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The last two weeks I’ve been editing and remixing some of my home recorded EPs.  I decided to rework a lot of my last EP and all three are available now at:

http://levonwalker.bandcamp.com/

This is replacing iTunes for me, it’s far more friendly to the small guy.  ”Not Sure how I’ll Eat but I’m not Picking Peaches” is the last, I repeat last, time I will do a home recording this rough in nature.  It is preposterous to spend weeks trying to fix projects that were recorded in Garageband (don’t smirk).  It’s the best I could do with what I have (useful for forcing inventiveness amidst limited resources, teaching not to wait until everything is perfect, exercising initiative).

With such a wonderful disclaimer of blundering recording quality, I move on to the subject of promotion.  Follow me.  Self promotion: the marketing wheel of social networking obtrusiveness. Until now, that is,  for an idea was born yesterday.

I call it “Promotional Acts of Kindness.”  When walking home yesterday, along the sidewalk beside a locksmith company, the hedges were being invaded by a vine.  There was trash in the beds.  I said to myself that if I were still a landscaper, I would knock on the door and tell them that for $20 I would clean up the mess.  Or I could just do it, randomly… or, promotionally.  ”Promotional Acts of Kindness” was being born.  I could leave a sign in the lawn:

This Act of Kindness brought to you by Levon Walker, who invites you to visit http://levonwalker.bandcamp.com/  and see why this behavior has occurred.

I thought maybe I’d make a T shirt and get myself caught in public, “tagging” things with a broom and loppers.  Written on my back:

This Act of Kindness brought to you by Levon Walker, who invites you to visit http://levonwalker.bandcamp.com/  and see why this behavior has occurred.

It would target a new demographic, I would hand out pamphlets explaining how an impractical, indulgent artist decided to get out and make themselves useful in attempt to redeem a vain existence of indy basement recordings.  If art is for the good of all, then invest in its promotion by civic do-gooding.  Make it a splash.

The more that I turn the idea over in my head, the more I am convinced I am going to do it.  I have a difficult time promoting myself, worsened by years of being bad at sales when I was in them.  ”We are all in sales in some way or another, or we work for someone else who is,” said my friend Knox.

I don’t like sales because I feel grasping, self interested, angled, and one sided.  I realize that this is personal problem, for I’ve worked with plenty of people who are good salesman and demonstrate the positive attributes of the trade.  But plenty of people feel like me, and I think all salesmen go through it.  Someone who wants to be a massage therapist finds themselves learning to hustle.  The same with a personal trainer or a hair stylist. Competition favors the competitive nature, some of us only wanted to be yoga instructors.

Sorry, I need to bring it all back home.  My original purpose in writing was to tell you about

http://levonwalker.bandcamp.com/

to plug it here, plug it firmly, and then mention:

Promotional Acts of Kindness, brought to you by Levon Walker, who invites you to visit http://levonwalker.bandcamp.com/  and see why this behavior has occurred.

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I started out listening to Jay Z, the Blueprint III album.  Maintaining a tough attitude is required to get this paint job accomplished and over with. For years we stumbled around ladders in the house and I refuse to relive that.

Jay Z reached its end at some point and I can’t recall exactly when.  An Itunes shuffle can hold the fate of our human will in these unassuming moments.  So what came next?

Ryan Adams, Gold.  It was three songs in before I realized it.  Songs from “Gold” could likely connect the dots of my twenties, if I tried.  The music is in me and I don’t hear it anymore, adding to what it has played through already.  Standing here, rolling my walls, I dazed back.  Early drives to Ashley’s apartment, stretches of highway, cigarettes in my front pocket, the twin towers in a music video before they fell.  I am 19 and 29.

One example.  New York City, Ashley had gone back to Virginia for a couple weeks and I’d hit bottom.  We were broke, in debt, and in trouble.  I was bumming cigarettes or buying singles on Lenox Ave.  With “La Cienega Just Smiled” on repeat, I took the subway from 135th in Harlem to Ludlow Guitars and then walked back home.  Never stopped the song.

My feelings about those days and a lot more of them are spoken for by the higher acoustic guitar on the recording.  It doesn’t get off the same chord for the entire song.  And never once have I comprehended the words.  I fight to stay in place with my mind, like I’m trying to pray.  It’s an open F chord, capo 3, with the pinky adding the 9th, and it has the power to stop an afternoon in Manhattan.  That pinky never moves for 4:43.

Funny today, it was around two years ago that we gave it a shot.

Ryan Adams, “I’ll always love you though, New York”

Jay Z, “Let’s hear it for New York”

Billy Joel, “I’m in a New York state of mind”

Elton John, “This Broadway’s got a lot of songs to sing and if I knew the word I might join in”

Jim Croce, “New York’s not my home”

Levon Walker, “The little man in the box says we can”

 

 

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Ashley's most recent

(by Levon who was listening to Christabel and the Jons in Knoxville’s Market Square on the WDVX Blueplate Special)

Upon the arrival of 1000 of each of my CDs, I implemented a rather peculiar marketing strategy:  I got on a bus to Mexico.  Yes, I smuggled a few across the border, and who could say if I’m bigger over there than here, but back in Tennessee I’m trying to think about music and its market.  I’ve got a lot of CDs after all, and it’s hard to find shelves.  But this is not a commercial, it’s just what always has me thinking.

wdvx blueplate special, christabel and the jons

Musicians record albums and then tour to support them.  It takes a huge financial backing, traditionally by a label, and even then it is only the beginning of fighting the odds.  Today, the old industry infrastructure has nearly collapsed.  Labels are left to squeeze the dear life from sure-bet acts, and newer artists are so risky that they can usually self raise as much support as a label would venture on them.  Everyone has stolen music, it couldn’t really be stopped.  Now we have an industry with no barriers to entry, so bombarded by self marketing musicians that what is happening can be anybody’s guess.

Let me be clear that I’m glad every musician has a shot.  No one needs a golden ticket to build a facebook page, buy some software, and even pay the CD manufacturers (who are the true beneficiaries of the current music industry).  However, this fair shot is still dependent on the limited ears and patience of a market that only lifts an eyebrow to new music as much as it ever did when the industry sought to give them a mere handful of selections.  Undoubtedly, great music has always been made and never discovered since people have sold records and made livings as musicians.  Now perhaps it’s out there, somewhere on iTunes, and in the event you find it by chance or by add request, it can end up a mix playlist for $.99.  The band takes $.70 as their profit to buy food, put gas in the van, a little in the band fund, and split the rest 5 ways.

My point?  Something is happening to our music and the music of our decade will likely be coined as “overwhelming obscurity.”  Public opinion of art matters, pragmatically, because it determines who eats and keeps making it.  Maybe the best thing for music can occur now; it will be locally acclaimed.  Someone must put themselves in the public face to get recognized, for there is no need to go peering for it in the saturation elsewhere.  That would be a good solution on a few fronts: namely it gets musicians playing.  Busking, anything.  Let the marketing be done face to face with the community.  It will be on the streets in a good music town.  And so, the town knows it’s artists, it’s sound, and it’s traditions are given back to them.

Now, the obvious problem.  Nobody says anything bad about the Boss in Jersey, but Jersey isn’t Knoxville.  Doesn’t a musician have to spread his market like any other merchant?  Of course.  When good music is readily accessible, it is also accessible next week.  However, the number one rule that any aspiring band reads when trying to go on the road is this: “Own your hometown.”  To do that, they need their hometown to listen and buy in.  Think of it as sending off ambassadors of the Knoxville (or insert town here) feel.  And when the national scene comes by your door, it will be better with what it brings you; because you’ve made yourself a music town.

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I just found out that both CDs are now available on Amazon.com and iTunes.  They’re on Rhapsody as well, if you’re a subscriber.  All you do is search Levon Walker in the iTunes store, or go to the Amazon link below:

I’m working on distribution for the actual CDs, but if you’d like to have one instead of downloading you can email me for now at levonwalker@live.com and we can mail it.

San Cristobal de las Casas

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just saw Grizzly Bear but they already replaced the letters

just saw Grizzly Bear but they already replaced the letters

Fall is the best season to seed lawns because the climate is mild enough to give the grass a start, and not so wet as spring which washes the seed away.  I nurture the castle turf of the rich and famous, reminiscing about my own corner lot in Knoxville where my varied grass blend appears mangled and chewed  before it dies in the heat of July.  None compares to the miniature fescue forests I am in charge of now; not one weed or brown patch remains for yes, I am lawn master (or “Levon the technician” as I write on the bill).

Yacht clubs and suburbia make me miss Old North Knoxville with its dogwoods and Victorian charm.  Empty beaches mean summer is gone, and soon the people will be in Appalachia to see the colors of old mountains.

I’ve had the priviledge by my brother in law to join an elite list of banquet caterers at the Silver Palate.  Of the 25 or so scattered individuals that file in for these weekend events, almost every guy there is a friend of Dustin’s and go to a church here called Wave. We try and be a serious wait staff, but always keep each other in on where the accessible food is, who is hilarious to watch on the dance floor, and the best practices for getting the heck out of there as soon as possible.  Our events have ranged from a Korean wedding in a glass cathedral full of origami cranes, an ocean side gay wedding vow renewal (for the marriage sadly had to happen elsewhere), and a Jewish wedding in a synagogue.  As a self titled student of the human condition, I appreciate sharing good times of people at their best with the ones they love most.  There is always good food to take home.  I’m not afraid to bring Tupperware.

In August, we washed up at this beach (an allowable metaphor if you will let me).  Anyway, we had caught a little of our breath on the farm, but had put off our busted state from the short skirmish of a battle against the man and the hipster in New York City.  The fight is not over, for the man has power as the hipster has cool; but we have a little bit of money.  Enough money, in fact, to properly release my CD which formerly was a burned copy and a custom album drawing with a Sharpie by Ashley.  Friends think that’s neat.  But the industry, the man, and the hipster need gloss finish and a bar code (okay, the hipster likes the matte finish).

By the end of November I plan on releasing two CDs at once.  The first one I recorded last December and never could put it out.  The second is my New York EP.  December was piano and jazz, the new one is acoustic guitars with a sort of quirky keyboard laden and electronic, country feel.  It’s very genre unspecific, loosely Americana but vaguely urban and beachy.  Sort of like a Kentucky boy singing of home and Manhattan, his final thoughts given by toes in the sand.  Both of the projects are things I really needed to say, and getting it said has been one of the largest round-about processes of life I could have imagined.  They will be on iTunes and amazon and in my trunk, all in November.

More on that to come.  Tomorrow night Ashley is showing at an event in downtown Norfolk at the Warehouse in W. Ghent.  Her work will also be up at Bad Ass Coffee on the oceanfront all November.  I have a show at the Boot in Ghent on Nov 7th.

Seeding season is almost over so I won’t have to write blogs at 6 in the morning if I’m going to write them.  I missed you.

more on this soon

more on this soon

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