I’ve been on the fringe of the music industry for over thirty years, beginning as a founding member of the post-punk musical phenomena The Londons (80s) and The Blooms (’90s).
The Blooms quickly became an internet sensation in the early days of mp3.com, one of the first artist driven music sharing sites. The topped the mp3.com alternative charts several times, hitting #1 with songs including “She’s Alone,” “Everything Between” and “Loves Like Heaven.” The Blooms project, which was little more than me and a few session players, ended abruptly when the online music-sharing rules changed almost overnight.
Since then, I withdrew from the industry. I was bitter, disillusioned and ready to move on.
Recently, my father died. I woke up one day, in my mid fifties, and felt that time was slipping away and that I still had something to give. I got some of my old songbooks out of a box and fell back in love with some of the songs. But this time, things would have to be different.
First and foremost, I could no longer try to hide my voice. I was going to stop running it through all kinds of processors and burying it in the mix. In fact, I was going to strip everything down. No more electric guitars, no more distortion, no more relying on others to interpret how I relate to audiences. I also knew this would mean starting from scratch. I started playing open mic nights (and still do) because they give me an opportunity to truly see if the songs engage people.
As I started to play out, I also began to write again. And the new material was every bit as compelling, if not more so, than what I was writing in my twenties for The Londons. I’ve learned a lot during the past year.
First off, performing is very different than playing and recording. I took for granted that when I was in my ’20s I was a good performer. By that, able to play through hour-long sets without error and high energy. When you are recording, you don’t have to do that. But even in my youth, I did it in bands and was never a front-man. Which means I could disappear for a while.
Now for the first time, I am playing live with just me, my one acoustic guitar, my voice, and my song. This is very different.
Let me try to put this another way. In my youth, I used to hunger to hit the stage. Playing with The Londons was truly a joyous and exhilarating feeling. I couldn’t wait to explode on stage and hated to leave. After each set, it typically took me and the other bandmates nearly an hour just to cool down. We used to walk out the clubs and walk off the adrenaline. Since then, playing as a solo, I feel exposed. I sit there like a bundle of nerves, thinking about everything that could go wrong. Or more importantly, am I going to be able to find the vocal notes.
After doing this over the past year, for the first time I have begun to hunger for the stage. I can’t wait to reconnect with audiences and share my music.