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On The Rebound

In many ways. It has been nearly a month since my last blog, but the album progresses.

Last night, I put down the last of the bass tracks for the new LP at Karma Frog, spending most of my time with On The Rebound. Rebound is one of a handful of collaborations with Bryan Farrar that have made it through the sessions. I was able to give it a pretty loose funky performance. My producer Adam has been busy contributing loads of synthesizer, keyboard and guitar tracks. Bryan, my longtime guitarist, will be coming in during August to supply solos.

Speaking of Adam's handiwork, his piano playing on two tracks in particular, Huckleberry Finn and Your Majestic Rejection are stunning. I took a 24 hour road trip to LV last weekend, dropped off an aunt/saw the Beatles' LOVE. But on the way, I had a demo disc to listen to and by God, I could not stop listening to those two tracks as I drove through the desert. Surprising because Finn is about life in the Mississippi, I'm no where near a river and yet it was fitting. Rejection is a straight-up vintage R&B waltz and I hear something new in Adam's playing each time I listen. I cannot wait to share these records with each of you.

In other news, my previous record A Talent For Loving is available for those who are subscribed to Spotify. Spotify is a new service that gives one access to about a billion songs on-line. I have to sign up myself to see what it is all about, but Spotify has been wildly successful in Europe as a way to get people to listen to new music without having to download it. Personally, I will never tire of LP's and even CD's. I must have the art!

Mark your calendars for August 4. That is when I will take the stage with my trio at Molly Malone's for the International Pop Overthrow music festival in Los Angeles. You can find venue details on my website.

Gotta jet. Be well!

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