Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Carolina Liar on the rocks please



Well, I figure why not pick up my blogging once more. I mean, life after graduation is at a standstill. As I wait to see if Warner-Chappell is going to go ahead and give me the chance to prove to them that I CAN handle the A&R position, I'm spending my summer enjoying the music that Southern California has to offer. As I have done in the past, I headed to another private listener party on the Hornblower Cruises. What's great about these shows is that we literally get to watch an intimate performance on the deck of a cruise as we sail around the San Diego harbor for 2 hours; the boat takes off as the sun sets and returns well after all the lights of the San Diego skyline are on-- and frankly, San Diego has got the best and prettiest downtown skyline I've ever seen (take that New York!)

Tonight we got to see Carolina Liar do an acoustic show on the smaller boat, the Hornblower Adventure. I can honestly say that I had never really listened to these guys other than their two songs that are constantly on the radio, but I figured that there is nothing that beats live music, so why not? I took Ginger with me to bring back memories of our concert summers, and we had just as awesome of a time as we had two years ago. Chad and Rikard (I don't know how you spell it, he's Swedish, and hot) kicked it off with the perfect song, California Bound as the boat was sailing away from the harbor. So we had the San Diego bay backdrop, and halfway through the song, a Navy plane flew overhead very low, which made for an AWESOME special effects. 

All in all, I have to say that the show was... ehhhh.... Chad's voice was a little off, and Rickard kept talking between songs sometimes saying things that were just completely out of left field. However, they did get the crowd going and clapping. During Last Night people got up and started dancing- something about songs about drinking and one night stands always get people, I guess. They finished off the set with I'm Not Over You and by this point most people were already up. I was distracted by an old man in the front row who was bumping and grinding with the people next to him which was AWESOME!!! That's the kind of old man I want at my wedding to make sure people get up and dance!

The rest of the cruise was pretty random. Since it was a 21 and up event because of the bar, I can only assume that the two skinny bobble head girls were recent 21 year olds (or had fake IDs) that seriously made me feel a little more dumb every time they opened their mouths-- I'll take "The Hills" anyday now. There was the one guy trying to sell his book about how to swim to Angola and how to survive there. According to him, the New York Times dubbed him the modern day, real life Indiana Jones, but even that didn't convince us to pony up $30 for his book. There was, as Ginger called him, the D.I.L.F. (yes, like MILF) who while hugging his wife with one hand, was rubbing his wife's friend's back and butt secretly. There was the extremely wasted guy who was with the two scary lesbians who looked like he was about to puke in his seat the minute the show started and his friends only kept pushing him around more. And there was the awkward run in with the band. Chad was pretty good about chatting, but Rickard on the other hand would just ignore people and jump over the chairs to chat with the hot girls with big boobs... figures....

one day i'll have my big boobs and I'll use them to score a decent conversation....
just kidding...

:)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

a dynamic afternoon with dynamite walls

I quit writing in my blog for some time, to focus on school and work. However, I just chatted with a local band from san diego, and I had to post a review of the guys.


One of the great things about living in Southern California is the richness and variety of music that we have. In San Diego, it doesn’t hurt that we’re just two hours south of Los Angeles, the center of the music industry. It’s hard to go through every single band in San Diego because there are so many, but one does stand out among the others. This band is called Dynamite Walls.

            Based out of Encinitas in San Diego, the band has been around for about 5 years, made up of members of other local bands. The guys came together one by one through mutual friends until they each decided to leave their respective bands and form a new one, Dynamite Walls. The four members are Tom Pritchard, the founding member and lead singer and guitarists, Allan Bates, the bassist, Alex Blundell, the guitarist, and Paul Kimmel, the keyboardist and drummer. I had the privilege of meeting Dynamite Walls a while back and not only do they play well together, but they also get along great. One of their “traditions” to keeping the brotherly bond is to challenge a different member of the band every week to some kind of food or action challenge. For example, the day after I met them, it was Paul Kimmel’s turn to attempt to eat 100 McDonald’s chicken nuggets in under an hour. I later found out, he didn’t make it past 45.

            Dynamite Walls’ sound could best be described as an Americana folk-pop sound, with their influences, which include San Diego based surf band The Hot Licks, not even remotely visible. Instead, their music ranges from so many great artists before them on a song to song basis. Some songs remind you of Coldplay and John Mayer, while others have a Van Morrison and even Beatles feel. That’s what makes a band like this great; the fact that they can shift their music around to fit several different corners of music genres makes them a more well rounded band, that is easily liked by all.

            I asked Pritchard what he considers his songwriting style to be like, and he told me, “Radiohead, hands down”. I had to ask why he dared compare himself to a band of that caliber known for writing some of the most prolific songs out there. I didn’t mean that to be demeaning in any way, but when you compare yourself to a band that has revolutionized the way we hear music, I have to know. He told me that he believes in Thom Yorke’s system of songwriting as a way of storytelling by keeping the audience always in mind. Sounds about right. And it’s hard to understand after hearing this, how so many bands do not take their audience into consideration. Alex Blundell, the guitarist, tells me that “we’re still a young band pulling from our individual lives and influences” and that the purpose of a great song is to tell a story that will touch the lives of both young and old. Their latest single, “Kiss and Ride”, starts off with Sold drugs to pay the rent/ And in the end covered in sweat, I made a fortune. This kind of  songwriting engages and brings out the truth, in a cynically sarcastic way, about life.

            When Dynamite Walls for got together, they began playing at showcases both in San Diego and Los Angeles with the hope of landing a record deal from a major company. They soon realized that the industry went “from a lot of talk to a lot of nothing”, and although they definitely generated a lot of buzz and gained big name fans in the industry, they found that dealing with labels and agencies meant putting the rest of your life on hold. They jumped in the studio, where they recorded a new EP produced by big time producer, Paul Fox (who produced for XTC and 10,000 maniacs) and began shopping it to labels once more, this time getting picked up by Sony. Unfortunately, as is the case all to often, they were dropped from the label without a release.

            The band continues to shop for labels, although they have been signed on to a well known and very reputable management company. Since then, they have just recorded a new full length CD, recorded a video for their song “Kiss and Ride” and play shows weekly around San Diego and Los Angeles. They’re a regular fixtures at both the Casbah and The Beauty Bar, where they draw in about 120 people a night- Not bad for a small town band.

            Every band has got to have a timeline they wish to follow, so I asked Tom Pritchard what his expected timeline was for him and the guys and he said that for now, the guys will continue to play their weekly shows, but because of the economy, they can’t afford to all quit their jobs and focus on the band. However, thanks to the internet and social networking site like myspace and facebook, they are able to promote their music and shows without having to leave the house or work, and that has helped them out a lot. In fact, the only promotion they do for their upcoming gigs is through myspace and facebook, and whatever the venue does to help them out. Their only challenge continues to be selling their music. Pritchard sat across the table from me, slightly reclined, with a confident smile. I couldn’t help but ask him why he was so sure that they could make it, especially without a label, and without nationwide touring. He answered “I can see everything coming together at once, where we eventually get a label that’s really behind the music and the band, and for now, we’re just preparing for it to blow us and everyone else away.”

            Sticking to the main purpose of this paper, I had to ask them why they considered themselves a native San Diego band when half of the members aren’t even from the city. He answered me with a very logical answer, “how many native San Diegans are there really?” Which is true. Most people I’ve come in contact with in San Diego are from a million other places other than San Diego, myself included. But, he says that there is a distinct feel to the music scene in San Diego. It’s more friendly, more homey, and almost inviting you to become a part of it. Not like Hollywood, he says, where you just constantly have to prove to everyone that you’re barely good enough to call yourself a musician; where you are constantly being judged and compared and everyone is just waiting for the chance to shoot you down artistically. The idea of living and being a part of a scene in which you feel as though you are family, even though you don’t all know each other, is a unique characteristic to San Diego.

            I decided to break away from the history of Dynamite Walls and get to know the guys a little better. If they could play with any band or musician, dead or alive, who would it be? All four guys gave me four way different answers. Pritchard shouts out “The Beatles or The Beach Boys!” while from the other three I get a mixture of Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, and even some more modern artists like Nirvana, Velvet Underground, and The Killers. Hey, all those sound great to me. But I asked them to narrow it down, basing it on their style of music and performance, and come up with a collaborative answer and it took them a good ten minutes of deliberation before Blundell finally says “ we’d be awesome playing either on tour with or on stage with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers or Fleetwood Mac. With that answer, I think that these guys are probably the coolest guys I know!

            Most bands could go on for days talking about themselves, but what makes Dynamite Walls so awesome is that they don’t have egos and they aren’t music snobs. Allan Bates says that now they want to know just who they’ve been talking to (me) and says: “without time to think, name what CD is in your car right now!” I answer confidently that I’ve got the new Silversun Pickups playing, “Swoon”. Some of the guys say things along the lines of “nice!” while I also get “that’s crap!”. Bates then shouts “again without thinking, top three artists/musicians”. This one takes me by surprise, but nevertheless I answer “Dylan, Springsteen, and Petty.” With this answer, I get an honorary invite to be a part of Dynamite Walls. Great… now if I could only learn to sing or play.

            The afternoon with Dynamite Walls ends with me being challenged to a beer chugging contest with Blundell, which I have to refuse because somehow I have to manage to drive home. I get my honorary membership taken away for that one… but I promise to make time to complete another one of their challenges soon. Maybe I will do that at their next show, on May 13 at the Viper Room in Los Angeles.

            

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

going away for a while...

Decided to just focus on school...

Saturday, January 17, 2009

hmmm just a thought

I know I said my next real entry would be about The Gaslight Anthem (Rysaac... don't forget what I said), but I had one of the most random, spontaneous, and all around best nights I've had in a while. Good food, good people, good fun. What more can you ask for?

Let's back up a little in the life of Dalit. When I first decided I wanted to work in the music industry, I discovered a local record label that was starting up and needed interns: Banter Records. They were looking for interns with experience, and "how are you supposed to have experience, when no one will give you experience without it?" But, being the charming, stubborn, and giant pain in the ass that I am, I bugged and harassed the hell out of Matt until he agreed to interview me, and gave me the "job". It was an untraditional and unconventional internship. I would show up at 8 pm and would work until midnight or later in the makeshift office of Matt, Tyler, and Caleb's living room. Don't get me wrong, I had my own desk and all, but I would stay up putting stickers on millions of CDs. It was a great time. Thanks to Tyler, I discovered my love for alcohol and cigarettes (I quit smoking now) at the tender age of 20. There was never a night when I wouldnt come in to an ice cold beer waiting for me... Those were fun times, its like I had three new brothers. I mean, one of the best shows I've ever seen in my life was Bright Eyes in Hollywood, and that was thanks to them taking me.

Well, just the other day, I got back in touch with Tyler (who calls me Dalai Lama) who filled me in on Matt moving to San Francisco and him joining in 6 months, and that The Antiques, our number one band, had split up and now Joey was trying his hand at The Traditionist. He also told me that Banter Records was moving away from being a label and more into the PR and management side of things. Smart move. He told me about The Traditionist playing tonight.

So I went. I took Ashley and we met up with Ryan at the Waterfront- only the best burger dive bar in San Diego. It's a total dive bar that is packed from 10 am to 3 am. We chowed down on our Waterfront Burgers and headed to Subtext, the grand opening of an art gallery where The Traditionist would be playing. It's been a while since I had been in that "scene". Since my ex, Dan, would take me to art galleries and displays, I hadn't seen the whole "hipster scene" in a while. It took Ashley a little getting used to. She's from Lake Jackson, Texas--- yeah..... its exactly what you're thinking.... I ran into Tyler in the courtyard and I said hi, and then the band started playing.

What is the Traditionist?  Oh boy. The best I can do is (and bear with me): The Album Leaf meets The Mother Hips meets Iron and Wine meets Bright Eyes with a hint of Pink Floyd. I KNOW!!!!!!!! I love Joey to death, but I feel like his thing is more about the lyrics than about the music, because it's the same notes over and over, and everyone playing the same note at the same time. It would get to a point where it would feel a little dull. I definitely liked him in The Antiques a whole lot better. The band played in the courtyard with a garage door that led to the street completely open. About halfway through the set, the cops showed up, attempted to stop the show, couldn't, so they gave up and left. It was awesome.

After the show, I stayed and talked to Tyler a little more, and I believe he tried recruiting me to San Francisco after graduation to work with him and Matt again. When I told him I would either be in LA or NY, and that I now have interviews lined up with Harry Fox, PopGun, and Warner-Chappell, he told me he would get me in touch with as many people as he knew down at Warner... and that we should sit and talk one day and catch up for real. Then, the girl I think was his girlfriend was getting restless, so we said bye and left.

Met up with Joe at his house, but not before making a bathroom break at Ralphs, and leaving the store with a pack of chocolate chip cookies. Ashley and I knew the code to his apartment so we just went in, past the concierge and got his ass out of his house and into my car. First stop was Shout House to watch the dueling pianos because neither Ash nor Joe had ever seen them. But, it was military night, so that was an instant no go. Second stop, Whiskey Girl. The line was around the corner with a ratio of 8 guys to 1 girl. Again, no go. Third stop, Fleetwood. But halfway there, we decide to go to  Jolt'n Joes instead to play some pool. SO RANDOM... neither one of us three is the pool playing especially on a Friday night, type of person. And then, as the drinking games got under way, David showed up. I thought David hated me, but I guess not. 

As usual, David left early cuz he's an old geezer, but it was good to finally see him again. I lost. A lot. It turns out, I suck at pool. But good thing is that for some reason I was craving beer ( I don't drink beer!) so that made my "getting drunk" not so drunk. If anything I was hyper. Pool playing plus alcohol, plus pool balls and pool sticks = a lot of dirty jokes. A  LOT OF THEM. And lots of laughing. too much. my cheeks hurt. Probably haven't been this hyper since highschool. 

2 am: striking up a conversation with the guy at the bar lands us a free dinner at the Ocean Air Room across the street. Why? Because the guy was the head chef there and he was doing Restaurant Week, so if we go in before Wednesday, we'll get a free dinner. 

2:30 am: Zach sends a cab to get me from Ashley's house. Zach never does stuff like that. Too bad I wasn't at Ashley's anymore. I was already on my way home. 

And now...... thinking that maybe New York is not the place for me to live. I love it too much down here in Cali. And my friends are here. And my work is in LA. so now, I'm having second thoughts..... as I'm packing for my week in NYC where I'm interviewing for jobs... GREAT

And now.....

Thursday, January 15, 2009

hmmm

Did anyone else notice that The Decemberists "Infanta" has a very Muse "Kinghts of Cydonia"-like feeling to it? Just checking...

help wanted....

Ok. I'm trying to get my blog up back to the way it used to be. You know, before SOMEONE went into my account and erased the entire site. Real mature...

I had someone who was helping out in pimpin' my blog up and makin' it all hip and awesome and linked out, but now that person is no longer in my creative circle (seems to be a pattern..) and am currently looking for someone to step up to the plate and re-vamp my new site. 
    * If you're interested and are more skilled with these things than I am, email me at dalittroyce@gmail.com

I'll also be spending more time writing entries for y'all to read, and am getting back on my address book to get my old readers to re-sign up... but this time around it will be better. Promise. That was my new year's resolution*

Keep an eye out for my reasons as to why you should be as hooked on The Gaslight Anthem as I am. (I'll give you a hint: The Gaslight Anthem v. Springsteen)

Stay Fabulous!

* Okay that wasn't really my new years resolution. Cut me some slack...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

No Retreats, No Regrets


So, as you may or may not know, I'm headed to New York City next week. I'm going to find a job. Let's face it, the economy sucks. And as my dad's friend told me, my personality is what hooks people. So I've got to use it to my advantage. Rather than just send out resumes all over the place and wait for them to come to me, I'm going to them. And I'm going to keep going and going until I find what it is I want, and I get what I want. Sounds a little arrogant, but trust me, in this situation, its your attitude thats going to make the biggest difference...

In preparing for the upcoming interviews, I am counting on that one (or two) question/s (remember, I'm in the music industry), who did I get into music, or who influenced me music wise? I figure that in prepping my answer, I'll use this as my moment to let you in on why it is that I do what I do, and why I am so passionate about it.

Most people that I know within the industry got into music because of their upbringing. Most of the people that I actually ask this to are into somewhat the same style in music in me too, so that should also be taken into consideration. I'm used to getting answers like "I grew up listening to my dad's old Beatles records" or "My mom and dad were huge fans of Pink Floyd" or "there was always some Miles Davis or Billie Holliday playing at my house growing up." Seems fitting. It's kind of like that whole "nature v. nurture" debate. If you grow up listening to something, it should sort of stick with you, right? But what if you didnt grow up with it?

I didn't. In fact, growing up I would wake up every Saturday morning to my parents BLASTING the Mexican Mariachi group Los Trio, or my dad's extensive Yanni collection of records AND videos. In fact, the closest thing to rock n roll (or "good music" as I like to call it) is my dad singing The Doors' "Light my Fire" every birthday we celebrated at the house whenever we lit the birthday candles, and I had no idea what it was until years later! At the same time though, one of my best memories are when I would drive from El Paso to Chihuahua (in Mexico) with my dad on his business trips every couple of months and we would put Cher's "Still in Love With You" on repeat and we would both sing it at the top of our lungs in my dads beat up little white truck. Yeah, its Cher. But I am not embarassed to admit that she is one of my musical heroes (heroines??) I'm pretty sure that wasn't even a released single ever, but I knew every word to that song, and I would sing it like I was still in love with someone at the age of 8.

Unless it was traditional Mexican music (or Yanni/Enya), music in my house wasn't a big deal. So, my getting into music was by complete accident. In the summer of '96, Donna Lewis' song "I Love You Always Forever" was a huge hit. Now when I listen to it, I'm like 'what is this?' But I loved it, and with my allowance I had my mom drive me to Blockbuster Music where I bought my first music item... Donna Lewis' "Now In A Minute" CASSETTE TAPE, with that song on it. I remember asking my dad why the tape was called Now In A Minute if there wasnt even a song by that name, and he explained that an album is the title of the entire collection of songs recorded in it. There you have it... my first real music fact!! And a few years later, I bought my first CD- The Offsprings "Americana" because of that song "Pretty Fly For A White Guy". As soon as my parents saw the cd booklet inside with pictures of a kid with mutant limbs, they took me straight to Wal Mart and demanded that I get an exchange. I opted for N SYNCS debut self titled album. There began my boy band fanaticism.

The N Sync album didn't have the lyrics inside, so I sat for hours and hours listening to each song, puasing and playing after every three words, so that I could write them down. Eventually I had the words written and memorized (years later I found out I had heard the words wrong), and I still have that notebook with me. My love for "rock" music developed in high school when I began to hang out with friends of mine (Aryan and James!) that played the guitar and I started to find out about bands like The Goo Goo Dolls, The Foo Fighters, A.F.I, etc. *I must say though that I was still a huge pop fan with a huge obsession for BSB, NSYNC, Enrique Iglesias, and still Cher--- I snuck into her concert and watched her from the front row all by myself*

By the end of high school my KaZaA (I know...) had about 3,000 songs and my CD collection had grown to about 300 CDs. Living in El Paso, there isn't much of a music scene, so my new musical tastes came from the exact following way: I would go to CDnow.com and get all the song names from an artist I wanted to download on Kazaa, and then I would go to recommended artists, and download those, and so on. I was able to discover Sugarcult, MXPX, The Movielife and Pollyana that way. Senior year of high school I started to go to house parties where bands would play, or I would spend Saturday nights at Double Dave's Pizza where a local band from high school, Toast, would play. That's how I got into live music, but my friends werent as into it, so I never had a chance to go to shows. 

When I moved to California in 2003, it all changed. The first time I opened The Reader and went to the music section, I immediately called my friend Aryan and I perfectly remember saying something along the lines of "I can't believe it! Most of the bands on my computer are playing shows here! The Ataris, Dashboard Confessional, Taking Back Sunday, Something Corporate!!" I was absolutely in awe, but had no friends yet, so I had to miss those shows too...

Then, I met Ginger. I still consider her one of my best friends, and if it weren't for her, I probably wouldnt be where I am right now... working with her at Chevy's I found out we had the same musical tastes. We would swap CDs at work, and eventually we started going to shows together. She would stay with me til the end and we would meet the band, and take pictures, and buy merch. I think the summer we met, we were at a show about 2-3 a week, and we started going to music festivals and we continued to get more into the San Diego scene. If it weren't for her coming to those shows with me, I wouldn't have felt the need to keep searching for new music to show her, and never realized that my real passion was in fact the promotion of new music. *Ginger-- wait til I get a car finally, and wait til Eva Lily becomes a little rockstar, and everything will pick up right where we left it*

Three years after that, here I am, with two record label internships, one music management internship, and one booking job under my belt, and headed for the Big Leagues. Without really realizing it, I fell into this industry. My itunes collection now boasts 9,000+ songs and I still continue to buy CDs, and my most prized posession is my autographed Tom Petty "Hard Promises" Vinyl. I have written and am in the process of getting published, a Bruce Springsteen Rhetorical Criticism, and can beat most of my friends at music trivia. 

Ok, so I may not have grown up listening to Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, but I'm 23 years old, and am unbelievably proud to say that I think I have made up for that by now, and actually today, listened to Bob Dylan's bootleg album "No Direction Home" while driving through town.. and probably being affected by his music just as much as the people who first heard him at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival were.