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).

<3

PCP

Turtle Totem Tuesday (#TTT)

#08

4.8.14

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.

<3

PCP

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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

<3

PCP

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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

Jane

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?

<3

PCP

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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:

Bells.Case

JCP's.Teisco

JCP's pick

Ghost.Guitar

 

…and the full set.

 

<3

PCP

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Turtle Totem Tuesday (#TTT)

#07

4.1.14

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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Peace EP Retrospective #01

It’s been a little bit, but it’s my goal to post every day in April and I wanted to start off with a bang.  As the one year anniversary of the Peace EP (Phuket!) looms, I will be releasing exclusive content related to the record… random notes, field recordings, photos, and demos from my time in Thailand in 2012.  The following is the first in a series of live in-studio performances entitled “#reellife“, because, well, it’s real life on a digital reel.  No cuts, no fluff, just straight to the point performance takes of songs, and I won’t be the only one participating (hint, hint).

“Salt Stings”

I wrote this one a few days after I arrived in Thailand.  The women I was staying with had to go to their day jobs teaching English, so I went to work, too.  Much to my delight, I had been gifted a a surprise guitar and it didn’t leave my hands much during my time in Phuket.  The salt does sting.  I had a small cut on either my foot or my knee, and remember stepping into the sea for the first time with a wince, thinking, “well, it’s better than cleaning it with the thai tap water.”  This is also a turning point in my relationship with water.  The first day at the beach, I forgot to bring water.  Dolt.  I got burned and dehydrated.  The sun over there is no joke, it will destroy any unprepared pasty flesh in a heartbeat.  I quickly realized how important it was to carry a bottle with me at all times, which I have pretty much made regular practice since.  Now, when I sing the chorus for this song, I can hear the fledgling lovey-dovey relationship I had begun with water even two years ago.

Here’s a Cabin Fever 2014 acoustic version of Salt Stings:

What is your relationship with water like?  Have you spent an honest minute in reflection with the substance we know everything and simultaneously / paradoxically nothing about?  How much do you ingest?  Why do you go about your relationship with aqua life the way you do?  I’ve gotten into the recent repetition of dumping cold water over my head at the end of my bathing ritual to remind myself near-daily of how lucky I am to have access not only to clean, but also hot water.  In Bangkok, I bathed with a steel bowl and a wash basin several times a day.  The city of six million people is as hot as it is dirty, and sometimes the only respite from both was to dump water overhead and soak in the mild refreshment.

I feel this song has come a long ways, and to share the recorded version seems to lessen my experience with it.  So, grab yourself a fresh glass of water, give it an intentional thought, take a sip, and dive in.

Salt Stings

I’ve got lots of content up my sleeve for the coming month, stay tuned…

<3

PCP

Turtle Totem Tuesday (#TTT)

#06

#06

stark contrasts between
the here and now and then so
perfectly fragile

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Turtle Totem Tuesday (#TTT)

#05

#05

This little chelonian descendent spoke to me immediately when I was going through my archive.  He his holding his head tall and strong, and appears to be swimming.  Sometimes I need a reminder we are all holding our heads  above the water, and a seeming lack of interest or artistic reciprocation from others along my path is rarely an indication of anything personally relating to me.  I will hold this turtle totem as a reminder this week to hold my head up and continually hold the space I aim to cultivate, in my personal, professional, artistic life and beyond.

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