So many things I'd like to do
So many places to see
And I feel like
There's never enough
Time for anything else
That I might desire to undertake
Something I'd like to purse
But the world's just spinning around
Keeps me head and foot-bound
Don't know what to do
Give me just twelve hours
To add to my day
Keep all your wealth and your money
Take your fame and power
For time just give me twelve hours
Time isn't cheap
You pay so dearly
I'm trying to make every minute count
Penny count
Spending my time seem like all i do
Can't save up for rainy days
Can't invest in
An instrument to
Earn satisfaction to draw from
When far-in-the future I need to feel
Just what my value has been
There's no interest that's coming or due
Dividends are so precious and few
Don't know what to do
Give me just twelve hours
To add to my day
Keep all your wealth and your money
Take your fame and power
For time just give me twelve hours
It's here - the only Wammies award where non-WAMA members can vote for the winner. Only one vote per person allowed.
Cast Your Fan's Favorite Vote in the 28th Annual WAMMIE Awards for me, Ray Jozwiak(my release "Black & White Then Back" in on the ballot for 2013's Best Jazz Recording) HERE
No pressure PLEASE!!!!
Don't bother if you wish. Just enjoy the music (below) instead . . .
Singer/Songwriter, folk, world, improvisation all coming together beautifully.
"Rishi's Garden", performed by Tom
Prasada-Rao (www.tomprasadarao.com) with Patty Prasada-Rao, Doug Alan
Wilcox & Todd Marcus in concert at the Institute of Musical
Traditions (www.imtfolk.org),Takoma Park, MD, USA on May 18, 2011.
Tom
Prasada-Rao is a singer-songwriter of breathtaking vision. His voice
belies his musicianship and his extraordinary songs. From Rishi's Garden
with it's homage to Ravi Shankar to the groove of Sleeping Beauty ,
Tom's music is melodic, ambitious, and reverent.
When not on
tour, Tom is at home, producing records, raising two stepdaughters, and
walking one rather large Golden Doodle named Thurman. In addition to
producing, he's a teacher, currently at White Rock Montessori in Dallas,
formerly of The University of Virginia's Young Writer's Workshops -
where he created the songwriting curriculum and taught for eight years.
(from wikipedia.com)
The New York Times described (Philip Seymour) Hoffman as "a stocky, often sleepy-looking man with blond, generally uncombed hair who favored the rumpled clothes more associated with an out-of-work actor than a star." Hoffman "frequently dyed his hair and lost or gained weight for parts" and "was known for a sometimes painful dedication to his craft." In a 2006 interview with 60 Minutes, Hoffman revealed that he had suffered from drug and alcohol abuse after graduating from college, and went to rehab for drug and alcohol addiction, recovering at age 22. He said he had abused "anything I could get my hands on. I liked it all." Hoffman relapsed over 20 years later, checking into a rehabilitation program for about 10 days in May 2013 because of problems with prescription pills and heroin.
On February 2, 2014, Hoffman was found dead by his friend, playwright David Bar Katz, in the bathroom of Hoffman's West Village, Manhattan office apartment. According to the New York City Police Department, the death appeared to be drug-related.
In January 1835, President Andrew Jackson (who harbored a very person dislike of the concept of debt), paid off the entire national debt. To do that, he took advantage of a huge real-estate bubble that was raging in the Western U.S. The federal government owned a lot of Western land — and Jackson started selling it off. He was also ruthless on the budget blocking every spending bill he could.
Meantime, back to the present. . .
Shouldn't we LEARN from our own history?
(Thanks to http://nextcity.org/equityfactor/entry/here-is-foreign-every-country-that-gets-more-federal-aid-than-detroit and http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2011/04/15/135423586/when-the-u-s-paid-off-the-entire-national-debt-and-why-it-didnt-last)
I thought my skin was growing a bit thicker after over ten years of huckstering original music performance and recordings but for some reason, certain things still hurt. A natural-born salesman I most certainly am NOT! When applying for employment upon college graduation I unconditionally dismissed any and all job openings that hinted of sales. I generally feel that if someone wants or needs something, they will seek it. Consequently I never wanted to be the one to present them with something which I WANTED them to want or need.
Truth is, my stance on the matter has not really changed in essence since then. The one thing that HAS changed is that, after learning about what constitutes a successful music career (and I guess I have to qualify that by adding "commercially" to 'successful' because let's face it, if you have any talent, ability or passion about music, you do want to reap rewards in the critical and/or financial realms) I am now able to 'salesify' enough to confront a potential audience. That's just marketing, plain and simple.
So in my joy at being on the WAMMIE ballot for Best Jazz Recording, I thought that, since (from the WAMA website) 'nominations and balloting come from the WAMA membership' that I would bring my good fortune at being nominated to the attention of the WAMA membership because, as a WAMA member myself, I sometime read hastily and more oftentimes FORGET things. Frequently a small reminder can be most useful. A small reminder is what I intended to send the WAMA members, light-hearted, brief but to the point. So while I don't know all the WAMA members personally, I thought we had a common bond in our 'support' of the Washington area music community. I guess not all WAMA members feel that bond.
Turns out that two 'reprimanding' comments were returned to me in response to my request for a vote; one from a member I do not personally know and another from one I do.
*Sending unsolicited mass emails to DC musicians that you don't know asking for you vote isn't the best way to gain their support.
*I don't really care much for begging for votes. Please don't include me
on your list.
Granted the comments were innocuous enough (at least maybe one more than the other) and I have removed the two names from my mailing list in respect of their wishes, or in the case of the first, his implication.
. . . one example of the multiple and various influences upon my music is "Easter Parade" which I detected recently in a new composition . . . and of course, one thing leads to another and I began to sing to myself and pondered the rotogravure . . .
(from wikipedia.com)
In the last quarter of the 19th century, the method of image photo transfer onto carbon tissue covered with light-sensitive gelatin was discovered, and was the beginning of rotogravure. In the 1930s–1960s, newspapers published relatively few photographs and instead many newspapers published separate rotogravure sections in their Sunday editions. These sections were devoted to photographs and identifying captions, not news stories. Irving Berlin's song "Easter Parade" specifically refers to these sections in the lines "the photographers will snap us, and you'll find that you're in the rotogravure". And the song "Hooray for Hollywood" contains the line "…armed with photos from local rotos" referring to young actresses hoping to make it in the movie industry.
In 1932 a George Gallup "Survey of Reader Interest in Various Sections of Sunday Newspapers to Determine the Relative Value of Rotogravure as an Advertising Medium" found that these special rotogravures were the most widely read sections of the paper and that advertisements there were three times more likely to be seen by readers than in any other section.
