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Monday, September 12, 2011

Living in the Musical Past/ A Musical Revolution

     I've been feeling sort of disconnected with the modern music scene for sometime.  This probably isn't so surprising for those of you who know me.  I'm a sixty year old soul in a thirty year old body.  That being said, for most of my life I've been able to find music scenes that inspire me and that reminded me that there is nothing greater in the world than music.  I love classical music, show music, early rock, classic rock, even a great deal of 90's rock (R.E.M. for instance).  It was somewhere in the early 2000's that I started to lose my appetite for new popular music.  Don't get me wrong, there are still gems out there (Ryan Adams, Rufus Wainwright, Old Crow Medicine Show, Teddy Thompson, Conor Oberst, Ray Lamontange), but they are few and far between.  I find most of the new pop music I hear to be redundant, uninspired, simple-minded, offensive, and meaningless (don't even get me started on modern country).  That sort of thing just doesn't float my boat. 

     I keep waiting for the day when a new artist will record an album that I can't stop playing- an album that replaces the decades old albums that have a constant place on my play list.  I can't wait for that sort of album to go mainstream and run the pop tarts off the scene.  I'm looking for someone who inspires me, makes me addicted to his/her art, who writes songs that make me think the world, with all its troubles, is worthwhile because something so powerful and pleasing can come from it.  I watched the wonderful movie "Almost Famous" again recently.  There are scenes in the that movie that can bring me to tears- scenes that illustrate the overwhelming power of music to change feelings, minds, relationships, and lives.  It can erase anger and hurt.  It can break down walls and heal wounds.

     I'm not a great songwriter or performer.  For me, it's been something that I only dabble in because I don't like what the real music scene is offering me.  But I am a great fan of music-  the kind of fan that lives in the past because nothing new inspires me the way the old guys and gals do/did.  That's not because people like them don't exist; it's because a mindless society and music business represses true talented poets and troubadours in favor of commercialized, generic fluff!  There was a time when the most talented musicians were the mainstream artists.   Now, they are pushed to the outskirts, and it's difficult for fans to discover them because of  the light weights who have stolen pop culture and who litter the airwaves with auto-tuned voices, electronic music, and sickening images.

     I read a blog post by Paco from American Roots Radio recently that echoed the same sentiments.  I'll place a link to it on the end of this post.  He calls for a musical revolution.  I join him by calling for the same.  I remember being a little boy and sitting in the floor in front of my daddy's stereo.  I would have over-sized head phones on and be listening to his albums.  I would sit like that for hours, looking at album art, memorizing lyrics and melodies, and imagining I was a rock star.  I will never forget discovering songs like "Hey Jude", "Daniel", "Like a Rolling Stone", "Song for You", "Bat Out of Hell", "Piano Man", and artists like James Taylor, Eric Clapton, Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin, Fleetwood Mac, The Who, Queen, Rod Stewart, and Leonard Cohen.  These were important moments in my life!  My God, it was magic- just me and the music.  It hurts me that my youngest siblings don't have experiences like that.  Instead, they have YouTube, it's over-hyped stars, and music married to images that refuse to give your imagination an inch of room to explore. 

     At the end of the movie "Almost Famous", a young boy and music fan, William, asks Russell (a rock guitarist) what he loves most about music.  Russell smiles and says, "for starters....everything".   I know how he feels.  That movie is set in the early to mid-seventies- a time when rock was still fairly young and was really starting to stretch its legs and expand itself.  Every one was on fire for a new art form that was about raw emotion, self-expression, and experimentation.  It was O.K. to be different- in fact, it was almost against the culture to be "cookie-cutter."

      Unfortunately, I'm not old enough to "remember when rock was young" from first hand experience, but thanks to my dad, an avid music fan, my discovery of music was largely of material from that fruitful and innovative time.  At that point in history, there was a musical revolution.  It's time for another one!  It's time to reclaim popular music for artists and not businessmen and shallow opportunists.  We need Dylans, Joplins, Claptons, Lennons, and the like.  We need melodists like Elton, storytellers like Jimmy Webb, poets like Cohen, voices like Campbell and Cash, and souls like Ray Charles.  We need a musical army to take back the scene.  Until that happens, I'll keep listening to my faithful old albums and living in the glorious musical past. 


As Billy Joel sings...

I told you my reasons for the whole revival
Now I'm going outside to have an ice cold beer in the shade
Oh, I'm going to listen to my 45's
Ain't it wonderful to be alive
When the rock 'n' roll plays,

When the memory stays, yeah
I'm keeping the faith!





Check out Paco's blog on the same subject:   http://www.berniejtaupin.com/arr-news.bt?n_id=459646

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The City of Sand (rough draft)

"The City of Sand"


VERSE:
It's the third day of darkness in this city of sand.
The shadow of vengeance covers the land.
Our King's in the temple with his cloister of priests,
under siege by a people he will not release.
VERSE:
Since the man with the staff has turned our river red
and his nameless God has caused plagues to spread,
the slaves cry for freedom, and they fill the streets.
It's the will of our Pharaoh that they must defeat.
CHORUS:
Oh great and mighty King, won't you open your eyes
before more fire rains down from the skies?
Wise and fearless Pharaoh, meet their demands,
or we'll see our kingdom crumble  in their hands

and sink into the sands.

VERSE:

Still the prophet and his God have planned a final curse;
the first born of Egypt will suffer worst.
Oh, hear us great Pharaoh; it is out of your hands;
there's a God waging war on the city of sand.

BRIDGE:

The prophet of the people has ignited a storm.
His mad and hungry armies continue to swarm.
Frightened by their numbers, you once killed their sons.
Now I fear their retribution has only begun.
REPEAT CHORUS


Lyrics by Jason Spraggins
Music by Matt Glickstein

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

My New Website

I have launched a new website for my musical projects.   You can visit it at this link...


www.spragginsmusic.com

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

"Yours" vocal demo


Lyrics by Andy Brown
Music by Jason Spraggins
Performed by Jon Statham

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Peace with the Past




"PEACE WITH THE PAST"

Verse:
There is nothing more I can give to you;
there is nothing more I can say.
I can't heal your wounds- can't ease your pain.
And if you choose to leave, I won't stand in your way.

Chorus:
I can't be
your candle on a dark night.
I can't find a way
to lead you toward the sunlight.

Your solitude will last
'til you're at peace with the past.

Verse:
I can forgive, but I can't forget..
I must find a peace and let it be.
Many questions don't have answers.
Time may heal, but love won't come free.


(Repeat Chorus)


Bridge:
You're lost inside your memories-
bitter, cold, and isolate.
Only you can break the walls
of this prison you've created.


(Repeat Chorus)

Lyrics by Jason Spraggins and Matt Glickstein
Music by Matt Glickstein

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Imaginary Friends

"Imaginary Friends"
Verse: 
I've noticed a far away look in your eyes
and heard the cold echoes that sound like goodbyes.
I've clung to your coattails and begged you to stay.
I've helplessly watched as you've drifted away.

Verse: 
I've looked to the sky, and I've asked for a sign.
I've stood at the sea between your world and mine.
And though there are moments when waters may part,
time is relentlessly breaking my heart.

Chorus:
 We're Imaginary Friends-
Who needed each other but don't anymore.
Just Imaginary Friends-
We're turning our backs, and we're closing a door.

Verse:
The day was still young when we met in this dream-
A dream that's now older, that tears at the seams.
A world on my own, I can hardly conceive.
We both deserve more than this forced make-believe.


(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
We're watching our fairy tale come to and end.
What could have been is now lost to the wind.
We know the truth, and cannot pretend
to hold on to a life...

Final Chorus:
As Imaginary Friends
I'll pack up my mem'ries and then walk away.
Just imaginary Friends
I'll love your forever, but I cannot stay.

Imaginary Friends.
Just Imaginary Friends.


 Jason Spraggins/Matt Glickstein
 7/14/11

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Casting Pearls (vocal demo)

Here is a demo of a song that I wrote in 2010.  

Thursday, June 30, 2011

"Shake the Hand of the Devil"

Shake the Hand of the Devil
(Robert Johnson's Blues)


Verse:
He was barely seventeen 
when his wife, Virginia, died.
He set out on a dirt road
and hoped to hitch a ride.
 A Guitar strapped across his back
that he could hardly play,
he'd have lived and died a farmhand, 
'stead, he chose to run away.

Verse:
Mississippi Delta heat,
it ain't easy to cut through.
He walked and watched the sun 
fall slowly out of view.
He stepped up to a crossroads,
 took his guitar in hands,
 his clumsy fingers, picked a song 
that echoed 'cross the land.


Chorus:
Robert Johnson saw the Devil coming
through the foggy night.
It was half past twelve ,the Devil said,
"I’ll help you see the light.
I'll make you an offer 
 you can't refuse,
but you'll shake the hand of the Devil
if you want to play the blues."

Verse:
"What's your wish?" the Devil asked 
with a gap-toothed, rotten grin.
Robert passed him the guitar
and felt the sting of sin.
The Devil laughed and tuned the strings
as the young man watched in fear.
He took back his guitar,
he was a bluesman without peer.


Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
As Robert shook the Devil's hand, 
he feared he'd crossed a line.
"The Blues are yours,"  the Devil sneered,
"but your soul is mine."

Repeat Chorus


Lyrics by Jason Spraggins
Music by Matt Glickstein

"A Hundred Miles from Boulder"



"A Hundred Miles from Boulder "



Short Chorus:
He's a hundred miles from Boulder,
He's given up his chains.
Yesterday's being washed away
by the Colorado rain.

Verse 1:
When he left his home in Georgia,
he'd done all that he could do.
He would never be the man
to fill his father's shoes.
So at twenty-five, he's left it all behind.
Somewhere deep inside,
there is a man he has to find.

Chorus:
He's a hundred miles from Boulder,
He's given up his chains.
Yesterday's being washed away
by the Colorado rain.
He breathes the cool, clean western air,
feels the wind blow through his hair.
He's a hundred miles from Boulder,
but his heart's already there.

Verse 2:
He has always longed for freedom-
He has always wanted more.
He's been tied to the ground
but has wings that need to soar.
So at three A.M., he's driving through the night
He will learn to live,
climb a mountain, and take flight.

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
The life he lives tomorrow
will be his- and his alone.
With this change, he just might free
the sword lodged in the stone.

Repeat Short Chorus

Lyrics by Jason Spraggins- 6/28/11
Music by Matt Glickstein

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Jazzman's Lullaby

This is a lyric that I originally wrote in perfect meter.  However, as the music was being composed, I had to make some changes that disrupted the original meter.  This is the altered version that was set to music...

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"The Jazzman's Lullaby"

His cigarette is burning,
and his glass has just been filled.
He looks down from the stage 
into a storm that must be stilled.
Though tired and drunk on whiskey,
he breathes a smokey sigh,
picks up his guitar,
and starts playing the jazzman's lullaby.

(short instrumental break)

He strums the chords of longing
and sings words of despair.
The melody's so peaceful;
it's calming the air.
Look into his drunken eyes;
his spell can't be denied.
Every soul is enchanted 
by the jazzman's lullaby

(short instrumental break)

The night is growing older,
and his song's near its end.
He has captured their minds;
their hearts are his to mend.
He knows the drink will kill him;
he's not afraid to die.
He takes a sip and starts again
into his jazzman's lullaby

(Instrumental break)


Lyrics by Jason Spraggins
Music by Matt Glickstein

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

"Ghosts"


Ghosts
Verse:
The shadows hang on empty walls
throughout this quiet place.
There's nothing here but loneliness
to fill the hallowed space.
Still carelessly the seconds pass
and steal time from my heart,
And though I'm master of this house,
I cannot play the part.

Chorus:
The ghosts of all our memories
 are living with me still.
This house I once called home
 now holds a pain I cannot kill.
I'm haunted by the life we shared,
but I'm a willing host.
I've given up on might- have- beens
 but can't give up these ghosts. 

Verse:
I'm left alone- a servant to
the past you left behind.
I search through thoughts and longings
for my missing peace of mind.
And though I may forgive the way
you left without a trace,
The broken mirrors of my mind
will still reflect your face.

(Repeat Chorus)

Verse:
The cold wind's blowing through the cracks
 appearing in the walls.
It's getting late and time won't wait;
too soon, this house will fall.
I've built a prison of regret
and things that cannot be.
I must let go of you
 if I'm to set these spirits free.

(Repeat Chorus)

I've given up on might-have-beens,
but I can't give up...
No I can't give up...
These ghosts.

Lyrics by Jason Spraggins
June 21, 2011
Music by Matt Glickstein

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Monday, May 9, 2011

"Yours" performed by Andy Brown

"Yours" 
Lyrics by Andy Brown
Music by Jason Spraggins

Thursday, April 21, 2011

My YouTube Channel

I've opened a new YouTube channel so that I can post my songs with some images to go along with them.
Give it a look....

http://www.youtube.com/user/SpragginsMusic

Monday, March 14, 2011

Brian.

   It's hard for me to believe, but I lost a dear friend five years ago today.   He was just shy of his 30th birthday (a bit younger than I am now).  I still think of him often.  I've never met anyone like Brian, and I suspect I never will.   I can't remember a time when I didn't look up to him.  He was the most gifted musician I've known, and he had intellect to match.  He came a long way and accomplished so much in a short amount of time.  The world needs people like him.  He gave without thought or expectation, he didn't judge, and he ALWAYS smiled.   I miss him still.