New songs and more music on the horizon

 

Hey Everyone!  Got a new song for you right here On the blog.  

I'm hoping to start posting here more often, but time will only tell!

Hope you Enjoy it!

https://soundcloud.com/ryan-flick-music/stay-a-little-longer-final-mix

Ryan

 

Titles? Before or after you write?

 

I have a terrible fear of failure

 

Answers

 

Answers? Who'se got 'em? I don't.

 

Songwriting and Dating

 

WOrking on Writing songs is a lot like dating.  how so ryan? You ask. Let me tell you...

 

Late night musings, Neil Young, and the meaning of life...

 

If you listen to vinyl than you get it. If you don't get it, than you don't get it. And you never will.

 

Steroids, Spicy Thai Soup and New Music

 

I can't believe it's been since February since the last blog post.  I know everyone has been waiting intently...

Today  I took Steroids.  I don't know if it was the first time, but they were definitely administered by a doctor.  He said I should be hitting home runs, winning a tour de france, and have an overall better "core" strength for moving things like couchs with one arm. 

I am moving a couch over my balcony tomorrow afternoon with a rope.  It wouldn't fit in the elevator and so we are going to lift it up 8 stories into my living room.  That is why I needed steriods this week. 

Really, I needed steriods because my throat got in a fight with my lungs who were just trying to cough out some unneccesary foreign objects that found their way in somehow.  i think my lungs pushed their luck though and my throat got mad.  My lungs must have won the fight, because my throat is raw.  Like eddie murphy raw. live.  like it is that obscence if you could it see it, you would be offended.

spicy thai soup has been my favorite food as of late. i love swing thai's veggie soup extra spicy.  I figured since I was sick this was the only cure on top of the steroids and codiene prescribed to me this morning.  the doctor should just prescribe spicy thai to everyone that is sick.  It fixed everything.  It fixed my throat, my cough, my aches, it fixed my soul.  Soup. Who would've thought.  Especially on a hot day like this.  Chasing it with a swig of cough syrup didn't hurt at all...

PS.  I have some unreleased music that I will be releasing over the course of July.  It's only 4 songs.  Its something different than I've ever done before. Keep your ears peeled and eyes on facebook!  I think I will call it Spicy Thai And Steriods!

Happy Summer!

Ryan

 

When You Don't Know What You Need

 

EVER HAVE THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU REALLY WANT SOMETHING? IF YOU COULD ONLY HAVE THIS ONE THING RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING WOULD BE PERFECT. LIKE A HANKERING FOR MCDONALDS FRENCH FRIES WHEN YOU ARE ON A 3 DAY HIKE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOUNTAINS AND MCDONALDS SHOULD BE THE FURTHEST THING FROM MIND

 

First Times

 

I CAN REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME AND WHERE I MET MOST PEOPLE IN MY LIFE.  WHERE WE WERE, WHO INTRODUCED US, MORE OR LESS THE MONTH AND YEAR ETC....  HOW OFTEN DO I TAKE THOSE PARTICULAR TIMES FOR GRANTED WHEN I MEET SOMEONE? ANYONE?  THE FIRST TIME WE MEET EACH OTHER, SHOULD BE SPECIAL.  IT IS.  TWO PEOPLE THAT DIDN'T KNOW EACH OTHER EXISTED NOW KNOW EACH OTHER BY NAME.

  I FEEL LIKE THE FIRST THING WE DO IS IMMEDIATELY START SIZING EACH OTHER UP.  IS THIS A PERSON I WANT TO GET TO KNOW? IS THIS A PERSON THAT i WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH? IS THIS A PERSON I WANT TO DATE?  ETC...  IT IS VERY DIFFICULT TO NOT MEET SOMEBODY AND BEGIN TO JUDGE THEM.

FIRST TIMES ARE IMPORTANT.  FIRST TIMES DICTATE HOW I WILL TREAT YOU THE NEXT TIME.  HOW YOU WILL TREAT ME THE NEXT TIME.  IF YOU START OUT WITH A BAD FIRST TIME, YOU START IN A HOLE THAT YOU, OR THE OTHER PERSON MUST DIG THEMSELVES OUT OF IN ORDER TO CONTINUE. 

WHEN WE ARE MEETING SOMEONE IMPORTANT, WE TEND TO VALUE THESE FIRST TIMES.  HOWEVER, WHEN WE ARE JUST OUT AND GET INTRODUCED TO SOMEONE NEW, WE TEND TO BELITTLE IT'S IMPORTANCE.  WHY? BECAUSE OF WHAT IS OFFERED.  WHAT IS ON THE TABLE.  MEETING A BOSS AT A NEW JOB, A LOT IS AT STAKE.  WE HAVE A POINT TO PROVE.  MEETING SOMEONE ON A DATE, WE WANT TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION. 

I'VE FOUND, FOR MYSELF ATLEAST, THAT THE HARDER I TRY TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION, THE MORE AWKWARD THE SITUATION.  I AM MY BEST WHEN I DON'T CARE MUCH.  I AM NOT SAYING TO THROW CAUTION TO WIND ON FIRST IMPRESSIONS, BUT THERE IS A FINE LINE OF PLACING TOO MUCH IMPORTANCE WITH WHOMEVER IT IS YOU ARE MEETING, AND NOT ENOUGH.  LIKE MEETING THAT NEW PERSON AT THE BAR, THAT YOU SAY HI TO, AND JUST WALK AWAY.  EVEN IF THAT CONVERSATION IS 2 MINUTES.  IT IS IMPORTANT.  NOT FOR WHAT IT OFFERS YOU, BUT FOR THE SAKE OF IT. 

I THINK IF WE THOUGHT THAT EVERYONE WE MET VALUED US AND REALLY RESPECTED US. WE WOULD HAVE MUCH MORE CONFIDENCE IN MEETING PEOPLE AND GETTING OUR IDEAS ACROSS, AND GROW IN COMMUNITY.  AND IF WE TREAT PEOPLE WITH THAT SAME RESPECT, IT WILL ONLY SPREAD.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Greatness Lost

 

Greatness Lost.  I just wrote a blog on love And life and the Struggles of Our times and hit Publish, typed in my password like every other time I write a blog, and it dissapeared into the ether.  It may have been my masterpiece.  It entailed the trials of love like a modern day Shakespeare and may have put me into history with the other great writers on love. 

I had Planned on Moving to France to Further discuss my Blog and it's revealing secrets on the human condition, and why we will never find our true love.  To sing songs to French women and learn just enough French to tell them I am hungry.  We would drink wine and eat chocolate and pastries and walk around all day talking about love. And they would have no idea what I am Saying in English, but it would just sound nice. And We would make paintings of each other and hang them in musuems. 

I don't know why I lost this blog.  Perhaps the world was not ready for it.  Perhaps too many people would've figured themselves and the secret to the universe out after reading it.  It was too powerful.  Maybe that special "one" Would've found it appealing and we would've fallen in love and sang choruses from mountaintops and slept on the clouds in white robes and harps and eaten grapes and drunk wine from golden chalices and have sex 7 times a day, and sleep and eat when we felt like it.  This blog was that good. 

But you will never know it's brilliance.  You will never know how I channeled the spirit of Cupid and Barry Manilow, and all the cheesy mid 90's movies, like "You've Got mail" to write this spectacular Heartbreaking BAllad of A blog.  If I smoked Cigarettes, I would have one.  A french one. 

 

Top Ten Songs for A Snow Day

 

 Here's the top ten list for a snow day!

 

TOP 10 Best song TITLES of all time!

 

TOP TEN BEST SONG TITLES OF ALL TIME

10)  If the Phone don't ring, you'll know it's me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwsG3PyGvL0

9) The Piano has been Drinking (Not Me)  ~ TOm Waits

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

8) Take This Job and Shove It  ~ JOhnny Paycheck

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIMcVxm5BSQ

7) Let's Get it On- Marvin Gaye

6) Jesus etc...~ Wilco

5) Bad Liver and a Broken Heart ~ Tom Waits

4) Let's get Drunk and Screw

3) Christmas card from a hooker in minneapolis ~ Tom Waits

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIwoUnTXaXU&feature=fvst

2)  Cowboys are secretly, frequently Fond of each other ~ Willie Nelson

1) Flushed from the Bathroom of Your Heart~ Johnny Cash

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwZGxbrzEO4

 

OK PEople! These are just based on titles alone. Not necessarily on quality or lisen-ability of said song.  DISCUSS and ADD ones I Did not include. 

 

Rest

 

I'm taking a day off today.  i've had days off from work.  I've had days off from music. but i haven't felt rested in weeks.  i finally got some good sleep this weekend and feel so good that i can't possibly go to work today.

it's taken me 16 days to finally let go of all things 2011.  it was not a bad year by any means.  I just made a lot of changes.  i feel like i tore down an old platform and started building a new one.  it's taken a lot of energy.  a lot more energy than i even realized. 

sometimes being tired isn't a matter of being phyisically worn down.  i've stayed home all day and watched tv and felt just as worn down as a day of work.  true rest is something else.  something soulful.  spritual.  it's finding those things that only recharge you.  they may be different for everyone.  exercise is great for some people, but for others its draining.  maybe writing is a chore for a student, but for a blogger it's refreshing.  maybe making an italian dinner of spaghetti and red sauce is the last thing on a mothers mind, but for someone who eats out all the time, its a joy.

i don't think rest is a matter of sitting in a chair, or on the couch, or sleeping the day away, or being alone.  it's a matter of finding what makes you the most alive and living in that for a day. 

music is my passion.  but sometimes playing music is the most draining thing in my life.  it's usually when i'm playing for the wrong reasons that it's draining.  those reasons being money.  i have a job. i don't need music to be a second one. 

last night though, listening to music for hours before i went to bed was the best few hours i've spent in weeks.  better than watching sports. better than watching late night tv.  better than surfing facebook updates.  it was truly restful. 

today, on my chosen day of rest i'm drinking coffee at 1 in the afternoon.  i just finished breakfast.  I'm done writing for the day.  i'm going on a walk in the park.  meeting a friend later on.  and making myself dinner tonight.  it's a good one.

 

 

Playing not to lose.

 

playing not to lose.  I watched the Broncos do this all season.  Even when they won.  i don't know statistically what the odds of winning are by playing not to lose, but for these purposes lets say 51 %.

51%.  that's winning in the long run.  you've won more than you've lost.  lets say that every season the Broncos play, they win 51 percent of their games.  they would statistically be a winning team on paper. 

lets say of all the games they win though, they never go to the superbowl.  they never win a playoff game. they never win any big profile high pressure games ever, but they still win 51%.  is this a successful team? 

i play not to lose.  i care too much about failing.  i would rather die at 51% winning safe with no major embarassments, than risk a losing percentage and live with great stories.   

but what if i died at 49%?  what if i died losing the majority of my games, but the games i won were big?  what if i won the superbowl 3 times and still had a 49% winning percentage?  Would I be a success then? 

what if, when the game is on the line, i risk it everytime and go for broke?  potentially falling flat on my face in front of millions of viewers worldwide.

i hate playing not to lose.  life is not the stockmarket.  or vegas.  both of which have proven to be just as risky as the other, even if you know what you are doing.  it's boring.  it involves too much control. too much worrying.  there are no stories to tell, and you always fly under the radar.  no press.  i am not saying i want to be in the tabloids either. i just want to be able to tell a great story.   

 i am living this year to win.  even if i lose.  I am not living anymore not to lose. i've never broken any bones. and i don't plan on doing anything risky physically, but maybe skydiving shouldn't be out of the question in 2012. 

or the superbowl...

 

 

 

Listen to Spotify by the riverside.

 

I was going to begin this blog with 2011 not being the best year ever.  it had moments of brilliance, and scenes of sheer terror.  I will leave it at that.

2011 was the first year i gave up on buying albums.  i found spotify.  why buy another album again? unless of course it hasn't been released on spotify yet.   i found myself listening to less albums. even less complete songs.  i click on something for a minute or two and move on.  i am not invested.  i will give a purchased piece of music a fair chance. if it's free, i have no reason to. 

like anything that comes easy, there's no reason to stick with it or respect it. a free concert, a free painting,  a free relationship. (i am not referring to hookers). everything that is worth something, costs something.  even a gift, cost somebody something and we respect that when we may receive it for free.

i am scared that i get too much for free.  except gas and food.  i could always use free gas and food.  but good times are often overlooked in hopes for better times.  good people and good relationships are taken for granted in search for the perfect ones.  if something is really good, i don't even enjoy it  for very long.  I just want more of it. 

my goals/resolutions/commitments/re-commitments/hopes/dreams/workout plans/eating habits/hopes that the broncos win in the playoffs are trite and unimportant to anyone that reads this.  but...

what i want to say looking back about 2011 is that i feel truly blessed to have as much as i do, and to have the good and kind people i know around me to share it all with. old and new.  i give thanks to jesus and god for these blessings, and hope and learn how to give even a part of what i have back to everyone i love. 

cheers to a joyfilled and satisfying 2012! 

"listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul." ~ Jerry Garcia

~Ryan

 

 

 

 

Human Beings Are Weird

 

Check this link out before you read this http://www.facebook.com/#!/media/set/?set=a.251469471583273.65508.138874852842736&type=3

 

Human beings are so weird right?  If you hear or see or take part in something beautiful, wouldn't you stop to enjoy it?  Crazy how if we spend money on it, we are more apt to pay attention.  crazy how the environment we are in dictates if we pay attention. 

I've been actually wondering this for awhile now.  it's hard to get one person to clap at a bar.  does this mean i suck? Maybe, but i think this is because the people are not there to listen at all.  i am actually stepping into their time of eating and drinking and conversation, and possibly interuppting it. 

 i sometimes think that if a really famous person was doing exactly what i was doing with the equipment i had and the places i play, that no one would notice either.  if no one announced that neil young or bono and the edge would be coming in to play music tonight. and they didn't have lights and a stage and fancy equipment, my guess is that one or two people would notice, but not really care. 

Now, if neil young played a show the next night at red rocks and announced it and charged people 87.50 for tickets.  it would sell out and most everyone would pay attention.  he could even play the exact same set as the night at the bar where no one listened, an people may say it was the greatest set he's ever played.  newspapers and blogs would go as far as to critique it.  Crazy right?

why are we this way?  i think it's value.  when you pay for something, you want something in return.  at a concert, that return is the experience.  you are willing to take part because you put down hard earned money and want to enjoy it.  if you are eating in a restaurant and didn't know live music was going to be there, and the band came in and setup while you were eating.  unless it was the type of music you enjoyed, you'd probably leave. 

think about a free football game.  we all know how expensive football tickets are.  we want a good game in return for what we paid, or our money feels wasted.  now think about someone inviting you to a free football game.  it wouldn't be at mile high.  it would be in a park with makeshift bleachers.  the field would be over run with weeds and tall grass and the goal posts were the old highschool kind with the soccer goal on the bottom.  the audience wouldn't know any of the players personally.  the jerseys would have numbers, but no names and no fancy colors. just plain white vs plain blue. 

 how inclined would you be to watch these players every move?  to really care what the outcome of the game was? to discuss strategy with your friends and listen to experts discuss it on the radio. you wouldn't!  you would try as best you could to stay interested and not fall asleep.  you would get up and walk around the park and enjoy the weather if it was nice.  if it wasn't nice, you probably wouldn't go at all.  you wouldn't dress up in all your warm clothes and bring whiskey and hot cocoa.  you would stay at home. 

now what if someone told you afterwords that those players were the probowl picks from the nfl.  this was an experiment that the nfl was doing.  wouldn't you be upset? wouldn't you have called all your friends and family to come and see this game?  wouldn't you have paid more attention and maybe even tried to meet the players after the game.

strange right?  I think we value what we are told to value for the most part. it's hard to value something that's free.  not a gift, a gift is still valued because it cost someone else.  for instance, free music.  people have more music on their computers, iphones, ipods, clouds etc... than ever before in history.  and yet, the music industry is tanking.  we've decided that music isn't worth paying for anymore.  how many people really treasure the music they listen to? can you treasure something that is readily available at your fingertips for free.  i don't think so.  try buying a cd vs.  downloading a free album.  i gaurantee you will listen to that cd more than the 1000 songs you downloaded for free.  why?  Because you paid for it and there is only one for you. 

i am not going to say that everyone should stop listening to music for free.  i'm not going to tell anyone what to value.  only to think about what you do value and why. also, To take time to find value in something that you may not have.  like the violin player on the subway.  or the guy outside coors field playing the clarinet after every game.  sometimes these people don't want money, they just want to share something with you.  and money is always nice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Don't Know

 

THe Last Time I was in New Orleans, I witnessed a band whose lead singer, also the drummer, playing a song which I assumed was titled "I Don't know".  The only lyrics for the song were, "I don't know", sung over and over again in various ways.  i mean 100 times or more. i left before song was over, so it could have got up into the 1000's. 

this singer was obviously heavily intoxicated, but still managed to play just fine.  his head looked like it was held to his body by a wet noodle, and the rest of his limbs looked like a puppeteer was controlling them, but he didn't miss a beat.  he was right on.  leading the band like any good drummer should. 

it got me thinking... sometimes i just don't know.  sometimes i just play the song without knowing anything.  just going ahead because i have to. like a long drawn out jam, monotous and groovy at the same time.

as terrible as this song was, that's what i took from it. 

today I don't know. I am just alive. i am just here. not happy or sad.  no direction and no particular place to go or people to see.  it's pretty great actually, but it's also saturday.  i don't want to live like this everyday.  buy sometimes it's all i can do to let my head and limbs be tossed about by the world, stay on beat and just say, "I don't know". 

 

 

No press and late night dowloading

 

I have no basis for the title of this blog, other than the fact that I am indeed downloading music this early morning, and that I have no press for my album. 

Does anyone know how to get press?  I mean not like tabloid/jay leno press.  (Though I prefer Dave Letterman)  But I mean how to get the material to the right people that can rate it for better or worse? til death do them part? 

I need a press guy/gal.  I am no good at this. 

Also, my left hand/ middle finger have locked up on me tonight for no apparent reason.  I haven't used that finger all the often lately.  I wonder what it is. 

This is the kind of stuff I am asking you to forgive whilst you read.  I promise these blogs will get better.  I mean, we'll get into all sorts of philosophy on the faces of coltrance, on the meaning of the age 27 and its relevance to death for a rockstar, and the best years of Grateful Dead, Ryan adams and the cardinals, and Dave Matthews band, and what years we all think were the "Glory Days" of those bands.  Yes, these blogs will come.  But tonight, I can not promise more than what you have read thus far. 

I am a single 28 year old man/boy.  A manboy.  ANd I have no advice. Only pure drivel for those others willing to allow me to divuldge into this vast space of a brain. A brain full of whiskey and women getting naked.  lets face it, someone getting naked is much better than them actually being naked.  Atleast, from a mans perspective.  Once the shock has settled in that this person is naked and how great it is.  It just gets awkward.  thoughts of "maybe I should get naked too..." come to mind. Or maybe I shouldn't.  Depends on the person. Depends on where you are (physical location and emotionally) really, no one wants to see a sad naked person. 

I am not naked right now.  I am clothed.  Good night.  More coherent thoughts to come.

 

Sweet

 

Today I was listening to a new Dave Matthews song entitled "Sweet" You can find it here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KwS7i3DlGo