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Season's Greetings: We hope you have passed the 2013 test with flying colors. It was a rough year in many aspedts, but full of fine moments and good times, too. May 2014 be a banner year for all our friends, family, fans and us. (My original letter contained embedded links which are not supported by this blog. Please feel free to google!)
Special Request If you don’t have time to go through this entire message, please do this one thing. Check out my latest article at Whidbey Life Magazine, and if you can spare a buck or three, contribute to our Indiegogo fundraiser (there is a link next to my article, assuming you open this before the end of the campaign, in which case thanks anyway!). If you’re reading this before midnight, Sunday, December 31st, there’s still time to contribute.
We’re trying to raise money to publish a print version of the magazine. Writing for these guys has been a great opportunity for me to do the kind of articles I’ve wanted to do since I got my degree in Journalism far back in the day. My two-part piece about the Greenbank Farm here on Whidbey well represents the direction I’m taking. I still have some dust to shake off and learning to do, but I’m getting there.
Meanwhile, for those of you who received this, opened it and are still reading, here’s the news. And if you are family, please print this out and get a copy to mom.
Tour News In the past couple of years, Sarah and I have made several tours to the Southwest and the Northeast. We would like to continue expanding these tours, and adding others, especially up and down the West Coast and perhaps to the Southeast. There’s a slight scent of Europe in the air, too. We’ll see.
If you’d like to help us out in any of these areas by suggesting a venue to contact, organizing a house concert for us, or would just be willing to put us up for a night if we pass through your town, please do contact us.
CD Maybe, Baby I’d like to do a new CD. I have way more than enough material. New’s Year’s resolution number two: seek funding. We have already had a couple of offers, I just need to follow through and get things rolling.
Emilie: New EP and Moving to Texas Emilie has released a beautiful new EP with five songs (including one of mine: “Dison’s Hill) and is currently living in Austin where she will be for the next few months. In February and March she will be back in Quebec City participating in a theater production, but is planning on returning to Texas for good after that. She will base her music career out of Austin, as she sets out to “sink into her dreams” in the States.
She has a fine new website up at Emilie Clepper. Along with gorgeous photos by the highly talented Tim Hussin, you will find tracks of her music you can listen to, and a video of her performing her song “Texas Eagle.”
We finished the Purple Cottage and Sarah has her studio set up there, making beautiful jewelry (now on sale on Etsy) from rusted stuff she picks up in parking lots, ditches, and roadsides. Talk about recycling.
We also fashioned a deck on the side of it and installed a “poor man’s” hot tub; well, a “poor woman’s” hot tub, since Sarah uses it a lot more than me. The year before, when it was still unfinished and hot tub-less, we had many visitors stay there, including Emilie, Tim Hussin, and Sarah’s nephew and niece, John and Rebecca Dial.
More recently, in the finished version, we hosted the legendary Northwest songwriter Jim Page and his delightful wife, Katy.
A list of other memorable moments from 2013 include:
...our February Texas tour with a house concert at the Griffith’s in San Antonio, a Trebelmaker’s reunion at Specht’s Store in Bulverde, a patio concert at the HIgh Sierra Bar and Grill with Pablo Menudo. And of course, the magic always happens when we play at the Starlight Theatre in Terlingua. In non-music we got to hang out with mom in Leakey for a few days.
...our train ride in May to Vancouver where we visited Thornton Park which inspired the song by the same name by my late son, Jason Clepper.
...helping organize some benefit concerts for my old picking partner, Mike Phelan who was might sick with cancer. And especially for seeing him pull through and get well. He’s back out there playing again. Bravo!
...our fall tour to the Northeast and our visits with Sarah’s family in New York, and my children and grandchildren in Quebec. We stayed in a cool old farmhouse way out in the country south of Quebec.
...playing most Wednesday nights in November and December with fine Whidbey Island songwriter, Timothy Hull, at Mo’s Pub in Langley, WA.
...witnessing my dobro playing friend Ro Purser relance his glass art career under the guise of Arte NeuRo by making some of the coolest spherical objects in the history of the universe and taking them down to California to sell.
...losing two amazing people who were important in my life. Ro’s brother, Eric “El Rojo” Purser, who was called by one of his universe of friends and admirers as “the original most interesting man in the world”, died in April. And just a couple of days ago, Barbara Wolfe, who with her husband Steve Silbas, bought an old South San Antonio neighborhood restaurant and bar called Casbeers and turned it into one of the finest live music venues I ever had the pleasure of attending and performing at, passed away at 53, from cancer.
...and finally, we had many good moments visiting and/or making music with many of the people already mentioned here plus Trevor Reichman, Gary Woltena, Lesti Huff, Mo Pair, Anthony Ray, Steve Showell, Joanne Rouse, Landon Primrose (Sarah’s son), Blaine England, Karin Blaine, Ed Newkirk, Keith Bowers, Paul Neis and his daughter, plus Dave Bolt, Lynne Adler and Lindy Hearne and many others.
To those of you who made it all the way to the end of this, thank you for taking the time and a very special Holiday wish to you, with love, from Sarah and me.
Whew. SWAM 2013 is memory. All the hard work, the sometimes frustrating challenges of putting it all in plae, all the fine performances and cool doings are behind us now. Rather than say too much besides thanks to every single person who participated in any way, I'll refer you to the photo album I put together on the SWAM Facebook events page at the following link. Hasta luega,
The title of this blog would,be a good title,for one of those gimmick country songs. But I ain't a gonna write it. No sir.
Sometimes hardcore means doing things to which you have a natural aversion, rather than to things to which you are drawn by perversion. I have always hated self promotion. That trait comes most likely more from false humility than true pride. Because the fact of the matter is, I am proud of my songs and the music that Sarah and I create onstage in our duo act, the Muse & eye.
Our first East Coast Tour begins next Saturday, Oct. 6 with a show in Red Hook, NY in the Hudson Valley at 1pm at a place called Taste Budd’s Chocolate and Coffee Cafe. Ok, so it’s not Carnegie Hall, but it’s a lot closer to it than anyplace we’ve played so far. And our last scheduled show is at the Red Hook Bait and Tackle in the Red Hook district in Brooklyn, just across the East River from lower Manhattan. From Red Hook to Red Hook. I love it.
To get this tour within reasonable range of the break-even point we could use a little help from our fans. I would love for us to continue touring for as long as health and finances permit. One day, for whatever reason, we won’t be able to do this. But for now, we hope to keep sharing our music with people all across the country.
If you’d like to help us out with this particular tour, here there are several ways you can do it. Just pick one. Or two. Or all of them. And thanks from the Muse & eye.
First, invest a buck.
If you go to our Reverbnation store at http://www.reverbnation.com/themuseandeye, you can order a song there. Just order one for $0.99. Or order two or three, if you want.
Second, buy a CD.
If you prefer having our complete CD, Redwood, with artwork and all, send me an email at email@example.com. We’ll have to do it the old fashioned way, where I send you an address, you send me a check or money order and I’ll ship you the CD as soon as we get back from the tour. You may want to buy two or three CD’s; Christmas is coming up, you know. Jeez, I know; rank commercialism. Hey, the kids where I sub teach say I look like a skinny Santa Claus, so there you go.
Third, share us out there in cyberspace.
Forward this email to friends who you think would like to know about our music. Let them know about our web page and our Facebook page. Who knows? If they live out East, maybe they’ll even be able to make it out to a show. Which brings up the next way to help...
Fourth, come out to a show
And if you’re not out there in New York, Vermont or Quebec, maybe you know someone who is and if you think they’d like to hear us, please tell them where they can find our itinerary (that’s right, http://www.reverbnation.com/themuseandeye.)
Fifth, lend moral support
Respond to this email. Let us know you got it and that you’re pulling for us. Visit our Reverbnation and Facebook pages and leave us a comment. It would be great to hear from you. We’ll be sure to get back to you.
Both Sarah and I are excited about the prospect of playing in a number of venues and places for the first time, but especially for the opportunity to see family, friends and fans out east who we haven’t been able to see often in the past few years. We hope that our music will at the very least make it possible for us to continue to visit our families for a good number of years to come. Many thanks to all of you who have already contributed to helping us get our music out of the house.
When we get back home to Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound, we’ll be figuring out how we can make a new CD this winter. We’ve had a couple of offers from some good local sound studios, promising to give us the old sweetheart deal. If we can pull off a successful tour this fall, we’ll be much more encouraged to follow through on that. I have a number of songs that just need a little tweaking and polishing and would love to get them recorded. Watch for news about that sometime early in 2013.
Thank all of you for your support and encouragement.
russ for the Muse & eye
You. Yeah, you. You famous? Yeah, me neither. But I keep getting that comment. "You must be someone famous." Usually it comes to me as some kind of compliment for my songwriting, and quite a fine compliment it is, too. That's especially true when it comes from someone who either actually enjoys a certain measure of fame themselves, or knows people who are. Of course, the famous people I'm talking about are musicians and singer/songwriters. The relation between fame and singer/songwriters is rife with conflict and paradox. Without a rich patron or two, fame is something a songwriter must acheive in order to make a living in that vocation. A few dozen or a few hundred fans can never supply enough revenues to pay the bills. Fame is one of the hallmarks of songwriting success, even if it doesn't result in its sister hallmark, financial stability or even wealth. But fame also brings scrutiny, invasion of privacy, increased professional pressures and a certain loss of liberty. It can be exciting to be in the public eye, I'm sure, but it also looks to me like it can be a huge pain in the ass. "How dreary to be someone, how public like a frog, to tell your name the livelong day, before an admiring bog." I really dig obscurity. I just have to figure out a way for this obscure songwriter to put food on the table, gas in the tank and money in the bank.
My lovely and highly talented daughter Emilie Clepper is leaving Whidbey in just an hour or two. Her sojourn here, a little over two weeks, has been a whirlwind of music, blessings, smiles, spontaneous moments and splendid meals. She has shared her music, herself and her companion, Tim, with us and dozens of others here on the island. We have all felt enriched and uplifted by her sweet and giving presence. Now she and Tim will take their gifts and stories to Switzerland, France and Spain and share them there with new friends, translating themselves into whole new cultures. They'll bring something of all that traveling, all the new perspectives and understanding, back with them. The next time we see them, they will have grown. The whirlwind blows on. The flurry of furious moments will float back down to the soil of memory. Legends will grow out of them. Someone will speak those legends; maybe us.
After our 2nd Terlingua show,we got a pick- up gig just Dow the road at the Thirsty Goat in Lajitas through Trevor Hickle. We stayed at Trevor's place after the show and had a great visit. Headed out the next day for Pinos Altos. We loved playing at the Buckhorn Saloon, and loved the accommodations they provided for us, too. The day we spent some time exploring the tiny but historic old town there and drove a ways up into the Gila National Forest. Then it was on down to Las Cruces and a 2nd show there. On the way to Taos and our last show, we stopped in Hatch and got a few pounds of their kick-ass chili powder. That stuff is too good to be legal. Our stay in Taos was way fine. Our show went well, but I was struggling with worn out vocal chords. Right after the show, we jumped the little Fiat and drove all night so we could catch a 6:30am flight home to the Northwest.
The magic always happens at the Starlight Theatre. I guess they pay their magic bill on time. Jon and Maria played a few tunes with us on our first gig there this trip, and we met that French couple. I get to speak French to someone everytime I play there. There were more French speakers for the second gig, and there were those people from West Virgiinia. And then there was Brewster, who talked quite a bit with Sarah. Yeah, quite a bit. Anyway, as he was leaving the joint during one of our breaks, and after another conversation with Sarah, he turned and said to her, "you know, the last time I saw Whidbey Island, I was 125 milies above it." Sarah, who was kind of schmooze-boogled at this point, answered with a little laugh, "oh, that's nice!." He straddled his Harley and looked up at her. "Think about it." A second's hesitation and then she hollered after him as he took off, "Oh, my god! I get it. I get it!" Later that night, in our after gig digs, we googled "Brewster astronaut." Yep.
Jon (from report 2) also busks on Amtrak trains. Yep. Buys a ticket, heads to the lounge car and sings old time tunes revved up to punk energy levels. His partner, Maria Moss, plays beautifully and throws down some fine harmony, too. Yes sir, you road folk lead such interesting lives. Maybe we'll talk about that astronaut we met in our next report. Maybe not.