Making a Band in Los Angeles The Blog of Laura Duncan

The guest

November 13

The guest arrives w/ pure confusion

Viewing eyes are opening w/ red.

The air it feels like suffocation

Desolation breathing in instead.

The warning signs were always there

But ’till you’ve seen the mark you’re unaware

The guest inquires about the weather

Softly to replace the mute despair

The coffee lays untouched before

The whitened knees of people in their chairs.

The clock it marches on past light

Where noone dares disturb the wrap of night

W/ bowing heads and shriveled shoulders

Weakened kin are aided to their beds

The last of us choose to recall

Smile happy tales while dancing around death

And in our minds, try to insert, 

A wall that slowly closes around hurt.

Blog 3- New York New York part 1

July 26

Blog 3-

New York New York part 1

 

1 hour delay, 5 hour flight, azing days in New York, 1 and a half hour drive, 2 glorious days in Long island, 1 hour drive to the airport, 3 hours sitting on the runway, a 5 hour flight, 30 minutes home and 7:30 wake up for work.

 

New York New York.

 

I am walking through

Central park, and its 90 plus degrees. Ah I forgot how much I love that east coast wall of moisture, great for the voice.

There is a cluster of people crowding around the strawberry fields, John Lennon memorial but as we pass them, Friday morning in the park is pretty quiet.

 

We parked ourselves and our coffee on a park bench next to a woman who was setting up an instrument similar to a Santoor, with strings on a wooden frame and hammers to play it percussively. I got to hear a little of her playing before we moved on, but it was enough to remind me that, that really is the beauty of strings, twang em, tap em, slap em, slide em, so many options!

 

The next sound that pierced my ears, oh and I do mean pierce, was an old man playing the violin, not only unsuccessfully but also terribly out of tune.

 

I have so much respect for someone who will set up solo in the park and bang out their music with out hesitation no matter the talent. However, when the sound of sweet

New Orleans style jazz penetrated through the pained squeak of the violinist I knew where I was headed.

On a couple shaded benches sat a quartet of guitar, upright bass, trumpet and trombone players sat tapping and wiggling out music.

 The trombone and trumpet would take turns between the rasp of vocal lines to bang out solos and then wind together again in and out of each others riffs.

I sat in wonder and was downright trilled for over an hour.

Getting a start! Part 1

July 23

So there I was 3 month’s in L.A in a job I hated with no band or musicians that I wasn’t afraid to be around or totally uninspired by. I had left all my friends behind in

Florida and all I wanted to do was run home. But I had made a promise to myself to stick it out no matter what.

I had a day off coming from work and I was sitting around the house playing guitar and licking my wounds.

This will periodically happen to me, I think it must be the Taurus in me but something kicked at me, hard and I decided to go out by myself. There was a local bar in walking distance of my house and there was a band I was familiar with supposed to be playing. Although it was late I got myself up and walked to it.

Fortunately for me there was live music playing just not the particular band I had com to see but I sat at the bar  and enjoyed the new scenery.

Its funny how you never really remember how you meet new people, you just kind of do. And I am not clear how or why I started talking to this girl, but I did and I am grateful.

We talked and found we had music in common and that she played mandolin. Fantastic!

 

 

To be continued…..

My New Blog

July 14

 

So I took the advice of my brother to finally set up a blog and talk about my journey to become a successful musician in

Los Angeles. Here goes…

Around this time two years ago, I had just arrived in L.A full of optimism (or perhaps romanticism). As a singer/songwriter/guitarist, the goal was to put together a strong band, work our asses off to write great music, build a fan base, start touring locally and then…

Well, needless to say, I hit a few bumps along the way…

I thought it would be easy to gather together a bunch of kick-ass musicians as hungry as I was. I set about putting up advertisements on musician sites and Craig’s list and then scoped out music stores to pin up posters.

After many weeks with no responses, I was somewhat daunted. “What the hell?” I felt I was being open-minded about age, influences, writing collaboration, etc. Finally, I got a few responses looking for a female vocalist with the specific request that I NOT be a songwriter and NOT play an instrument. I was allowed to sing though. I suppose 1 out of 3 ain’t bad…???

 

I passed.

 

After a few more weeks, a response caught my eye, and I got together with this bassist chap. We talked and had a jam session and things seemed good.

However on our second meeting he kept asking if there was a bar or liquor store close by. There wasn’t but I offered him some wine just so we could get started.

After 20 min and a very large glass of wine he asked if I had more. I obliged, but made a comment when he drank the second glass down like it was juice. His angry response to my “Wow you drank that fast” was enough to give me my answer about future jam sessions.

I passed. 

New tactic. I started to go to open mics and blues jams with the hope I might get to mingle with some fellow musicians…Finally, I met a young guy at one of the jams, who was a good guitarist and around the same age as myself…

We got together to work on some of my songs, he had a good ear and played around with some nice parts but his influences sat him more on the jazz side and so we focused on one of my more jazzy ballads to begin with.

We got on fairly well and on one of our breaks we sat in my kitchen and I asked him what he thought about our combo.

He told me flat out (and in the nicest possible way) that if we were to play out shows in the future he would not invite his friends to see us play because he didn’t feel that my songs were good enough to warrant letting his chums hear. It was really shocking to hear someone say something like that about my music and in the hours that followed I had an array of emotions. Shock, misery, outrage, anger, stubbornness and finally settled on what I really do believe and that is, that yes, my songs were not been ready to play in front of 50.000 screaming fans( although there are plenty of people with no talent playing in front of even more people than that) But they were a good beginning to honing my skills as a writer and I would continue  to build upon them, throw some out and begin new ones.

I take his comments with me as a way of pushing myself to get the best of a song. So what seemed like a kick in the teeth at the time, did actually turned out to have a positive effect on me.

As for getting together for another practice with him.

I passed

 

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