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  • Pump Organ

    July 16, 2021

    I played a live show on Facebook today.  Usually Friday shows are a “No Plan Friday.” Today I had a plan. It was the pump organ.  This seems like the right time to tell the story about how I acquired my pump organ.    

    For a long time, I worked for an auctioneer.  We had an auction every Tuesday, no matter what.  When people died, we would clean out their houses and sell all of their junk.  It was a good job.  I learned a lot.  

    One particular auction we had a beautiful pump organ for sale.  “Who will give me a dollar, one dollar.” Silence.  “One dollar for this beautiful piece of furniture.”  Silence.  “Anybody, anybody, anybody, a dollar.”  I was on one end of the organ, holding it above the crowd.  I couldn’t believe it, this organ was beautiful. “Who will give me a dollar.”   I will. I will give you one dollar for this pump organ.  “Sold.”

    Fortunately I drive a truck. When the auction was over, the guys helped me load the beast into the back of my pickup.  Of course I had no straps, rope, or even a belt to tie the thing down.  The pump organ sat tall in the back of the truck, waving at everyone as we passed.  We were good until we reached the last turn before my house.  By that point, I had forgotten that I had a giant pump organ in the bed of my truck.  I took the turn a little fast for the situation.  She went up on one corner and then knocked real loud to remind me to take it easy up the hill.  

    When I got home, I was very excited to show Mrs. Brother Jack my new treasure. I bought a pump organ for one dollar!!!!  As I pulled into the driveway, I remembered that it was actually my wife’s birthday.   Of course she will be excited that I bought a pump organ for $1. Who wouldn’t be stoked about that deal? The bonus was that I could claim it was an extra birthday present for her.  It doesn’t matter that she can’t play the organ.  Who wouldn’t want a pump organ? Turns out she wasn’t as excited as I expected.  She politely pointed out that we had no room for a pump organ and it couldn’t come into our house, even if it was a good deal.  I suggested we get rid of her china cupboard and make room for my new baby.  She told me where she thought I could shove that pump organ.  After some delicate negotiations, I was allowed to keep it.  The organ and I would both be living in the studio for the foreseeable future.  

    Mrs. Brother Jack has celebrated several birthdays since then and I’ve done better in the gift department than that $1 instrument.  I’m allowed back in the house now and the pump organ is still hanging out in the studio.  She has been worth every penny of the one dollar that she cost me.  

    The temperamental old gal exploded the first time she was played and we had to nurse her back into playing shape. That is a story for another time.  She is fun to play but it’s a serious workout. I’m thinking about making a record with the pump organ but I still have to figure out the best way to capture her beauty with a microphone. 

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  • New Job

    July 14, 2021

    At breakfast today, my little girl (age 5) told me that I should quit my job.  I am not sure if she could name my current vocation.  She said I should quit my job and find a new job as a chef.  I asked why she thought I should be a chef.  She said, “you make really great toast.”

    It’s true.  I make the best toast.  

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  • Pancakeversary

    July 13, 2021

    Today is the one year anniversary of the release of Pancakes.  It’s hard to believe that I’ve been singing about pancakes for more than a year.  If you listened, commented, or appreciated this song in any way, thank you so much.  If you sent me pictures of your pancakes, thank you. One member of the Weird Folk even sent me some syrup from his region. Thank you Brother Elliot.  I think I have managed to lose the majority of my extra, lockdown induced, pancake weight.  It’s been a weird but good year.  Thanks for sharing the pancakes.

    As part of a carefully planned marketing strategy or maybe a whim, I just shared a version of Pancakes played on a pump organ.  It felt like a good way to commemorate our one year Pancakeversary.  The details surrounding my pump organ that I purchased for $1 are a story for another time.  I recorded this version of the song as part of my Green Curtain Sessions.  Playing one of my songs on a new instrument or with a new arrangement is like leveling up in a video game.  I just conquered the boss on the previous level.  It’s a brand new level of intimacy with the song.  It’s proof of the song’s  quality when it looks good no matter what it’s wearing.  

    In other pancake related news, I finished a new mix today.  It was completely coincidental that it happened on our Pancakeversary.  I’m working on a new project called Busted Banjo.  There is a banjo based arrangement of Pancakes on the project.  If she still looks good wearing a banjo, you know she’s a keeper.  

    Here’s to another year full of pancakes.

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  • New Music

    July 12, 2021

    I have new music out today.  It’s a single with two songs.  I know, a single implies one.  You are thinking that it can’t be a single with two songs.  The streaming services classify a release with two songs as a single  That’s how it was in the old days with the little 45 records.  There was a single and a “b-side.”  I had two finished songs so here it is. 

    The thing about releasing new music is that it’s almost entirely irrelevant.  If you are going to claim to be a musician, you have to have music out in the world.  It is essential to release some music.  However, making an announcement to the world about new music means nothing to everybody.  I would guess that even my own mum cares very little about my new music.  There are like a zillion (not the actual number but you get the point) new releases everyday on all of the streaming services.  My release is a drop in a bucket of noise.  

    Why do I continue to release music?  

    It is important because it signifies that I am doing the work.  I am putting in the sweat.  This release indicates that I am moving forward.  It is momentum.  It is a step towards something.  

    Why should anybody else care about my new release?  

    There is something magical, almost mystical about music.  The vibrations of your very soul in a moment of need can resonate at the exact right frequencies to match and draw in the song that will make it all better.  Maybe this song can be the soundtrack for somebody’s good cry.  Maybe it can sync with your mood on a bad day and then it all turns around.  I don’t know why music has this power.  If one of these songs can mean something to one other human being, it was worth doing.  

    Do the work.  Put it out into the world.  Allow the magical, mystical, musical vibrations to connect.  Get back to work.  

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  • Always On

    July 8, 2021

    I would never consider myself a workaholic.  I’ve got plenty of vices but work is not one of them.  As a recovering control freak, I do understand the need to be constantly engaged.  

    When your life’s work or vocation is firmly planted in the creative sphere you are always on.  It’s very different from being a workaholic.  Workaholics can not stop working.  Creatives often struggle to get started. Creative work happens in fits and bursts. When the muse has left the building, I can jog in place for a while but it quickly ends.  I try to work at my craft in some fashion everyday.  The muscles need to be trained.  On some days, the work is easy.  Some other days, it is painful and mostly unproductive.  I love my profession.  As a creative, I am able to shift when the work happens.  A day is a success if the work happened.  There is a good deal of flexibility pertaining to the when it happened. 

    The problem is that there are no days off.  I don’t really think this is a problem.  It’s Mrs. Brother Jack.  This is her problem.  She believes we should go places and do things and I’m not supposed to work at all.  She expects that we can have some entire days that don’t include me working at my craft.  What am I supposed to do, not work?

    Hello, I’m Brother Jack and I’m a workaholic.    

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  • Bleeding Time – 1 year anniversary

    July 6, 2021

    Today marks the one year anniversary of the release of my single for Bleeding Time.  It is hard to believe that it has been a whole year.  Time is so weird.  

    The “Great Shutdown of 2020” was strange.  It was hard to keep track of the days.  Time was ticking by at an alarming pace but the days seemed to last forever.  I think the warping of time was magnified by the world coming to a halt.  I did my best to represent that feeling in a song.

    I thought the bizarre expression of time was exclusive to this period in history but I am realizing it may actually be a product of age.  I thought time would go back to a linear pattern once things started to reopen.  I was wrong.  I am still lying on the deck, bleeding out time.  I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning. While simultaneously it seems like it was last week that I was in the studio recording this song that is now a year old.  

    Listen to Bleeding Time everywhere that you stream music.  


  • Hammocks

    July 5, 2021

    All creative work brings an equivalent amount of annoying, non-creative work.  Today was one of those days that quickly got hi-jacked by data entry.  It involved a lot of file transferring, backing up, and uploading.  Most of the day felt like I needed to hurry up and wait.  

    This seemed like a good opportunity to do some reading.  You can’t be a good writer (or a songwriter), if  you don’t read.  I decided that in between the tedious clicks of the enter key, I would sink into the hammock with a book.  

    In case you are unaware, there is an unpublished law of physics regarding hammocks. It is impossible to relax alone in a hammock, if there is a child within shouting distance.  I was quiet.  I was borderline sneaky.  They showed up every time.  

    I didn’t do any reading.  We fought sharks. We were on a pirate ship.  We played the lava game.  We watched a bird and a helicopter.  We won the hammock Grand Prix.  I didn’t do any reading but this was better.    

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  • Change of Plans

    July 4, 2021

    I have a new single dropping in two weeks.  I wanted to make a video to promote the song.  It didn’t need to be too elaborate.  I needed a vehicle to carry the song that had a visual component and could also display the lyrics.  I tossed around several different ideas.  

    The one problem was that I don’t really know what the song is about.  The song is called Kissing Tree.  I know this is absurd.  I wrote the song and I don’t know what it’s about.  I think it might be about death, or cemeteries, or burial, or the voodoo that is love.  

    I decided to make a video about cemeteries.  There are sources online to find old public domain footage.  It’s important that I use images that I have a legal right to replicate.  I don’t need more people mad at me. I scoured the web for the perfect vintage cemetery clip.    During my search, I saw a video of flowers blowing in the breeze.  The playback speed was a little fast and it made an effect that was perfect.  

    It was a change of plans.  If I recorded my own flowers, I didn’t have to worry about finding public domain footage.  When in doubt, do it yourself. I recorded around 30 minutes of flowers.  Fortunately there was a consistent breeze.  After I chopped it up and cranked the speed, it was perfect.  It was not what I had been planning but I am really happy with the results.  

    I’ve been trying to learn more about video editing. I leaned about adjusting video speed and the effects it produces.  Sometimes, results are perfect despite my best intentions to create something completely different.  

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  • Sabbath

    July 3, 2021

    I did zero work today.  We went hiking.  It was a lot of walking.  There was some whining and complaining but we did it.  It was great to see the kids immersed in nature. We had to stop and examine every mushroom and toadstool.  Due to the recent rain, there were many mushrooms to examine.   Sometimes it is important to stop and smell the fungi.

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  • A Shocking Tale

    July 2, 2021

    I was setting up in the studio today and the mixer didn’t turn on.  I proceeded to do the thing that everybody does when something doesn’t turn on right away.  I jiggled the electrical chord.  I have no idea if the mixer finally turned on because I was too busy peeling my hand off the wall outlet.  I received a major shock and I am not talking about discovering a dirty little secret. I got a serious dose of the old 110 voltage.  This is not the first time I’ve drank from the electrical fountain.  I’ve got another shocking story involving my Aunt Ruth’s lamp but I guess that is a story for another time.  I’ve been shocked many times and its never been a big deal.  This time felt different.  My arm was tingly for several hours.  It felt like I was squeezing a tight fist as hard as I could squeeze even when I wasn’t.  After about 4 hours the feeling began to return and my elbow and shoulder regained function.  I have no idea what happened but it was a real jolt to my day.  I had a livestream show scheduled on Facebook. It had to be cancelled because I didn’t think my elbow would hold up.  This was disappointing and sparked a bit of general anxiety for me.  I hate to cancel a show.  These fireworks were all sizzle and no flash.  I hope this story hasn’t been too shocking. 

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