Live at Oyster Ridge: Joe Pug (Video)

Man, what an absolute pleasure it has been to work with Oyster Ridge to capture this festival and what it’s about. This year, Joe Pug was one of the highlights, in a free, three day festival of amazing acts. The man completely filled the stage with presence and shared some beautiful songs. He has taken over my Spotify playlists. I hope you enjoy!

This year leading up to 2020, I want to make sure I do my part to get the word out about this incredible event. It truly is Wyoming’s premier musical experience. And it’s free!

For more of Joe’s critically acclaimed performances and songwriting, as well as latest tour dates, please visit joepugmusic.com

Oyster Ridge is Wyoming’s largest FREE music fest!
For more info, please visit www.oysterridgemusicfestival.com

See you next year and bring your friends! July 24-26, 2020

j

Ruminations of Autumn and Cyan

I wanted to share this on Throwback Thursday but work took me out of town. So here you have a weird #flashbackfriday moment, some words and music made by my friend Ahren and I long ago: When we were in a synth pop long-distance band called For The Benefit. Much love to you all and happy Friday!

j


Sick to my stomach
Sick to mySELF
Sick to my surrounding
Sick to lesser grace

Oh, this daddy long legs on the wall
So watchful, pondering the fall—

Sick to my stomach
As the autumn leaves
Descend in rows
Descend finality

Oh, this daddy long legs on the wall
Flies out the window with the baggage
Into the fall

Out the window, treading by
A suited man
Resembles many things—
Among them, walrus head
A bushy paintbrush under nose
And shaven head
Who knows? Who knows?
Perhaps he’s all alone;
Searches for the proper
Walrus-lady mate.

Oh, this daddy long legs on the wall
Comes close, unlatching ruminating hearts
Into the fall

Out the window, treading by
A redhead woman
Gliding paths surveyed by animals
Cyan still hides in her soul
I heard she was the dog
Who knows? Who knows?
Perhaps she’s all alone;
Searches for the proper
Collar-wielding mate

Oh, this daddy long legs on the wall
Comes close, unlatching ruminating hearts
Into the fall

Sick to my stomach
Sick, the hopeless life-wheel
Sick, the window frost: indecency
Sick, the lifeless Autumn renovator

Oh, this daddy long legs on the wall
Comes close, unlatching condescending farce
Into the fall

Who knows? Who knows?
This may be all the bliss received
Before the fall

Noteworthy 8.2.19

Hi there! Here’s a few awesome links to wind down this hectic week:

  1. I caught this one long ago when I was in one of my editing late nights, so I thought I would share this now. This is a lovely conversation between George Saunders and Jeff Tweedy that inspires like no other. It made me want to pick up a pen and start unraveling story. Great wisdom from two masters.
  2. The Working Songwriter is a podcast from musician Joe Pug. I had the great pleasure of seeing him live at the Oyster Ridge Music Festival and he just blew me away. His craft and presence as he delivered such beautiful songs left a good dent in my heart. A truly memorable time was had! I’ll be checking the backlog of his podcast episodes, in which he interviews fellow songwriters and discuss the craft of songwriting.
  3. Regarding the Steppenwolf revival of True West, the most influential play of my playwriting life. I would have killed to see this play in the flesh on that Chicago stage in 1982.
  4. This year, working on getting my poetry back on track has been a priority. Starting with the basics as I get to know how I can work in the medium and what I can do to get better, and more resilient. Here’s a little recap I found of Pablo Neruda I liked.

And I leave you with a great tune that hit VH1 when I was growing up, obsessed with music videos. Also, a 90s RDJ starring in a peculiar, one shot video. Have a great weekend, friends.

j

In Progress on a Busy Day

Check out #icprompts on Instagram. I’m sharing some of my photos as prompts. Coming soon to Idleblog too!

Percussion & Repetition x 11.

The formula to something ritualistic and guttural? I don’t know for sure, but I’ve had these phrases stuck in my head for a while. I used to record and experiment plenty with sound, but I haven’t had the chance recently. I do want to lay some tracks down for a few song ideas which are going to become a narrative. I should add, most of the work I do recording demos revolves around creating a story-based songs. I love that feeling of telling a tale that unfolds like rain drops collecting as a puddle; constant, rhythmic and somewhat unfiltered. This concept I’m tinkering with may be an offshoot of a demo album I recorded long ago, called Headphone Music for Nowhere People. It feels similar, perhaps it’s because I hear electric guitar and noise which feels like it belongs in a post-apocalypse, like in that old album.

The Flood, from Headphone Music for Nowhere People (2009)

I’ve thought about recording it on my lunch hour, since I have to go home and see how the cats are doing. Recording demos is really the last thing I should be doing so it doesn’t help to try to cram it in right now. I should probably reserve my lunch time for self care and time to pause momentarily. I’m troubled by my inability to slow down. I can’t blame the coffee either. The mind just wants to race and commit every spare thought to developing a story. Perhaps I need to convince myself once again, that writing and recording is my therapy, and one that yields continuous joy.

I’ll keep you posted,

j

All

All of these beautiful people

All of these people that walked the earth

And the salt of our tongue, resisted

The hall of demons in afterbirth

All of these people that walked the earth

All of these people that walked the earth

And did the Shaman run to the fire?

All of these people that walked the earth

And did the hollow gram of desire

Find you the consequence of your worth?

All of these people that walked the earth

All of these people that walked the earth

You find me not in the short carousel

You find me spiraling down the well

With all these people that walked the earth

Your dream as common as prairie dirt

And I am certain it’s what we deserve

All of these people that walked the earth

All of these people that walked the earth

All of these people that walked the earth

Back from hiatus: New Addendum Episode!

Dear WordPressers,

Wow, it’s been months since I’ve been here. I missed it. I started a new job, so it turned the routine upside down for a short while. This whole staying creative while having a full time job and a small business is kinda difficult, but alas, the content is back! I’m so thrilled to start recording again, and equally stoked to share with you the new episode format, as well as musings on how to keep making art as a working class person.

Also, what are you all working on lately? Send me a comment and I’d love to give shout-outs on the podcast!

Make art, make haste.

-Jaime Alejandro

Listen here or check out the Addendum home page for other options (Itunes, etc!)

No outline today. Progress!

There’s been very little activity this week, but what I did put together is documented on the ramblings at Addendum.

I’m trying to be less precious about every little recording I make. Every word I write. It’s less of a problem for me when I’m writing, but the process of recording audio is so dear to me that it’s been super difficult to me to get on the Anchor app every few days and just ramble. Ever since I started the Addendum recordings, my defense mechanism has been outlines and notes. It’s like my inner monologue is reminding me that if I am going to document my every little thought like an idiot, at least be organized about it. Today I made my first recordings without an outline. Progress!

Addendum is starting to feel as laid back as I originally intended it to be. So that’s pretty neat. If you wanna hear the ramblings of a creative with a dayjob, or you need a prompt about a wedding ring, check it out!

Make Art. Make haste!

-Jaime Alejandro

Will transparency yield more creativity?

I’m trying to be more transparent about my process and who I am. Not just to the outside world, but to myself. Sometimes, the default choice is to keep an opinion to myself, keep quiet. It has served me well a few times, but the healthier option is to be more open and find that eagerness to communicate. I believe if I’m honest with myself, that honesty will reflect on the page or any other creative goal.

This is what it’s all about: not just refining your voice, but find the decibels that work for you. Currently, the recordings on Addendum have been incredibly helpful in gauging where I stand on this journey. The Anchor app is probably my favorite thing in the world right now. It’s so versatile and fun, and the format really challenges me in the best way. I’m trying to record as often as possible, voicing my approach on writing, as well as work/life balance. I have a long way to go, but it’s a tremendous feeling to reach out into the nebulous internet and advocate for something that is so important to me: the fight to stay creative and positive in a world that seems unwelcoming.

Most of the time, these ideas and notions just collect dust in my head and eventually fade. Unvoiced and unfulfilled. I don’t want that to become my default setting. Starting these recordings is allowing me to see through pessimism, and is helping me get back to that purest love for the creative process! What I am getting at is this: please don’t have any reservations about starting that next story, that poem, that podcast, that short film, that song that you have had in your heart for ages. To bring positive creative energy into the world is scary, but it’s something the world needs now more than ever.

As for me, I’ll be ready to start doing interviews for the proper show, The Talking Text Podcast, most likely next week. Wish me luck!

Make art. Make haste.

-Jaime Alejandro.

Visit my novice ramblings at https://anchor.fm/addendum?at=2423609

Inspiration from Elliott.

Been thinking a lot about Elliott Smith lately, how he has been a tremendous influence on my writings and how he has been the soundtrack to most of my teenage and adult life.  I’m working up some notes for the next Addendum segment, and found this video link. I find it so beneficial to see what the creators from other mediums are doing and how they arrange their ideas into a cohesive expression. No matter how he did it, Elliott was an incredible talent that we lost much too soon.

This performance is a great example of just how insane his playing was. Yes, he was a phenomenal songwriter, but his guitar playing was just as good. Tomorrow Tomorrow, the first track was super influential when I was writing some movies in college.

These tracks always filled me with profound sadness, and by the time the song ends, I am left with awe. This is the gold standard for me. Thank you Elliott.

Make art. Make haste.

-Jaime Alejandro