Music Video?

In case ya didn’t know it, awhile back I shot a music vid with some pals.

I spent the first day covered in real and fake dirt, the first part of the second day in a dress with my hair and makeup all done up, and then the last part of the second day in real and fake dirt again.

Although I wasn’t in full wardrobe, I had mixed feelings while on the skytrain home after the shoot. I still had real and fake dirt in my hair, on my face and on my hands and under my nails.

It had been about 15 years since I was covered in only real dirt, riding the skytrain trying to kill some time cause it was cold and I didn’t know where to sleep. Although I didn’t spend too many nights like this (I tried to have a tentative “plan” more often than not…a friend, a neighbour, a relative…anything), there were a couple times I slept under a slide, in a park or in an unlocked car (it was raining). I remember being so pissed at Avril Lavigne when I saw that video where she’s in the pouring rain trying to get into a car. I remember thinking “You bitch! I’ve actually done that!” Anyway…I digress…

Whilst on said skytrain, you’d be surprised how different people act around you when you’re covered in makeup that’s supposed to make you look like a transient vagabond. Youre no longer an invisible commuter on the skytrain. Suddenly, everyone is AFRAID. They’re afraid of you, and whether they say or do anything to suggest it, you can just FEEL it. I could have tried to tell anyone I was homeless, “Listen, don’t worry! I’m actually a perfectly nice person PRETENDING to be homeless! You’ll never believe it…I actually shot a music video today and this dirt on my face and under my nails isn’t even real!!!”

Do you think they’d believe me?

There have been some mixed feelings about whether or not the “concept” of the vid suits the song…I leave that for you to judge. Feel free to leave a comment as well as check out my blog on the subject.

Well, here it be:

A Lil Sumthin About My Lil Ol Video

A friend of mine checked out the new video for These City Lights and said

The video looks fantastic, I just feel lost on the concept. (which is all me, I’m sure of it) haha It’s like I’m singing all the wrong words again. I still love it and I’m showing it to all my friends ♥

Fist of all, very nice way to ask a question. Oh why can’t we all be so kind!

The video is not really a “concept” video. There is no plot, time line, story to follow or script. Once again we began with an idea of what we were not/what we did not want to do, and ended with what we are.

The purpose of the contrasting characters is to portray just that…the contrast in society, sobriety, reality, dreamscapes and city scapes. At the end of the day it’s just me, and I’m just me, but I’m living in two different worlds. If these two characters were not me, would you perceive them differently? Would you, perchance, judge them?

Although they live in separate universes, they have some similarities. Sure, they’re both me. More importantly though, there is some heartbreak in there in both of them. And at the end of the day, isn’t there a little bit of heartbreak in all of us?

From islands apart we see the debutante and transient are actually very similar. Perhaps they are identical. And in our struggles and times of triumph alike, perhaps we all are.

A Lil Music Video

Some friends and I made a lil video for the song These City Lights. Please view and let us know what you thought:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uODJ18BQlMc

What I’m Not

For as long as I can remember, I have known what I am not.

In fact, I’ve know exactly what I’m not.

I’m not this, that, or the other thing.

I’m not like them, one of those or part of that.

I’m not up for grabs, paying attention or looking around.

My head has been down, gaze hardly shifting, my pupils a pinpoint at a point right in front

Why?

I’m not easily distracted, or buying just because there is a sale

I’m not connected to the mainland

I wasn’t built to be bought, made to be sold and I don’t make songs that should be played on the radio

I’m not popular or the life of any party

I do not entertain

I’m not the class clown or the prom queen

I’m not the guitar player, drummer, pianist, bass player OR lead singer

And although I have known for this long

All the things that I am not

I just recently started to see

What I am

Time

Oh mah gaaaaaad.

Soooo busy.

New music video. Coming out this week. Woohoo!

Mixing new Billy and the Lost Boys songs. Woohoo!

Learning to read MUSIC. I know, right 😉

Show plans: up coming. Just getting out the map and remembering how to drive.

Couple gigs in Vancouver, one with the singer of the Loved Ones doing an acoustic set. Check out the show page for deets.

Time.

Where does it go?

I do not know.

In HOLLYWOOD

In Hollywood, there are about a dozen people who write every song you hear on the radio.

Most of them know the songs they write are terrible. Most of them hate what they do. But, they know how it’s done, and they do it well.

There’s a reason they call it “selling out”. There is a big paycheck to this formula.

This is not to say that there are not beacons of light who shine through this mess. YES, there are still people who write their own songs. They’re out there, somewhere. You just don’t hear them on the radio all that often.

If you do hear them on the radio, chances are it’s because they gave a song they wrote to someone else. Maybe they planned to release it themselves, maybe they thought it didn’t sound enough like “them” (even though they wrote it). So, you give it away, cause if the person with the biggest machine behind them if singing the song you wrote, you’ll be richer than if you sing it yourself.

Why is the radio such a big deal? Why do you even listen to it? It’s like watching a spreadsheet on T.V. or a listening to a sonic math equation. It’s all so…calculated.

All over, every where, there are kids in bands, like me, complaining about the radio. It’s been this way since the beginning. Maybe you think the radio is awesome. Maybe you listen to it every day. Maybe you love American Idol and Hannah Montana and every Disney Brat and Pop Tart the machine can spew out. I know there are people like you out there, there has to be.

The thing for me is, even if I can admit the song is good (I loved “Since You Been Gone”…it’s a truly well written song) I just can’t get past the fact that the person singing it didn’t write it, produce it, chose the album cover, write the melody, pick the arrangement…nothing. They had nothing to do with it. Sometimes, they’ll have something to do with it, like the spelling of the title. but it’s too dangerous to mess with the formula. There are millions of dollars on the line…

If you want to make a million bucks in a week, you gotta have a radio “single”.

I, for one, can’t WAIT until people stop using the word “single”.

See, my favourite songs, will never be played on the radio. My favourite songs do not sound like “Singles”. If you want a song on your album to be played on the radio, it has to be the “Single” and the “Single” has to sound like all the other “Singles” out there on the radio, even if it sounds nothing like anything else on your album.

And this is the formula. And this is the way it has been going for years. And I just hope it ends one day.

That is all.

Every night a monologue plays in my mind of all the words I would have said if I thought you were listening

Every night I stay up trying to fall asleep to did he get my emails did he read my emails did he see my emails did he delete my emails did he get my emails does he ignore my emails does he read my emails does he see my emails does he delete my emails

Every day I sink in to my reality…this mediocrity…all the things I wish I could be, wish I could be doing…and I think of the things I have done in order to do them…and I think of how many times the path of trying to get to where I wish I was has broken me. Broken me to bits. Bits hanging out the window of the 29th floor looking down, hanging on with one hand to…

Change everything. Changing everything. Phone calls. Flights. Packing packing packing packing packing Get the fuck out. Anywhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but

Here we are again.

It’s a means to an end, right? Every body does this. Right? Every body hates every minute of their existence, every second like a small stab in the throat killing killing killing god just make it end I can’t talk to these people anymore I can’t stay here I can’t do this I can’t

Change everything.

Like a slide show. The flash of a camera. Move home, move out, move back, move on, move in, get dropped get bent out of shape cause the nightmares are a run on sentence that’s spilling in to daylight and the dark doesn’t stop anymore and I don’t remember why I do this why do I do this why do I do this why do I

Change everything?

I can’t stand it in my own skin. And I’m running out of places to go. And I can’t write it on my walls, because I don’t have any. I can’t drive somewhere new, anywhere, anywhere, anywhere but here is where we are. And I start over. And over. And over. Again.

Every night

A monologue

Plays in my mind

But this is

The first time

I have written anything down

In a year

Shows

Some shows coming up, more will be posted soon.

Tuesday, July 28 2009
8:00 PM

The Troubadour
Los Angeles, CA, US

With Our Lady Peace
Age Limit: 21+
Details: VIP ticket includes and autographed copy of the new Our Lady Peace CD Burn Burn.

Tuesday, August 11 2009

6:00 PM

New Brighton Park “Rock T…
Vancouver, BC, CA

With Pancho and Sal
Age Limit: All Ages Tickets: Free
Details: Enjoy FREE musical performances at New Brighton Park. Bring your picnic basket, the family and walk down for Rockin ‘ the Port! North West Corner or New Brighton Park, N Windermere St, Vancouver, BC

Friday, September 25 2009
8:00 PM

St Augustine’s Pub
2360 Commercial Dr
Vancouver, BC, CA

Age Limit: All Ages