This video was create by myself, Ben Moren, and an exceptionally talented and willing group of artists known as Guess Ready Review. This video was filmed in the remote locale of Mallard Island. It is an oasis of wonder on Rainy Lake; the Bermuda Triangle of the North. This video along with work from Guess Ready Review will be on display at the Kolman & Pryor Gallery in NE Minneapolis through April 12th. Opening reception is Saturday March 8th. For more information on the opening party, gallery, Guess Ready Review, etc, please visit the following site:
http://www.kolmanpryorgallery.com/exhibition/guess-ready-review/

In wonderfully sunny and 40° Missoula Montana for the Big Sky Documentary Film Festival, where the film Beyond the Divide is set to have its first Montana sneak preview in just half an hour. It’s amazing to see all the people in the film - which I’ve been steeped in now for two years - in real life and in person. They are celebrities to me because I have spent many hours experiencing them and they have no idea who I am. That is one of the most curious things about the phenomenon of celebrity; the imbalance of the relationship. I’m so happy to have contributed a soundtrack to this lovely film and the stories of these people. More news about the film in due time!

In wonderfully sunny and 40° Missoula Montana for the Big Sky Documentary Film Festival, where the film Beyond the Divide is set to have its first Montana sneak preview in just half an hour. It’s amazing to see all the people in the film - which I’ve been steeped in now for two years - in real life and in person. They are celebrities to me because I have spent many hours experiencing them and they have no idea who I am. That is one of the most curious things about the phenomenon of celebrity; the imbalance of the relationship. I’m so happy to have contributed a soundtrack to this lovely film and the stories of these people. More news about the film in due time!

The Casio in the Storage Closet

Deep in the catacombs of the basement and somewhere sandwiched in-between the clanking boiler-room and the clinking laundry room, is the storage locker belonging to my apartment. It is a closet full of many things I am happy to not see on a regular basis. Whenever I open the door of said closet I am met with the recurring notion of taking it all to the dumpster. But today, there was a previously unseen gem that had caught the early February light just right and suddenly was ablaze with glorious promise. The Casio CT-638, a modern relic harkening back to 1993, leaned vertically against the wall amidst old art portfolios, camping chairs, and empty appliance boxes. It begged for redemption; to make music again. It is a feeling of great empowerment to fire up old electronics from the past. I imagine if those computer chips had a consciousness they would awaken as if no time had gone missing from the last time it had passed signal. I carried all 7 pounds of it upstairs. Even compared to the reasonably-weighted Nord Electro 2, the Casio was wafer-lite. After plugging it in and rendered incapable of stifling my laughter at the “strings” and “brass” patches, I settled into the default piano tone, and began playing along, in earnest, with the BeeGee’s “Nights On Broadway.” And did it not rule? Was this moment always in existence and merely waiting for a catalyst?

So.. in the spirit of keeping things fresh every-other monday here in Kozaland, I’m posting a real gem that I discovered on one of my hard-drives. This is a song originally written back around 2003 or 2004 and was later recorded in 2006 as a part of the “Patterns” sessions. If you know the coffee shop Anna Banana’s in NW Portland, then you will understand the inspiration for this song. Also, I was listening to early Brendan Benson at this time; sometimes you can’t beat the early stuff. Somehow, Peeling Paint didn’t end up on the album, but it’s a fun little tune. Please enjoy, share, etc - and check back on February 17th for some other enlightening vignette..

Slowcookers

This winter has been marked by subzero highs, feeble furnaces, snowdrifts, slow melodies, and time swiftly marching onward. How quickly it seems, the mind forgets what it used to know; how the body acclimates itself to the frigid cold without so much as a craving for July and August.
I’ve completed only a few songs this winter, but put many in motion. A lyric here; a melody there; a bass-line or drum beat stashed away like squirrels hiding their stores. These songs are best prepared over long hours on low heat. It’s not always easy to know what the result will be, but its generally more satisfying than an impatient preparation whose sum is lesser than its parts.
My kitchen is filled with the smell of onions, potatoes, paprika, celery salt, garlic, and turkey that has been cooking together all day in the crock pot. Some things turn out better when left alone. Some songs will return unprompted like a scent in the air, signaling an unexpected development. These are what I’ll grab ahold of eventually, when the snow melts and the salted roads wash into the earth.

Crossing Lines

There seems to be so many ways of doing the same thing. Over and over again; over and under; through and throughout; the way the lines are laid out and laid out again. If I had a dollar for every time I signed up for a new convenient online service I’d have at least $643 dollars by now. How is anything private? How isn’t all the crucial information not already collected somewhere and accessed by everyone? Seems crazy. Song-worthy? Perhaps, but I’ll have to decipher the clues further to organize a semblance of melody-worthy poetry.

SOLO ACOUSTIC VIDEO FOR “BE WILD” FROM THE LIVE AT THE PEARL SESSIONS

This video was recorded last May at the Pearl Recording Studio in NE Minneapolis. It’s a pretty raw and honest rendition of a newer song called “Be Wild.” The full studio version of the same song has recently just been shipped out to be mixed - which is exciting! The new solo album has been almost three years in the making, although the release date is still very much TBD. There were a couple people in the audience who were riled up and barking like stray dogs at the end of this song.. so you know it’s live!
My heart is a bicycle; Oh Minneapolis how you have embraced me!

My heart is a bicycle; Oh Minneapolis how you have embraced me!

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