorney's office...), and after having dealt with the criminal element all day she would be just beat. I'd say Ma, how was your day? To which she'd reply, "sometimes murder and larceny just ain't enough.
We always got a chuckle out of that, but understood that dealing with people can be stressful at times, and although you would just love to give it back to em now and again, you have to always do your best to see the other side of your fence.
I've come to realize that music is just like that. There are times when it just fits like a glove and then there are times when no matter what you do, you can switch the light on a hundred times, but the room is still empty.
The lesson here is that no matter what, keep going, keep being positive, keep smiling, and by all means learn to laugh occasionally. it'll make your tomorrow brighter.
Thanks Ma...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
The Glue
Strange title huh...read on my friends.
I may have touched on this subject once before, but I think that it bears repeating often.
In every family there are always people who are the glue of the family; they're the ones that make families special and worthwhile. They are at once, tough and tender, heartfelt and harsh, and any number of other contrasting comparatives ( did I actually say that !, WOW!!).
I've been lucky enough in my life to witness the glue in my family (past and present), and gain some real wisdom from them.
For me in my past it was people like my Aunts Jeri, Marion, and Mirty. My cousin Mickey was another. In my present life it's my wife Vickie, and my sister in law Diane, and of course my children.
In the band, my bandmates all have their days when they are the glue, the things that each bring to the table keeps us holding on to each other and connected.
One of the most encouraging things that a person can experience is the love and respect of friends. It nice when a persons' reputation is like the sky...looked up to. In the music business it seems that alot of that has fallen by the wayside these days, and as a result many younger musicians find that they only want to be stars at their convenience. What I mean is that many people who aspire to make their living playing music only want to play in the best venues, they want to play only for an audience of thousands, they only want to have the biggest deals and on and on. I could fill up this blog and the New York Times weblog with all the things that these people want.
But what happened to just plain ol' hard work, and doing it so that it comes naturally.
If you go back in your life to the glue of your family, you might just realize that those folks who I compared and contrasted earlier had the right idea. You'd find that what many of us need, is to be encouraged, and prodded at the same time. We need to be told how great we could become, yet shown how the real world works, so that you know the difference. You can't tell little Sally or Jimmy that the bad notes they are playing or singing are great when they really aren't. Doing so will only hurt them in the long run. Being honest with them and caring about them will insure that they will be the stars that they were meant to be.
If you're not following me here, just grab some crazy glue and put it between your fingers. Did it stick? That's the real world. If you use scotch tape between your fingers it will hold for only a moment...That's the fantasy world.
Which world would you rather live in. For me...pass me the glue.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I may have touched on this subject once before, but I think that it bears repeating often.
In every family there are always people who are the glue of the family; they're the ones that make families special and worthwhile. They are at once, tough and tender, heartfelt and harsh, and any number of other contrasting comparatives ( did I actually say that !, WOW!!).
I've been lucky enough in my life to witness the glue in my family (past and present), and gain some real wisdom from them.
For me in my past it was people like my Aunts Jeri, Marion, and Mirty. My cousin Mickey was another. In my present life it's my wife Vickie, and my sister in law Diane, and of course my children.
In the band, my bandmates all have their days when they are the glue, the things that each bring to the table keeps us holding on to each other and connected.
One of the most encouraging things that a person can experience is the love and respect of friends. It nice when a persons' reputation is like the sky...looked up to. In the music business it seems that alot of that has fallen by the wayside these days, and as a result many younger musicians find that they only want to be stars at their convenience. What I mean is that many people who aspire to make their living playing music only want to play in the best venues, they want to play only for an audience of thousands, they only want to have the biggest deals and on and on. I could fill up this blog and the New York Times weblog with all the things that these people want.
But what happened to just plain ol' hard work, and doing it so that it comes naturally.
If you go back in your life to the glue of your family, you might just realize that those folks who I compared and contrasted earlier had the right idea. You'd find that what many of us need, is to be encouraged, and prodded at the same time. We need to be told how great we could become, yet shown how the real world works, so that you know the difference. You can't tell little Sally or Jimmy that the bad notes they are playing or singing are great when they really aren't. Doing so will only hurt them in the long run. Being honest with them and caring about them will insure that they will be the stars that they were meant to be.
If you're not following me here, just grab some crazy glue and put it between your fingers. Did it stick? That's the real world. If you use scotch tape between your fingers it will hold for only a moment...That's the fantasy world.
Which world would you rather live in. For me...pass me the glue.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Friday, February 05, 2010
A View From the Stage
First of all...
Happy new year everybody. I know that this year I'm late to the party, but 2009 left me in a serious fog for most of the year.
For those of you who wrote, wondering where I am, let me calm your fears.
Throughout most of the year I was gravely ill, culminating in November with surgery being performed to remove my thyroid . During the course of the procedure a mass was discovered, and upon trying to remove it I bled out so profusely that the doctor had to actually stop my heart.
Normally more anesthesia is given to a patient, but in my case my kidney function which was already low prevented that, so in effect the doctor had to end me (I'm trying to be delicate here...).
As you can imagine, my wife Vickie had to endure all of this (I'll never stop being grateful to her...), and pray for a different outcome. We made it through, and a few months later here I am.
From this part of the stage, I feel eternally blessed, and thankful for my very life.
Now...
One of the side effects so far that we've been faced with is that I've seeming lost my voice. I'm having some trouble rendering any type of pitch. In plain english that means that I can't rise to certain notes like I did before, and it hurts a little when I try to sing or play the saxophone; but I'm seeing a speech pathologist who is fighting with me to help gain it back, and so far it's working pretty well.
So a view from this stage is saying that I have to continue to work hard to get back what I lost.
When you lose something so dear to you that it scares you, that's the time when you have to lean on faith the most. I'm learning a valuable lesson about patience and perserverence right now, and it's a hard lesson to learn; believe me.
This all sounds tragic and crazy at the same time, but I really am going through it and I'll get through it.
PART 2
A few weeks ago, Vickie and I decided to go and listen to some music, as I was becoming restless just sitting around the house recuperating. While we were enjoying the evening with some friends a fight broke out just at the end of the billiards area of this place, and in the resulting melee the police were called ( everyone has been to one of these places commonly known as a dive...).
All of that got me thinking...one of the hardest parts of being a musician on the rise is staying out of the middle of scenes just like this, and many musicians and singers often find themselves on the short end of that stick for a couple of reasons. 1:many times the band gets associated wrongly with what goes on in a place. When something like that happens many people just connect the band to the trouble. Now that's not to say that now and again it's not deserved, but for the most part it tends to be unfavorable...for the band. 2. alot of musicians sticking their necks out for people find that doing so can create enemies who may have been fans...if everyone just would step back for a moment.
I'm saying all this to say that musicians should always try to use their music to create fun and warmth and harmony.The saying that applies here is of course "music soothes the savage breast." So a view from the stage should always be how can we make some negativity quiet down.
One way is to use your music to make people face forward toward you as opposed to trying to hone in on the negative action. To capture someones attention...whisper.
Finally a view from the audiences' stage is that they are there to hear you, whether they paid or not for that doesn't matter, they're out there for you so give them the best, and leave 'em thirsty for more, so that they will...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
See ya soon.
Happy new year everybody. I know that this year I'm late to the party, but 2009 left me in a serious fog for most of the year.
For those of you who wrote, wondering where I am, let me calm your fears.
Throughout most of the year I was gravely ill, culminating in November with surgery being performed to remove my thyroid . During the course of the procedure a mass was discovered, and upon trying to remove it I bled out so profusely that the doctor had to actually stop my heart.
Normally more anesthesia is given to a patient, but in my case my kidney function which was already low prevented that, so in effect the doctor had to end me (I'm trying to be delicate here...).
As you can imagine, my wife Vickie had to endure all of this (I'll never stop being grateful to her...), and pray for a different outcome. We made it through, and a few months later here I am.
From this part of the stage, I feel eternally blessed, and thankful for my very life.
Now...
One of the side effects so far that we've been faced with is that I've seeming lost my voice. I'm having some trouble rendering any type of pitch. In plain english that means that I can't rise to certain notes like I did before, and it hurts a little when I try to sing or play the saxophone; but I'm seeing a speech pathologist who is fighting with me to help gain it back, and so far it's working pretty well.
So a view from this stage is saying that I have to continue to work hard to get back what I lost.
When you lose something so dear to you that it scares you, that's the time when you have to lean on faith the most. I'm learning a valuable lesson about patience and perserverence right now, and it's a hard lesson to learn; believe me.
This all sounds tragic and crazy at the same time, but I really am going through it and I'll get through it.
PART 2
A few weeks ago, Vickie and I decided to go and listen to some music, as I was becoming restless just sitting around the house recuperating. While we were enjoying the evening with some friends a fight broke out just at the end of the billiards area of this place, and in the resulting melee the police were called ( everyone has been to one of these places commonly known as a dive...).
All of that got me thinking...one of the hardest parts of being a musician on the rise is staying out of the middle of scenes just like this, and many musicians and singers often find themselves on the short end of that stick for a couple of reasons. 1:many times the band gets associated wrongly with what goes on in a place. When something like that happens many people just connect the band to the trouble. Now that's not to say that now and again it's not deserved, but for the most part it tends to be unfavorable...for the band. 2. alot of musicians sticking their necks out for people find that doing so can create enemies who may have been fans...if everyone just would step back for a moment.
I'm saying all this to say that musicians should always try to use their music to create fun and warmth and harmony.The saying that applies here is of course "music soothes the savage breast." So a view from the stage should always be how can we make some negativity quiet down.
One way is to use your music to make people face forward toward you as opposed to trying to hone in on the negative action. To capture someones attention...whisper.
Finally a view from the audiences' stage is that they are there to hear you, whether they paid or not for that doesn't matter, they're out there for you so give them the best, and leave 'em thirsty for more, so that they will...
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
See ya soon.
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