tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77395633135083119132024-02-18T21:22:49.945-08:00Dasha Makes Music!Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-41644446794036697362017-02-04T07:55:00.001-08:002017-02-04T07:55:47.574-08:00Heaven On Their Minds (cover)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's been four years since I've written anything on here! Obviously this blog is more for myself, but hot damn that's a bit disappointing! I would say that in the last 4 years I have written 3 or 4 full songs - that's why the radio silence.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">My family and friends have been forced to be aware of my passion (obsession) with the rock-opera </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">Jesus Christ Superstar</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">. Some of them have been forced and brainwashed to watch it with me. This love is hereditary as my dad was possibly </span><u style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">more</u><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"> obsessed with the score back in the U.S.S.R. and learned to slay it on the keys from listening to the vinyl on repeat. All the teenage girls loved him! For his 60th birthday I recruited a great keyboard player (<a href="https://www.davidfarrellmelton.com/">David Farrell Melton</a>) to help me record "Heaven On Their Minds"! This is my favorite song on the record, but also one of my top 5 favorite songs of all time. Additionally, my dad and I have had many any evening when he played the keys and I sang the song in our house, so it is a bit sentimental as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I wanted to share it with you because I am super proud of it! And because I want to spread the Jesus Christ Superstar fever!</span></div>
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Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-86847920929335591552013-11-02T09:56:00.002-07:002013-11-02T09:56:30.204-07:00Cold-hearted<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-3019961744615133462013-11-02T08:20:00.000-07:002013-11-02T08:20:02.454-07:00No(n) Sense ft. SAS Productions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-19776280937073751662013-08-02T18:52:00.001-07:002013-08-02T18:52:19.918-07:00Breaking up is hard to do, until it's not....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A long, long time ago - many moons ago, many haircuts ago (and many wigs later!) I had a mutually agreed upon break up that I took hard. First time for everything, right? Waaah, how sad...</div>
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Well I wrote two songs then and it's amazing how different they are. I also recorded them then making them about 3.5 years old. But I wanted to share them with you now. And you know my style - I record it once and I'm done, so hurrrr they iz, ya'll.</div>
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Day 26 is hmmmmmmm 26 days in...</div>
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Aw, sad Dasha is so.....sad. I have full respect for all of my emotions so there ain't no shame here.<br />
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And then some months later, well, clearly I was in a different place.<br />
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ps - I wrote a song a few weeks ago for the first time in years...PROGRESS!</div>
Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-86776923492251444972012-12-01T17:20:00.001-08:002012-12-01T17:20:26.505-08:00Baby Came Around to Me...DraftMike and I call this BCAM. Here's the draft recorded earlier this year. I wrote this in 2006.<br />
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Grad school is kickin' my butt pretty hard this year so I do not expect to be updating this here blog that often. Also, I'm interning at a juvenile detention center and love every moment of it.<br />
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Travelin'...sounding much prettier with the help of my buddy Mike. Thanks Mike!<br />
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Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-40995273954236874802012-09-03T03:52:00.001-07:002012-09-05T08:50:19.686-07:00Draft - Ti Sovsem S Uma Soshyol<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ti Sovsem S Uma Soshyol (</span><span style="text-align: center;">Ты совсем
с ума сошёл) means "You've completely lost your mind!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's 3:45am. I am so elated right now. I finished a song. Finally. FINALLY! It's been a long time. A very, very long time. Shout out to Masha for loving this song so much and forcing me to finish it. I'm still debating one line but that's better than spending 2.5 years debating 2 verses and choruses!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I started this in January 2010, I think. I finished today/tonight/just now - September 2012! I wanted to express myself in a language that a certain someone would not understand...but the song took a life of it's own and became a silly piece of music. It's in Russian so if you don't know Russian, you won't be able to appreciate just how absurd the lyrics are (One of the lines "<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Скажи, Бог, как мне дальше жить?</span>" meaning" Tell me God, what to do!??!"). Google Translate makes it that much more ridiculous but you can try:</span><br />
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<b><u><span style="font-family: inherit;">Verse 1:<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Как-же так, как-же так<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Потеряла тебя она<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">И незнает теперь как одна<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Будет спать и жить без тебя?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Как-же ты, как-же ты<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Появляешься в её сны?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Улетаешь на другие планеты<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">А покупаешь ей вкусные конфеты????<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ты совсем с ума сошёл!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ты совсем с ума сошёл!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ты не хочешь чтоб она жила отлично без тебя! (<----This is the line I'm debating. Got any ideas, Russkiys?)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p><b><u><span style="font-family: inherit;">Verse 2:</span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Слушай Коля,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ты что не понемаеш?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Как ты целуешь и обнимаешь<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Откровенно мне скажи<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Как ты дальше будешь жить -?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Без её улыбке?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Без её АХА?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">И её огромные глаза? -<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Смотрят грустно на тебя.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Просят: Почему-же не я??<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Она совсем с ума сошла!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Она совсем с ума сошла!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">И не хочет она жить отлично без тебя!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Мне мама говорила<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">И папа мне сказал-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Этот Коля совсем пацан.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Лучше избавится от него<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Он такой - ёо маё!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Но он-же мой любимый<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Но он мне не звонит.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Скажи, Бог, как мне дальше жить?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Раньше я была такая умная, трезвая, нормальная</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Я совсем с ума сошла!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Я совсем с ума сошла!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Я совсем с ума сошла!/ Раньше я была такая умная, трезвая, <o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">нормальная.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Я совсем с ума сошла!/ Раньше я была такая умная, трезвая, <o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">нормальная.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Я совсем с ума сошла!/ Раньше я была такая умная, трезвая, <o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">нормальная.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Я совсем с ума сошла!/ Раньше я была такая умная, трезвая, <span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">нормальная</span>.</span><br />
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My email to my buddy Mike, the one person I email/text/anything the second I have any ounce of creativity (probably why I created the blog, to remove the burden off him). Yes I wrote OMG. It's 4 o'clock in the morning, geez.:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">"OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I FINISHED A SONG!!!!!!!! It's 3:25am and I"m about to pass the F out but damn yo! I feel accomplished! And it's my Russian song (the first one). This is a song I definitely want to record at your house if for no reason other than that I want to add some harmonies to it. Oh man, I knew it. I woke up today and had a good feeling that I was going to create something!</span><br />
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<br />Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-79789617045509540052012-08-31T10:34:00.000-07:002012-08-31T10:34:26.685-07:00Stranger to My EyesA couple of weekends back,<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I was out and about at a friend's birthday party and made a new friend who knew pretty much nothing about me except that my name was Dasha (you know, pre me changing my name to the Turkish spelling Da<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 16px;">şa), I sing, and I recorded a song "Stranger to My Eyes" in 2004 that this person used to have on a playlist. Then my long time friends Irina and Igor both reminisced about this song and how they would play it often. In fact, once I got a text message from Igor (from Alabama) that he was blasting the song in his house and his roommate came down to join in on the chorus. Oh, life is funny. So are my friends.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">So here it is in all it's glory. See, I think the beginning sounds like Russian restaurant music but that doesn't mean it's bad, right? Right!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">Background story: It was 2004, I was 17 years old. I was sitting in my room, livin' life, when a young man walked into it and said "Hi". Apparently we went to the same secondary school. I thought he had nice eyes. I wrote a song. It's a shame it's not this easy anymore! So many songs would have been written about eyes, lips, soft skin, and beards.</span></span><br />
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I started to write songs in the 6th grade. Actually I remember asking my dad how to write a song while we were going on a school trip. Oh the yellow school bus. He talked a lot about music (he's a good father. a good musician.) but little did he know that I already wrote my first song called "Slay the Dreamer". I have NO idea where the inspiration for this song came from, but it's probably the coolest song I ever wrote. Sorry I messed up the snaps in the beginning.<br />
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I wrote "Alone" in 6th or 7th grade. It's pretty clear it's influenced by the Backstreet Boys.<br />
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<br /></div>Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-51463738889867268092012-07-19T14:11:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:11:08.906-07:00Hello, Dolly!<a href="http://lalachachamusic.blogspot.com/2012/07/art-and-fear-david-ted.html">I set some goals</a> and have begun to work on the first one - a Soundcloud page with songs in order of how they were written. This first one was not written by me, but I did sing it everywhere 4th, 5th, and 6th grade. It defines an era of my life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the studio actin' a fool.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dad (who looks like a Hasidic Jew for some reason) was my manager basically. His birthday at Astoria restaurant where I worked. 1996...1997...1998 somewhere in those years.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me in maybe 5th grade with the guy from the Goonies. I didn't know who he was then. I still haven't seen the movie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello Dolly!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello Dolly! (People thought I was a boy because I cut my hair short). 4th grade for realz.</td></tr>
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In other news, I unearthed sooo many unfinished songs I wrote/tried to write since the year 2000 (that's 12 years of material) that is overwhelming...and kind of hilarious.<br />
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Progress!Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-48009314881593283122012-07-18T09:37:00.004-07:002017-02-07T18:45:22.807-08:00Art and Fear (David & Ted)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Making art is difficult. We leave drawings unfinished and stories unwritten. We do work that does not feel like our own. We repeat ourselves. We stop before we have mastered our materials, or continue on long after their potential is exhausted. Often the work we have not done seems more real in our minds than the pieces we have completed. And so questions arise: <i>How does art get done? Why, often, does it </i>not <i>get done? And what is the nature of the difficulties that stop so many who start?</i>"<br />
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That's how David Bayles & Ted Orland open their short book titled "Art & fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking".<br />
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According to them I am not quite yet a quitter with my music because I am still trying...occasionally. Well, David & Ted, I'm about to give it a real go!<br />
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For the most part I have been uninspired to write music for 4 or so years, but during this time I <i>have</i> actually written a handful of songs. The problem is that when I wrote music/songs as a kid in junior high and a teen in high school, I didn't judge them heavily or at all. I thought it was fantastic that I could write songs, I had a dream that one day I'd perform in Madison Square Garden, and then I got older and it was my way of getting out all that angst. They were good ol' fashioned pop songs influenced by what I listened to for years: Pop - Backstreet Boys specifically.<br />
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My songs changed a bit when I picked up the guitar because instead of being free to come up with any melody I wanted, I limited myself to what and how I could strum. Oh, and then I got a little older and wished my songs had more meaning, were more deep, were more than just about love or unlove.<br />
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Now, I say, who cares? Most of my songs come from a thought <u style="font-style: italic;">I</u> had, a moment <u style="font-style: italic;">I</u> had, a feeling <u style="font-style: italic;">I</u> had. And for someone who is so accepting of my thoughts and feelings, it seems unfair to judge the words that I put to these thoughts, moments, and feelings! No more!<br />
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See, David & Ted did another thing in their book, they listed doubts:<br />
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"Making art can feel dangerous and revealing. Making art <i>is</i> dangerous and revealing. Making art precipitates self-doubt, stirring deep waters that lay between what you know you should be, and what you fear you might be. For many people, that alone is enough to prevent their ever getting started at all - and for those who do, trouble isn't long in coming. Doubts, in fact, soon rise in swarms:<br />
<i>I'm not an artist - I'm a phony</i><br />
<i>I have nothing worth saying</i><br />
<i>I'm not sure what I'm doing</i><br />
<i>Other people are better than I am</i><br />
<i>I'm only a [student/physicist/mother/whatever]</i><br />
<i>I've never had a real exhibit</i><br />
<i>No one understands my work</i><br />
<i>No one likes my work</i><br />
<i>I'm no good"</i> (p. 13)<br />
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I mean, when two dudes simply and explicitly list everything you've ever felt, wouldn't you feel frustrated/empowered/upset/excited? I do.<br />
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I am not a quitter. I miss singing. I have a slew of songs. I may be uninspired but things are still happening in the musical corner of my brain.<br />
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"The point is that you learn how to make your work <i>by making your work,</i> and a great many pieces you make along the way will never stand out as <i>finished art</i>. The best you can do is make art you care about - and lots of it!" (p. 6)<br />
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David & Ted also talk about accepting challenges in order to grow and not quit. It's logical. It's scary.<br />
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I have three challenges for myself. Three challenges to accomplish over the next year.<br />
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1. Record every song I have ever written (did you know I was in 6th grade when I wrote my first song? It's a funny one.) and put up on Soundcloud or something. Some songs have been recorded in an actual studio, so I may put up the originals (because let's face it, when I was a vocal major in high school singing for 4 class periods a day, I sounded way better and more warmed up than I do now) I can do this by the time I go back for my last year of graduate school in September.<br />
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2. Take guitar lessons. If my guitar skills are limiting me, then I have to unlimit them. I have to figure out my money situation first, but this is important and doable.<br />
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3. Play a gig. Yes, that was my goal last year but then second semester of school started and it was hard and painful and I was tired all the time. This time, again, I say play a gig by May 2013. I want to do it for myself. I don't need to play Madison Square Garden. But I do need to do what I really miss doing - and that is singing for more than just myself. Who cares if I'm good or not? I mean, I'm not bad.<br />
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Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-89865514634208842682011-10-01T10:30:00.000-07:002011-10-01T10:30:38.393-07:00Little Betty - video<div style="text-align: center;">I wrote this song mayhaps 5 years ago, and originially used words like "I" and "me". I decided to take myself out of the picture - mainly, at the time, to not upset a certain someone I played the song for. But now I just like it this way, plus I never actually identified with the words anyway!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6nne0eQRn-c" width="560"></iframe></div>Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-28368329853428535682011-04-25T14:48:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:49:47.988-07:00"What I Get"<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pV-c7wtuVco?fs=1" width="425"></iframe><br />
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Wrote this in 2008 or 2009. Recorded in Krabi Town, Thailand on a typical, tropical, rainy day.Dashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629293933174911870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739563313508311913.post-45113889423853373232011-04-25T14:28:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:30:45.959-07:00Welcome to my Music Blog!Hey there! I'm Dasha and sometimes I write music. I used to be very prolific, so now I take those songs and make videos of them. Mainly, this blog will be devoted to these videos!<br />
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