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I blog all things for the unsigned songwriters, and artists!
Are you looking to expand your fan base, while keeping your existing fans interested and excited about your music? Could you use an easily-accessible page where you can list your band’s history of gigs, news, song releases, and everything else? Would you like to share more in-depth info with your fans than what you can post in a Facebook update or Tweet?
Many popular artists and bands keep a running, current blog page on their websites, and if you don’t already, you should consider starting up a blog page too! A blog can be an invaluable tool not just for your fans, but for you personally as an artist/band.
Your blog can include anything and everything about you as an artist, from your official updates, news and upcoming releases, to personal thoughts and statements you’d like to share with your fans and site visitors. A blog is also a great archival tool where both your fans and you can look back and check important past information, or just reminisce on your great experiences and history as an artist.
Our friends over at Music Think Tank recently posted a great article about why your band needs to blog. They list 4 great points about how having a blog page for yourself as an artist/band can really benefit you and your fan base.
Read More At: http://jangoairplay.blogspot.com/2013/01/why-you-too-should-have-music-blog.html

G&L is a guitar design and production company founded by Leo Fender, George Fullerton, and Dale Hyatt in the late 1970s. Fender sold his company named Fender in 1965. He designed and produced instruments for Music Man in the 1970s through his company CLF Research. When relations with Music Man soured, G&L was created to continue operations outside of Music Man. The G&L name comes from the initials of George (Fullerton) and Leo (Fender).
G&L instruments are similar to the classic Fenders, but with some modern innovations. They are built at the same facility on Fender Avenue in Fullerton, California that produced the early Music Man instruments. G&L instruments are not widely distributed but are highly regarded by many musicians and collectors. The relatively small scale of production further allows for more custom options than are possible on larger production lines.
After the death of Leo Fender in 1991, Fender’s wife, Phyllis Fender, passed the management of G&L to John C. McLaren of BBE Sound. George Fullerton remained a permanent consultant until his death on July 4 2009, and Leo’s wife Phyllis remains as Honorary Chairman of G&L. In a print advertisement for G&L, Leo Fender claimed the G&L line of instruments were “the best instruments I have ever made.
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come away and I’ll hide you
come where they won’t find you
come and leave this behind you
you’ll come
you will come
come this way and cross over
come into forever
come and i’ll never leave you
you’ll come
you will come
i’m all warm on the other side
no reason to run and hide
no treason badge you humbly wore
that’s all gone and died
it’s not good to remain here
you’d be better away
too much going on here
it’s clear you’re outta here
come away and I’ll find you
come away and I’ll hide you
come and leave this behind you
you’ll come
you will come
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“Oh God, I could do better than that!”
As Queen Bitch’s insistent, irresistible guitar riff kicks off yet another major motion-picture trailer, is this how the reclusive David Bowie feels?
The 1971 song, from David Bowie’s Hunky Dory (and featuring Mick Ronson on guitar), was the sexy, energetic centre of the 2008 film Milk and now underscores the trailer for Young Adult, starring Charlize Theron as a “psychotic prom-queen bitch,” trying to recapture her small-town glory days.
As with Milk, the song makes the trailer bounce. It isn’t just the quirky brilliance of the music, either.
It’s the singer, whose strange, scale-sliding voice starts the song by counting off, then launching his legendary Velvet Underground-inspired, yet wholly original, tribute to an everyday superstar, an imperious queen who is “known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames.”
Bowie, the epicene trickster, enticed us all with such slippery lyrics – lyrics that said “queen” and did not mean a regent, that referenced “twinks” and, à la Wilde’s Bosie, “a love I could not obey” – as well as an always-changing stage persona that reflected the sexual liberty of the 1970s.
That liberty was extended to all artists, Bowie’s influence too vast to name.
Consider just one instance: Nirvana covering The Man Who Sold the World on Unplugged in 1993. Bowie was hated by the homophobic punks who came before Kurt Cobain, so his cover surprised fans at the time. But it shouldn’t have: If Cobain was nothing else, he was a devout musicologist, who, incidentally, loved what was once referred to, by aghast commentators, as “gender bending” – Bowie’s claim to fame in mass culture.
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Singer-songwriters are musicians who write, compose and sing their own musical material including lyrics and melodies. As opposed to contemporary popular music singers who write their own songs, the term singer-songwriter describes a distinct form of artistry, closely associated with the folk-acoustic tradition. Singer-songwriters often provide the sole accompaniment to an entire composition or song, typically using a guitar or piano; both the compositions and the arrangements are written primarily as solo vehicles, with the material angled toward topical issues; sometimes political, sometimes introspective, sensitive, romantic, and confessional.
The concept of a singer-songwriter can actually be traced to ancient bardic culture, which has existed in various forms throughout the world. Poems would be performed as chant or song, sometimes accompanied by a harp or other similar instrument. After the invention of printing, songs would be written and performed by ballad sellers. Usually these would be versions of existing tunes and lyrics, which were constantly evolving. This developed into the singer-songwriting traditions of folk culture.
Traveling performers existed throughout Europe. Thus, the folklorist Anatole Le Braz gives a detailed account of one ballad singer, Yann Ar Minouz, who wrote and performed songs traveling through Brittany in the late nineteenth century and selling printed versions.
In large towns it was possible to make a living performing in public venues, and with the invention of phonographic recording, early singer-songwriters like Théodore Botrel and George M. Cohan became celebrities. Radio further added to their public recognition and appeal.
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We are a husband and wife songwriting team that writes songs in all genres. Heather writes the lyrics while I write the music as well as produce and perform it. We have many songs in the charts on many sites and are getting great reviews as well. Check it out and let us know what you think. Enjoy!
Over the mountains, and threw the haze of a misty cloud.
There is a person who stands alone and shouts out loud
do you need me now.
And in the city, and threw the sounds of a noisy crowd.
There is a person who stands alone and shouts out loud
do you need me now.
All I know is what I see,
and there is no one here with me,
and it shows everywhere I go
that’s all I know.
Sometimes in life, sometimes in life you find that special one.
And when the moon is in the sky and shining bright
tonight could be the night.
All I know is what I see,
and everybody’s here with me,
and it shows everywhere I go
that’s all I know.
Over the mountains, and threw the haze of a misty cloud.
There is a person who stands alone and shouts out loud
do you need me now.
(Source: ronnieandheather.bandcamp.com)
It’s neither small, it’s neither strong.
It’s the meaning of a song.
A window loose, brittle and true,
inside and out, smashing sky.
Chipped old wet paint, cerulean blue,
we stare up, art is not true.
One sable brush, songs are over sung,
a gift returned, photo’s hung.
Piped answers smoked in wood.
Somehow it seems understood.
Hallway between twelve inches of stone,
a hat, a lock, a warning call alone.
The distance between the glass and the thing.
A sight promised, unseen.
The lid holding the steam, boiling the sky,
vows not entered, signatures dry.
Above the prayer, abiding the wind,
the shaking of a brook, a plastic pool,
a kitten’s bite, feathered teeth,
a maid and a rose brush groomed inside from the start.
Above the prayer, abiding the wind,
the shaking of a brook, a plastic pool,
a kitten’s bite, feathered teeth,
a maid and a rose brush groomed inside from the start.
Piped answers smoked in wood.
Somehow it seems understood.
Hallway between twelve inches of stone,
a hat, a lock, a warning call alone.
A paper cut, a paper moon,
strung thin, radioed in.
A master’s tape, for seeing no fog,
a rum-aging shave, a filtered hide.
(Source: ronnieandheather.bandcamp.com)

Like minded songwriters and musicians from the North East of England who enjoy writing and recording their own songs.
James Bell - lead vocals,guitar,bass,keyboard,tambourine
Anthony Ramanauskas - guitar,vocals,bass,keyboards
Grant Smith - lead guitar,vocals,bass
Andrew David - Drums

Maybe we’re here, for a reason or not.
Nothing keyed, a breath taken
anchored to create, seat belts denied
rear view backseat driven ride
uncooked and cast, four strings plucked at last
medicine tokens, a bass guitar lick
money tucked in-the wallet of time
tuning proclaims know notes aloud
chess boards fell neatly pieces meet love
playing muttered muddy water songs
dances become plays, plays become dances
blues crowds faded, creeks begin croaking
despair dated, the fretboard floating
the neck bowed, straightened on rosewood
tuning proclaims know notes aloud
a world understood, stood understood
sweat pouring pouring-piano rained
tickled ivory keys looking arranged
a dive so deep, one polish kiss
pride changed the rules, the sun re-aligned
a swollen peace, flirting confined
c clef that says know notes aloud
blues crowds faded, creeks begin croaking
despair dated, the fretboard floating
the neck bowed, straightened on rosewood
tuning proclaims know note aloud
(Source: ronnieandheather.bandcamp.com)