The Peace EP Turns One

It has officially been a year since PCP released the Peace EP, and I am amazed at what the seemingly simple act of releasing music for the public to digest has done for me.  I needed to release those songs in order to put a piece of myself to rest and learn to move forward in creating perpetually realized moments of clarity.

The blog I posted about intention the other day rings true with this release.  I knew what my intention was behind releasing the Peace EP, and it was realized.  Now, with the latest material I have in the can for One Man’s Trash, I am pleased to see how much the intention behind my musical approach has grown in such a short period of time.  Seeing my trials and tribulations from another frame of mind has taught me lessons which would have otherwise been impossible for me to learn.  I encourage you to pursue your art, it’s the only thing I’ve found which has shown me my own perspective from a bird’s eye view.

I wanted to do something to commemorate the release, so I decided to put together a sample pack of pieces from the album.  There are melodic instruments, vocals, drums, and a demo from my time in Phuket.  I figured there would be a couple people / producer cats who would at least want to snag up some drums.  Click the photo to download the sample pack, it will be free for the rest of the week.

Phuket: A Retrospective Sample Pack



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Love / Hate Relationship

Since releasing the Peace EP in April 2013, I’ve been consciously working on cultivating a mindful relationship with the intentions behind my actions.  Over the course of my last month at Cabin Fever, I decided to do a simple experiment:

I cleaned, rinsed and filled two jars with a cup of water and a tablespoon of chia seeds each, then sealed them both with a lid.  On one jar, I drew a heart and a smiley face and spoke sweetly to it.  I often mentioned how nice and happy it was looking and and generally held it in high regard.  On the other jar, I drew a frown face with x’s for eyes and the word “die” on it.  I said awful things to this jar, things I would cringe to say to another person and do not wish to repeat.  While sitting at my workstation, I would often look at the jars on the sill and smile at the love jar, while casting glares at the hate jar.

After 30 days passed, as I was packing up my studio in preparation of heading back to civilization, I decided to open the jars and snap a photo of each one:


Love Jar

Sight:  Thin layer of coalesced chia seeds floating on top of the water, a few green sprouts here and there.  Slight film on top of water.

Smell:  Sickly sweet, almost like a sugar-y / fermenting alcohol smell.  Not exactly pleasant, but not offensive either.  Kinda like the last sip of a microbrew left in a bottle overnight.

Hate Jar

Sight:  Nearly all seeds were sunk to the bottom of the water.  Slight film on the top of the water, appears to be devoid of life, no signs of sprouting.

Smell:  Made me gag, smelled sickly of sulfur.  Still fills my mouth with a terrible taste as I think back while writing this blog post a day later.

I’m aware this isn’t a perfectly executed experiment, and rather than do the experiment again on my own, I figured I’d encourage you to do it for yourself and share your findings with me.  It’s simple and only takes a few minutes of effort.  Use different seeds.  Use different jars.  Use a control jar that receives no attention whatsoever.  Maybe try it with two of the same plants and speak to the water you feed them.  Get creative.  Be intentional.  Based on the past year of my life, I have come to believe the intention behind the words we speak to each other can have a very real and profound effect on our lives.  Something as simple as a “great work” or “I noticed your effort” or “thank you” or “I love you” can help us grow and thrive, while something as seemingly innocuous as “you’re stupid” or “you look ugly” or “what a piece of shit” can have real consequences beyond the initial sneer and spiteful laugh.

I know what my intentions were in speaking to these jars and I see night and day in these two photos.  Perhaps you see intriguing evidence, perhaps you see a poorly controlled second grade science experiment.  I’ve seen the effects of intention in my life, in both positive and negative light.  What have you professed with intent to make someone feel good?  What have you uttered with intent to make someone feel bad?  Is there anyone alive undeserving of love?  Are there people out there who deserve to be the target of hate?  I don’t really expect answers, I’m just intending to make you intuit the next perfunctory string of aural symbols you encounter on this current trip around the sun.



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Peace EP Retrospective #02

“See Ya”

This was one of those songs that simply wrote itself. At the time, Thailand forced me to address a lot of unsaids in several relationships in my life… and this is a good example of writing growing and evolving over time. Each phrase was about something specific, and now, it’s specific in its expanse across several relationships in my life. I channeled the melody for this on the back of a motorbike, heading to the airport to travel from Phuket to Chiang Mai. I even remember literally turning a corner as it happened.  I wrote the chord progression on my newfound Australian friend Loch’s Baby Taylor 3/4 acoustic in Chiang Mai, sitting at a cafe, deciding how to begin the first day of the rest of my life.  Over the course of the next few days following, I prodded at the lyrics while traveling down the Mekong River.  Aside from recording a quick demo on the road, I all but forgot about this song until I started recording the Peace EP in February 2013.  

Temple Top Sunset

Here’s a Cabin Fever 2014 acoustic version of  ‘See Ya’:

In February, I received a message from a woman saying this song recently helped her through a rough patch, so Roz, this one is for you (and your friends).



Turtle Totem Tuesday (#TTT)



This turtle is a turtle, sure, but it’s also made up of beautiful polished stone and what looks to be carved triangles.  As I’m in the final stages of wrapping up the 1OH version of my father’s gallery for One Man’s Trash, I’m beginning to see how important it is to notice what comprises a whole.  I’m not simply a human being, I am the amalgamate of everything I digest / ingest / read / listen / see / am subjected to.  I’ve handled every single piece of JCP’s art gallery with my own two hands, and snapped every photo in this gallery… but only after taking a step back and seeing the art through these photos am I able to see what I believe was his final lesson to me.  I’m going to keep it to myself, for now, but I’ll let this turtle totem serve as a reminder to take note of all the details which comprise my whole life, accepting the things I cannot change with grace and humility, praising the beautiful imperfections, and discarding the pieces which no longer serve me.

Happy Tuesday, ya’ll.



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Cabin Fever #20

Well, I missed yesterday.  I didn’t even make it a week of posting each day, but in all honesty, every day is too much.  Attempting to live a fruitful and productive life while talking about it on the internet seems slightly counter-intuitive, so I’m going to scale back a bit more.  Over this past weekend, I spent a few days with Carnage The Executioner, the greatest live hip-hop act I’ve ever seen.  This man has more energy than people half his age, and has been beatboxing since before I was born.  Over the past 6 years, we have developed an indescribable connection and working relationship, I’m excited for you all to see the fruits of this past session’s labor.  My time here @ Cabin Fever is fleeting, but this week will see another revision round on One Man’s Trash as well as a few goodies related to the Peace EP One Year Retrospective.  

Carnage The Executioner



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Cabin Fever #19

Meet Jane.  Since I posted my old man’s guitar the other day, I figured I’d best give my baby some shine, too.  We’ve been together for 4 years, but only recently started sleeping together in December.  She’s the first I see in the morning, and the last before my daily dream stasis.  In the winter, I feed her two small sponges of water daily (which she drinks at her leisure), and generally massage her neck somewhere between one and eight hours on any given day.  She’s generally tagging along with me wherever I go, but we’ve recently discussed my acquiring a younger mistress (for traveling) who is a bit more nubile.   We’ve been through the ringer together, and I’m more protective of her than my own heart.  Granted, she helps me represent and realize pieces of said heart, but I’d take a stomping before letting her go without a fight.

PCP's Martin


Cabin Fever #18

While packing and preparing for Cabin Fever (Round Two), I undertook the task of cleaning out my mother’s crawlspace… unearthing a treasure trove of childhood memories condensed into a few cardboard boxes.  In particular, I found an old Fisher-Price record player which still had a few of the plastic-toothed records stowed away inside.  Made in Switzerland in the late 1970s, the toy record player instantly creaked to life with a few spins, even after sitting dormant for at least 15 years (and being spun countless times for all of my siblings and I throughout our collective childhood).

I’m not much for nostalgia these days, but something told me I had to record these snapshots of my childhood, if not for my nieces and nephews, then at least to preserve a small; yet, integral part of my innocence as a budding musician.  Even in those days, I remember music playing a large role in my life.  I have so many great recollections of myself being enthralled by melodies, choruses, rounds, and sing-a-longs as a child, it is no wonder I have blossomed into a full-fledged musician and audio engineer in my adult life.  So, this one is for the kiddos, little ones, and babies of the world:

#Lullabox 01:  Humpty Dumpty

This is just the first one, there will be more.  While I am appreciative of this find, part of me wishes I had rediscovered my original Playskool boombox with attached microphone, hiding away the magic contained within an old Magnavox cassette tape with magnetic etchings of my pre-pubescent voice wailing out riveting acapella versions of “Fat” by Weird Al, “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred, and “No Rain” by Blind Melon.

Well, one is want to dream… what was the last thing you pulled out of your childhood?



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Cabin Fever #17

JCP’s Guitar

I haven’t publicly talked about this much of late, but I’ve been working diligently on my father’s gallery and I feel the need to share a one-of-a-kind piece of JCP.  This guitar was his baby, lovingly refinished / rewired from the ground up.  I believe it’s a mid-1960s Teisco, and it sounds as twangy as it looks.  He really enjoyed playing with “8s” on his guitar (any axe slingers out there may be raising there eyebrows, these strings are super slinky), and while I don’t think I ever actually heard him play a fully realized composition (riffs, yes, songs, no), I learned about the depths sound manipulation from him.

See the guitar pick?  He scored them to give him a better handle.  The bells?  His security system (he even has his initials carved into one of them, which I didn’t noticed until I took these photos).  The whammy bar?  I can still envision him plunking away on it, eyebrows raised, forehead wrinkled, smiling all the while.  I mean, there’s even a paintbrush in his case.

All of reality is vibration.  Our physical limitations place us in a perfect space to perceive these vibrations in fantastic and mind-expanding ways on a daily basis.  For one moment, ponder the idea of yourself existing without the abilities and gifts you have in your five senses (or six, depending on how intuitive you are).  If all we are is vibration, it would make sense that what we put in our bodies (aurally and orally) would be attuned in harmony with the physical composition of our bodies (or not… but that’s a topic for another day).

Here’s a few shots of JCP‘s golden child:



JCP's pick



…and the full set.




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Turtle Totem Tuesday (#TTT)



The pieces are starting to come together, so it’s no wonder I pulled this guy out.  This is the 1st photo of the archive and it’s the 1st of the month, so it was my initial thought, and I’m not surprised.  Over the course of the past year, I’ve come to understand building things of value takes investment.  The first thousand hours of my musical development could now be applied in a few minutes, but I wouldn’t be where I’m at without living those hours presently applying the teachings / understanding.  Distillation of talent and craft is key.  To date, I’ve yet to find a shortcut for working presently and stretching to the edge of creative potential.  The journey is the process, the finish line isn’t physical.

I’ve been diligently practicing the songs I cut in February.  Lots to remember, but the puzzle is starting to fall into place and the imagery of my father’s legacy, while still fragmented, is coming together through the practice I began dreaming on November 24th, 2010.  I’ve been working with JCP’s art quite a bit over the past few days, and I feel confident he would say this archive I have painstakingly and lovingly assembled is “pretty neat”.

What are you working towards?

P.S. I knew there was another word for turtle I was neglecting…  terrapin!

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