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Tuesday, May 12, 2009 
Check out the song "Heartbeats" I did with a cooooool artist out of Toronto named Daphne Darling... It's kinda 80's synth happiness... Make sure you 'friend' her and check out her other music while yer there!

http://www.myspace.com/daphnedarling

peace!
s
Wednesday, May 06, 2009 
NYC people! June 10 yah mo be there... Performing at the Canal Room.... More details coming...More info here!
Sunday, May 03, 2009 

12

A couple of years ago, I posted a blog about my dad, Mike Simons, who passed away May 3rd, 1997 at the age of 49. I add or change a few things each year since and repost. Since I posted it originally I've gotten so many great messages and stories from you. Some of you commented as sympathetic readers and others responded with your own stories of loss. Either way, I post this blog again because this date is a big part of who I am and the music I write.

Thank you for reading and thank you for continuing to listen to my music.
s
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Twelve years ago today my whole life changed...

My father, Mike Simons, passed away unexpectedly at the age of 49 from complications after a bone marrow transplant. He had a blood condition called Aplastic Anemia but he was supposed to pull through. He had the best doctors at Johns Hopkins and a perfect match bone marrow donor, my aunt Eileen, his sister. In fact, the day he passed away he was technically cured but while his immune system was compromised from the transplant he contracted pneumonia.

I'm not sure losing someone ever gets easier, you just learn where to put it in your heart and mind so you can go on with your life each day. However, this year has been particularly tough for me because of my move to LA, my first solo release as an artist and my career as a songwriter starting to take shape a little bit. My dad was the one who encouraged me to major in music composition in college when I was in 9th grade setting me on this path. He also spent 9 months in LA trying to make it as an actor in his early 20's but after 2 extras jobs and no money, he returned back to West Virginia to get into local TV and radio. When I was 19, a year before he passed away, my dad took me on his NBC affiliate's meeting in LA for my first trip out west. NBC put us up in the Beverly Hills Hilton and we met TV stars, watched upcoming pilots for the fall season and got to bond. I never thought I'd ever live here, NYC seemed more likely, but now that I do I have a million questions for my father I'll never get to ask. Aside from my dad's amazing wit and sense of humor, his strongest trait was probably his ability to listen, give advice and make big deals seem less big.

My dad continues to be the biggest influence on my life and my music. I have so many great memories of my father and a lot of them revolve around music. In hindsight, I feel like my dad was training and preparing me for what I do now my entire childhood. He wasn't a professional musician. He was actually a weatherman, and a damn good one too. Not a metereologist, mind you. He didn't know much about the weather, but he prided himself on being able to talk off the cuff without saying 'uh...' and being the personality and face of the station. Although, he was born and raised in Philadelphia, a lot of people knew and loved Mike Simons in the state of West Virginia. I still get stopped and told stories I never knew about my dad or how he touched someone's life.

My dad would work 9-5 everyday making commercials and imaging for the TV station or then do a 530pm and a 6pm newscast. He'd come home for dinner with his stage makeup on and we'd have dinner and then hed go downstairs and take a nap somehow sleeping while blasting either La Boheme, his favorite opera, or Simon & Garfunkel Reunion Live in Central Park. Then hed wake up at 10:15pm and go back to the station for his 11pm newscast and be home again by midnight. On the weekends, he had appearances for the station or charities. He loved his work but somehow I don't remember him missing anything important of mine - performances, soccer games, pictures before school dances, etc.

Before he was a weatherman, he was a radio DJ and I still have a ton of his vinyl. He also acted in and directed community musical theatre and was the best in the area. In high school, he was a very good clarinetist and when it was my turn to be in the school band in 5th grade, I unknowingly signed up for a life of testosterone-fueled hazing and chose to play the clarinet just like my dad. I remember the night I first rented my plastic Bundy from Bandland and my "Best in Class Book One" vividly. My dad setup up two chairs and a music stand in the living room. First, he showed me the delicate way to put together a clarinet. ('You have to hold down this key up here so the bridge key doesnt get bent when you twist...'). After the assembly lesson, we went thru the first few notes in the book starting with 'open G' - me on my shiny plastic rental clarinet and my dad on his worn and dull wooden professional model clarinet. I showed up to school on the first day of band already ahead of my class. When I turned 15, I was first chair clarinet and my dad finally gave me his wooden clarinet - the Selmer 9-star with the wide barrel just like Benny Goodman, one of my dad's idols.

I remember in 6th grade telling my Dad about the teasing I was getting for having picked clarinet as my instrument. Kids would snicker "Isn't that a GIRL'S instrument?". So my Dad gave me a piece of advice. The next time anyone asked if clarinet was a "girl's instrument", since most famous clarinet players are male - Benny Goodman, Woody Herman, Artie Shaw (I know, I was a dorky kid) - I should reply, "If the clarinet's a 'GIRL's instrument' then name one famous GIRL clarinet player...". For the next few weeks, I boarded the afterschool bus armed with my pointed response. I couldn't wait to defend myself. The first kid to say something would be reduced to tears, not with fists, but with my crushing retort. In line for the bus there was one soccer kid, Todd, who had a spikey mullet and seemed to always wear shin guards even on non-game days. Todd looked at my plastic black clarinet case and asked THE question as if he were the first to ever pose it. I shot back quickly with "WELL... If clarinet's such a 'GIRL's instrument' then name one famous girl clarinet player..." and waited for him to run away crying. After thinking for a brief moment, Todd said, "Scott. I can't even name AAAA famous clarinet player," and (probably) high-fived some other soccer player and laughed his way onto the bus. Thanks, Dad for the advice, but most father's don't instill the lineage of big band clarinet players into their 6th grade sons... but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm glad you did... and I still hate shin guards.

Another great memory of mine is being in elementary school riding in the passenger seat of my dads car and listening to him sing an impromptu harmony with the song on the radio. It was a motown tune but I can't remember which one and I asked him 'How do I know what notes to sing for harmony?' and he answered, 'Just sing a third above or below the melody and that usually works. You'll have to change a few notes here and there to fit the key.'. I didn't even know what a third was but I could hear what he meant and it made perfect sense. That piece of information was way more valuable and simple than anything my college professors (that I'm STILL paying for) taught me.


In 8th grade my dad saved my career. I was REALLY into Young MC and MC Hammer and yes, even Vanilla Ice. I was in the back seat on the way home from a vacation with my parents and my dad had recently re-purchased his two favorite albums on cassette - 'Revolver' and 'Sgt. Pepper's'. We listened and sang along a million times to both tapes that trip and when we got home he handed me the two cassettes and said 'Learn these.'. I did. I learned every song on my 47-key yamaha my parents just bought me. That started my obsession with the Beatles and I began to sift through my dads Beatles vinyl, cassettes, magazines, pictures, videos, etc. He told me stories of when he saw them twice - once in Philly and once in Atlantic City - while I watched the famous Shea Stadium concert on video being drowned out by shrill teenage screams. He told me about skipping school to buy the new Beatles record and he and his friends would sit and listen to it on repeat all day and night. And when the rest of the world thought that Beatles 'got weird', my dad thought they got even better.

When I was in high school, my dad let me write the 22 second WBOY news theme and even credited me at the end of every news cast. Any sample cassettes he received in the mail of national news and jingle packages he would hand off to me for me to listen and learn to what was out there so I could one day have the option of doing jingles. So while my friends were listening to 'In Utero' and 'Siamese Dream', I was probably in my room listening to 'Intense News Sequence 2'. Ultimately I chose pop songwriting as a career, but because of the experience he gave me I am able to pick up a few free lance gigs a year writing commercial music.

Even though I wrote a lot growing up, my dad never heard most of my pop songs. He died before the Argument formed and before I graduated with my composition degree. He did hear a few less-than-stellar cover gigs and even booked my first gig for me at age 15, new year's eve at his friend's restaurant in Clarksburg (see earlier blog: "My First Band"). He also helped me with some lyrics on songs I was starting to write for myself at 19. However because of him, not only was I prepared to make music my life but I chose to. My dad's passing away keeps me grounded. It reminds me why I do this through the ups and the downs with no promise, just the hope of success. My dad gave me so much knowledge and taught me how to be passionate about music and it'd be a shame to let that go to waste.

This blog is only a fraction of my memory of my dad. Somehow, I ended up with so much more than 20 years of memories, but these are the "music" ones. I could go on and on about his sense of humor and wit, his creativity, his passion for family, his love for film and tv but I'd fill the entire internet.

Losing my best friend, my idol, my father was the hardest thing I've ever been through in my life. Its so personal but also universal because everyone loses someone in their life and is left with a huge hole and only tiny memories to fill it. Thanks for reading a few of my tiny memories.

s

Here is the song, "Foot of the Stairs", I wrote about my dad that is on my EP: http://blip.fm/~5fncz
Wednesday, February 25, 2009 

Here's the WVU Daily Athenaeum article about this Thursday's show in Morgantown... Hope to see some of ya there!

s

Simons, Argument members reunite at so.zo



Saturday, February 14, 2009 
My First Band

I started playing the piano later than a lot of
kids I went to school with. I was really interested in music from a
young age because of my dad who was not only a high school clarinet
player, but also a community musical theatre director. Other kids were
doing private lessons and recitals with printed programs and cookies
but I was never drawn to that. When I was in 4th grade, the staff at
Bandland music store came to Johnson Elementary and demonstrated each
instrument available in band the following year. I chose the clarinet
as my instrument, partly to follow in my dad's footsteps and partly
because simply growing up Jewish in West Virginia wasn't quite torment
enough.

I remember vividly when I started to resent the
clarinet. One day after school in 8th grade, I watched Patrick Burnett
on the gymnasium stage at Bridgeport Junior High with a swarm of kids,
mostly girls, hovering around the piano as he played "Great Balls of
Fire". Up to this point, I had merely learned the Clarinet 1 part to
"Everybody Have Fun Tonight" by Wang Chung which isn't recognizable
with out the rest of the school band. That day I raced home and asked
for a keyboard and shortly after, my parents came home with a brand new
Yamaha PSR model keyboard with 100 sounds, several beats and built-in
speakers. One of the first things I did was to flip on the auto chord
function, which allowed users to play one or two notes and the keyboard
automatically filled in the rest of the chord. I "wrote" my first song,
an instrumental, no lyric or title, with the chord changes: Am-F-G-C to
a "16-beat" ad nauseam.

As I got older and more proficient at
piano, my dad would challenge me to learn songs. One evening after
dinner he may have asked for "Piano Man" and the next night it was
"Anything off of Revolver". I'd put on the cassette and stop and start
to pick out each note and chord by ear. Then after a short while, he'd
check back in to hear me perform the song along with the recording
while he stood in the doorway of my bedroom and beamed. In the coming
years, if we were at anyone's house with a piano, my dad would beg
(read: make) me perform from my repertoire he had steadily crafted with
post-dinner requests at home.

Not too long after I turned 15, I
joined my first cover band. While other kids at my school joined
bedroom or garage bands with people their own age, I joined a band of
older, more experienced musicians. There was the attractive singer
Cheri, from Liberty High School, who I think was part Native American
and loved Southern Rock. There was Ken, the virtuosic Berklee-bound
electric guitarist who could play every Yngwie Malmsteen and Eric
Johnson lick note for note. There was the leader of the band, the
drummer Joey, a Clarksburg veteran musician and Berklee grad, who
before returning home to West Virginia served as the backup drummer on
Michael Jackson's BAD tour. Lastly, there was 15 year old me:
just
evolving out of my Young MC/MC Hammer phase into the potent and highly
flammable mix of The Beatles, halftime marching band arrangements,
showtunes and current Casey Kasem pop/rock. With wrap-behind-the-ear
eye glasses, button-up shirts, a meticulously hairsprayed wave of hair
and an Ensoniq SQ-2 76-note keyboard, which I split to cover all the
keys parts, horn stabs, string pads and left-hand bass lines, I was
ready to rock the bars and restaurants of Harrison County underage.

We
named ourselves "Generations" and with the help of my dad we booked
ourselves a New Year's Eve gig at his friend Tony's restaurant
downtown. I can't remember if we ever did any other gigs. I can only
remember this particular night and hours of practicing Toto's "Hold The
Line", Lynrd Skynrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" and Eric Johnson's "Cliffs
of Dover" alongside cover band staples like "Shout" and "What I Like
About You" - which is almost always sung by the drummer wearing a
headset mic, a tradition Generations did not dare to break. One idea
leading up to the gig, was to live up to our name and change outfits
each set that represented a different decade. The concept died a quick
death when I was reminded that this wasn't "an Art Center production"
but rather Clarksburg's finest menu venue fledgling rock band.

In
preparation for the December 31st gig, I was told to have Auld Lang
Syne sequenced (recorded into the keyboard) ahead of time so that once
1992 gave way to 1993, we could all dance with our significant others -
or in my case, my mom. I went the extra mile and made the last chord of
my shuffle feel Auld Lang Syne joltingly segue into the ubiquitous
dance-hit "The Electric Slide". As the Saint Charles Place restaurant
revelers drunkenly counted down from 10, I loaded my keyboard sequence.
As soon as I heard the mass "Happy New Year!", I punched the grey
"play" button and left the stage to search the sea of balloons and
sequined nightgowns for my mom.

Generations didn't last much
longer after that gig. When I got to college, I quickly joined a new
cover band called "The Inner Groove Collection" - West Virginia's
premier 7-piece funk-rock band, which is a whole other story. However,
the experience of my first cover band still sticks in my head because
it gave me the first taste of the instant gratitude you get from
performing live while simultaneously making me aware that keyboard bass
always sucks.
Currently listening:
Davy
By Coconut Records
Release date: 2009-01-20
Monday, December 22, 2008 
The difference between West Virginia and West Hollywood 134:

So, tonight is the first night of Hanukkah, which quickly snuck up on me this year. Maybe its the snow-less California December that threw me off, but it just doesn't feel like the holidays do back east. Which is half good and half bad, I suppose.

Well, tonight I got a dose of holiday cheer when 2 fully-dressed Hasidic (ultra-orthodox, think Matisyahu) Jews showed up at my door and asked me if I was Jewish. I replied "Yes I am" and without hesitation one of them coldly reached into a brown paper bag and handed me a Menorah. The other shouldered his way into my front door while not really asking,"Want us to come in and
light the candles with you?". I was admittedly caught off guard by the whole thing and replied with an awkward "Oh, no, that's cool. I'll just do it. The candles. Myself. Thanks," as I pushed back against the door. They then asked if I knew of any other Jews that lived in my building but I did not (Not the most neighborly question, ya know?).

After they left and it sunk in what just happened, I set up the cheap tin gold menorah and placed a candle in the far right holder and held the lit Shamas in my hand and half from memory, half from the phonetically-spelled booklet they gave me, I quietly said all three prayers. I'm not much of a religious person, but very proud to be Jewish and doing this small gesture was nice. It reminded me of repeating each funny-sounding word after my mom while I lit the candles when I was little and it was also comforting that I was able to celebrate the first night of Hanukkah on my own, something I was completely prepared to skip this year until the Menorah-toting Hanukkah Harrys showed up at my door.

As I stared at the glow of the candles and watched the wax slowly drip on to a paper plate I placed underneath, I started to freak. What if they were just cleverly disguised robbers casing my apartment? I've GOT to be more careful who I talk to out here.

Happy Holidays
s
Currently listening:
Last Christmas
By Wham!
Release date: 2007-12-15
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 
Hellooooo

Mark yer calendars! Next Tuesday, Sept 2, my "Start of Something EP" we finally be available on iTunes! I'm really excited for everyone to hear the new stuff. Hopefully you've taken a sec to check out the preview tracks on my MySpace.

When Umbrella came out, one of the first music blogs to really start the buzz was Arjan Writes. Its a great site to find new music and I truly appreciate his continued support of my music. Check out his review of "Start of Something" single HERE.

Stay tuned for more news and updates! If you don't receive my emailers, please sign up RIGHT HURR...

peace
s
Currently listening:
Santogold
By Santogold
Release date: 2008-04-29
Thursday, July 17, 2008 
Hi everyone! Sorry I've been a lil AWOL on here... Been traveling a lot writing in LA (where I saw Jon Brion with Fiona Apple, Chris Thile and the Watkins, and Aimee Mann live... awesome.), Nashville (where I ran into Keith Urban... he said "Hey Mates!" and walked to his black Bentley) and NYC (, arguing with Todd's GPS and working with some great writers and artists I'll have to tell ya about in another blog.
For now, I wanted to give you an update on the EP. There's some cool stuff happening that's kinda delayed the release a bit including a national commercial for West Virginia University featuring my song "The Start of Something" when WVU football plays on ABC and ESPN!

I'm really anxious for everyone to hear the new music so please stay tuned and spread the word to friends, because very shortly there will be new music, pics and web design available!

-s

PS - You on Facebook? I yam too...

PSS - What've you been listening to? I've been loving the new Coldplay and the new Imogen Heap single. Sam Sparro is really cool and the Tings Tings are kinda fun...
Currently listening:
Black and Gold
By Sam Sparro
Release date: 2008-05-06
Saturday, May 03, 2008 
I wanted to repost my blog from this day last year because it has gotten a little buried and because throughout the year since I posted it originally I've gotten so many great comments and stories from you. Some of you commented as sympathetic readers and others responded with your own stories of loss. Either way, I post this blog to you because this date is a big part of who I am and the music I write because May 3rd is the day my father passed away... 11 years ago today.

On my upcoming EP is a song about my dad called "Foot of the Stairs". It was a hard song to write because I always wanted to write a song about my dad, but everything was so cliche and I had trouble making the song personal. Then almost simultaneously, many years after he passed away, I got two songs about him - "Foot of the Stairs" and the rough demo I posted last year called "Specific Things". I hope to have a preview for you very soon of "Foot of the Stairs".

Until then, here is my blog from last year... With a few changes and additions. Thank you for reading and thank you for continuing to listen to my music.

s
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Eleven years ago today my whole life changed...

My father, Mike Simons, passed away unexpectedly at the age of 49 from complications after a bone marrow transplant. i was finishing my junior year in college at WVU. He had a condition called Aplastic Anemia but he was supposed to pull through. He had the best doctors at Johns Hopkins and a perfect match bone marrow donor, my aunt Eileen, his sister. In fact, the day he passed away he was technically cured but while his immune system was compromised from the transplant he contracted pneumonia.

My dad is my biggest influence on my life and my music. He wasn't a professional musician. He was actually a weatherman, and a damn good one too. Not a metereologist, mind you. He didn't know shit about the weather... but he prided himself on being able to talk off the cuff without saying 'uh...'. Although, my dad was born and raised in Philadelphia, a lot of people knew and loved Mike Simons in the state of West Virginia. I still get stopped and told stories i never knew about my dad or how he touched someones life.

Before he was a weatherman, he was a radio DJ and I still have a ton of his vinyl. He also acted in and directed community musical theatre and was the best in the area. In high school, he was a very good clarinetist and when it was my turn to be in the school band in 5th grade, I unknowingly signed up for a life of testosterone-fueled hazing and chose to play the clarinet just like my dad. I remember the night I first rented my plastic Bundy from Bandland and my "Best in Class Book One" vividly. My dad setup up two chairs and a music stand in the living room. First, he showed me the delicate way to put together a clarinet. ('You have to hold down this key up here so the bridge key doesnt get bent when you twist...'). After the assembly lesson, we went thru the first few notes in the book starting with 'open G' - me on my shiny plastic rental clarinet and my dad on his worn and dull wooden professional model clarinet. I showed up to school on the first day of band already ahead of my class. When I turned 15, I was first chair clarinet and got to sit next to the hottest girl in the school because she was second chair and my dad finally gave me his wooden clarinet - the Selmer 9-star with the wide barrel just like Benny Goodman, one of my dad's idols.

In another clarinet related story. I remember in 6th grade telling my Dad about the teasing I was getting for having picked clarinet as my instrument. Kids would snicker "Isn't that a GIRL'S instrument?" as if I a) felt the need to express by manhood at age 11 and b) somehow my choice of band instrument was that expression. So my Dad gave me a piece of advice. The next time anyone asked if clarinet was a "girl's instrument", since most famous clarinet players are male - Benny Goodman, Woody Herman, Artie Shaw (I know, I was a dorky kid) - I should reply, "If clarinet's a 'GIRL's instrument' then name one famous GIRL clarinet player...". Sure enough a few weeks later, I'm boarding the afterschool bus armed with my pointed response. I couldn't wait to defend my manliness. The first kid to say something would be reduced to tears, not with fists, but with my crushing retort. In line for the bus there was one soccer kid, Todd, who had a spikey mullet and seemed to always wear shin guards even on non-game days. Todd looked at my plastic black clarinet case and asked THE question as if he were the first to ever pose it. I shot back quickly with "WELL... If clarinet's such a 'GIRL's instrument' then name one famous girl clarinet player..." and waited for him to run away crying. After thinking for a brief moment, Todd said, "Scott. I can't even name A famous clarinet player," and (probably) high-fived some other soccer player and laughed his way onto the bus. Thanks, Dad for the advice, but most father's don't instill the lineage of big band clarinet players into their 6th grade sons... but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm glad you did... and I still hate shin guards.

In 8th grade, I was in the back seat on the way home from a vacation with my parents and my dad had recently re-purchased his two favorite albums on cassette - 'Revolver' and 'Sgt. Pepper's'. We listened a million times to both tapes that trip and when we got home he handed me the two cassettes and said 'Learn these.'. I did. I learned every song on my 47-key yamaha my parents just bought me. And that started my obsession with the Beatles and I began to sift through my dads Beatles vinyl, cassettes, magazines, pictures, videos, etc. He told me stories of when he saw them twice - once in Philly and once in Atlantic City while I watched the famous Shea Stadium concert on video being drowned out by shrill teenage screams. He told me about skipping school to buy the new Beatles record and he and his friends would sit and listen to it on repeat all day and night. And when the rest of the world thought that Beatles 'got weird', my dad thought they got even better.

I have so many memories of my father like those and they all seem to somehow revolve around music. I feel like he gave me a life long education preparing me for what i do now.

Another great memory of mine is being in elementary school and riding in the passenger seat of my dads car and listening to him sing an impromptu harmony with the song on the radio. It was a motown tune but I can't remember which one and I asked him 'How do I know what notes to sing for harmony?' and he answered, 'Just sing a third above or below the melody and that usually works. You'll have to change a few notes here and there to fit the key.'. That piece of information was way more valuable and simple than anything my college professors (that I'm STILL paying for) taught me.

Here are some quickies, I just couldn't leave out.

*When I was in high school, my dad let me write the 22 second WBOY news theme and even credited me at the end of the news cast. Any sample cassettes he received in the mail of national news and jingle packages he would hand off to me for me to listen and learn to what was out there so I could one day have the option of doing jingles. So while my friends were listening to 'Slippery When Wet' and 'License to Ill', I was probably in my room listening to 'Intense News Sequence 2'.

*My dad would work 9-5 everyday making commercials and imaging for the TV station or doing appearances then do a 530pm and a 6pm newscast. He'd come home for dinner with his stage makeup on and we'd have dinner and then hed go downstairs and take a nap... but he'd always somehow sleep blasting either La Boheme, his favorite opera, or Simon & Garfunkel Reunion Live in Central Park. Then hed wake up at 10:15pm and go back to the station for his 11pm newscast and be home again by midnight. He loved his work.

Even though I wrote a little growing up, my dad never heard most of my songs. He died before the Argument formed and before I graduated with my composition degree. He did hear a few less-than-stellar cover gigs and even booked my first gig for me at age 15, new year's eve at his friend's restaurant in Clarksburg. But because of him, not only was I prepared to make music my life but I chose to. My dad's passing away keeps me grounded. It reminds me why I do this through the ups and the downs with no promise, just the hope of success. My dad gave me so much knowledge and taught me how to be passionate about music and it'd be a shame to let that go to waste.

This blog is only a fraction of my memory of my dad. Somehow, I ended up with so much more than 20 years of memories, but these are the "music" ones. I could go on and on about his sense of humor and wit, his creativity, his passion for family, his love for film and tv but I'd fill the entire internet.

Losing my best friend, my idol, my father was the hardest thing I've ever been in my life. Its so personal but its also universal because everyone loses someone in their life and is left with a huge hole and only tiny memories to fill it. Thanks for reading a few of my tiny memories.

s
Tuesday, April 08, 2008 
Hello Everyone!

I’m really excited to be writing this blog because I wanted to let you know about my upcoming solo debut EP to be released on Rostrum Records really soon!

First of all, a lot of people ask... WTF is an EP? Well, it means "Extended Play" which is to say, its longer than a single yet shorter than a full-length. (I know it doesn’t make total sense but whatever... wikipedia it or somethin’...)

So, yeah, I’m looking at a late april/mid-May release date and it will be available digitally first through iTunes with a hard copy CD to follow soon after. When I know the exact release date, I will make sure everyone knows...

There will be 5 new original songs on the EP which is called the "Start of Something EP". Some of the songs are my first attempts at full-on self-production (aside from Umbrella) and others were initially produced by Ted Comerford to which I added additional production. The whole thing was mixed by Micah Wilshire, who has done an awesome job bringing these tunes to life. I haven’t nailed down an exact track order yet but here’s a little bit about each song.

"Start of Something" is a piano-driven vibe-y song that will probably kick off the EP. Ex-Argument-eers Chris and Brent played drums and bass on the track and I did all of the synths and piano work. (As mentioned in previous music updates, there is no guitar on these tracks.). It has a sorta mellow mood to it and lyrically, its about trying to essentially start over again as a solo artist... but I think its open for you to apply your own interpretation as well.

A remixed version of "Keep On" will be on the EP. It is different than the one that was up on my Myspace. I’m really excited about this mix. I went back and added a few more synths and Micah really created a whole new vibe.

I did a COMPLETE re-working of "Sorry In Advance". Old skool Argument fans will definitely remember this tune and hopefully will dig the new take on it. I couldn’t bring myself to let this song go and have been trying (and missing) to get a solo version of it for about 2 years now. It’s pretty different and I’m really anxious for you all to hear it!

"Call It Even" is an upbeat song that appeared on my Myspace as a demo. This is another self-produced song and this was done using all synth instruments except... Ok, I lied earlier about the lack of guitar. This track has me playing some acoustic guitar but its manipulated so that its kind of a cool effect. You’ll see what I mean...

Lastly, "Foot of the Stairs" was a song that was recorded during the same sessions as "Ruin" and "Keep On". It also features Chris and Brent on drums and bass. It’s a really special song for me because its one of the few songs that I’ve ever been able to write about my dad who passed away 11 years ago this May.

So that’s that... In the meantime, you can still purchase the singles "Ruin" and "Umbrella" on iTunes to hold ya over...

In other news, I signed a co-publishing deal with Bug/Windswept Music out of LA. Publishing is hard to explain but basically they will help me promote and shop my music that I’ve written for myself and others. So I’ve been getting some cool project requests (like the Hannah Montana pitch I did a few weeks ago with Todd Wright) and it will really help jump start my career as a solo artist and writer.

Also... check out the pics from my Club Cafe show in Pittsburgh on my profile...

Stay tuned... and please spread the word about the upcoming release!

Thanks so much for stickin’ with me!
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(Happy 8th Anniversary, YNFB)