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A Note On My Family

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I was going to write more about EMDR. I’m not going to. I’m going to talk about my Aunt Lottie. My Great-Aunt, my Grandpa’s sister. She’s a humor-point in a lot of my stories about my family.I wish I could share her voice – imagine the voice of an elderly, sweet, somewhat stereotypical New England Jewish lady. She’s a Jewish mother & Grandmother through and through. My mother and I would joke that if someone robbed her house she would ask them if they were hungry. Her first words upon seeing guests (or meeting anyone) would be seeing if they had eaten, and then she would ask how you were doing – or introduce herself. Whatever. That voice… When I was younger, she would call me and let me know who she was – even though I had caller ID, but even if I didn’t, that voice is UNMISTAKABLE!“Hello, David? This is your Aunt Lottie.”“Really? I thought it was Ed McMahon!” This is a short story from my youth that still makes me laugh. This was years ago – when Vanilla Ice made it big, and every white Jewish kid was sagging his Docker knock-offs & wearing their clip-on bowties slightly askew…I was with a couple of my cousins in one of the bedroom at Aunt Lottie & Uncle Paul’s house – we had a cassette of Mr. Ice playing, and right at the end we echoed his sentiment: “Word to your mother.” To our shock we heard that unmistakable voice from the doorway… “What word?” How great it that, am I right?!?! Aunt Lottie’s the kind of lady who – well into her 80’s and going blind from diabetes, she was still knitting, crocheting, and sewing blankets – and winning local competitions with it! Also, her pickled herring was somewhat world-famous in Central San Diego. My mom let me know that Aunt Lottie passed last night. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her since I left San Diego and moved back to Idyllwild. I miss that voice. That was a voice that will be in my memories for a long time (I hope). That was a voice that made me laugh, and that always held a piece of home for me. I remember being at all ages and stages of my life, sitting around that dining room table in Aunt Lottie’s kitchen, talking, eating, being annoyed with my family or laughing with them – sometimes both at the same time.I remember coming home to visit at 19, being with a good amount of my cousins and sitting at that table – having my mom tell me to show everyone my new (first) tattoo (a guitar with wings). Not something you usually brag about in a Jewish family, let me tell you… Haha. She never made you feel unwelcomed.And she was always happy to see you.And she pronounced burrito with a Y towards the beginning in such a way that I can’t even spell, but was adorable as hell.If I close my eyes and think about her, I can smell her walk into the room. There’s no morals here. I just wanted to share these stories.I’ll leave them here so I can find them again...

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The Word of The Day

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 There are some words and terms I hate. I’m not talking about the ones that are racist, sexist, or so offensive that we only refer to them by letter- like the F-Bomb, The C-Bomb or the often forgotten Parenthetical-Bomb. This time I am talking about one word in particular. One word that started out as a joke, but now… Now it is just something that really grinds my gears! That word is this: Bromance.   Yes, Bromance. I know what you’re thinking – But Hey, Mr. The Page, a Bromance is a good thing! It’s so awesome for men to be able to share that kind of platonic love!  .Sure it is. I mean that seriously. But let’s take a moment here to see why I have a problem with it. Urban Dictionary defines A Bromance as: “Bromance is the combination of two words, “brother” and ” It describes the unique male bonding found between “brothers from another mother”. This is between heterosexual males and no matter what is never seen as a gay relationship, though it may be joked about.” And Wikipedia defines it as:“A bromance is a close but non-sexual relationship between two or more men.It is an exceptionally tight affectional, homosocial male bonding relationship exceeding that of usual friendship, and is distinguished by a particularly high level of emotional intimacy. The emergence of the concept since the beginning of the 21st century has been seen as reflecting a change in societal perception and interest in the theme, with an increasing openness of western society in the twenty-first century to reconsider gender, sexuality, and exclusivity constraints.” Does that seem all fine and dandy to you?It sure as hell doesn’t to me. I have had a few good friendships in my life – I have gotten close to just a few male friends (Timm, I miss you! Pedro, my man. Sam, F Yeah! Hell, all the boyos in the band!But this wasn’t called a “Bromance.” They were my friends, my best friends. That’s all there was to it. But, now, everywhere I turn, I hear people calling these friendships a “bromance.” I had a friend come back into town, he came by the shop where I work to say hi and grab a cup of coffee. I came around from behind the counter to give him a hug and tell him it was good to see him. Someone I didn’t even know said, “wow, love the bromance atmosphere in here.” I wanted to glare at the random woman, but I was at work. I had a moment’s chat with my friend and resumed my duties. From what my research tells me, Men have been around for a while. At least 100 years, maybe more, I don’t know for sure, I wasn’t there and I’m making up the research to be flippant. My point is this – I am sure that men have had serious, close, intimate, non-sexual relationships for a long time. I think that they were usually called “friends.” I hear so many people, people of every gender & lifestyle, both using this term and talking about “enlightened males.” I hear people talking about “vulnerability” and “acceptance.” When two people – men, women, non-binary, gender fluid, and so on – when two people are close enough friends to be emotionally intimate, to share parts of their hearts and souls without it being sexual – don’t fucking mock it. I’m sure that most people don’t give it a thought, I’m...

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It’s Coming!!!

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It’s Coming!!!

 I have been doing a little bit of thinking and a whole lot of writing. Really. A lot of writing. I have thought about it and I think I am going to start a page on here just for my writing. So, I’m going to do just that! There will be fiction. Oh yes, there will be fiction. There will also be non-fiction stuff that I just feel belongs on the writing page and not on the blog section. Maybe even some sci-fi, poems, or semi-organized rants. Anyhow, be warned… It’s...

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Rules of Engagement For Songwriters by A Special Guest!

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Allow me to introduce a fellow musician, songwriter, writer, and creator. Mike O’Cull is one of the people that makes me jealous – I write one song, he has written a micro-poem, a blog post, an article, and had a pizza. Mike has been doing this for a long time, and he is always sharing what he learns openly. He is one of those cats that I like to talk to because he’s real with what he says and what he does. He doesn’t BS, he just puts it all out there. Mike is one of the people that I believe, come hell or highwater, he wil continue to work on his craft. Mike was nice enough to write this post just for my blog! AWESOME! THANKS MIKE! RULES OF ENGAGEMENT FOR NEW SONGWRITERS! By Mike O’Cull www.mikeocull.com A lot of us write songs and even more of us want to. From the outside, songwriting can seem like somewhat of a dark and mysterious art form. Songwriters create sounds and feelings from what often looks like thin air and this makes aspiring writers unsure of where or how to start. I’m not going to teach you how to write a song today but rather set you straight with some ideas about songwriting in the larger sense. The mechanics and craft of your style of writing are for you to develop. There’s no limit or boundary to the types of songs that can be written, so if Peruvian bluegrass metal is your thing, run with it. I’m here to show you how to not lose the mental game of songwriting. The last thing I want for anyone is to end up with a bunch of unfinished tunes and a bad attitude. In that spirit, here are my basic Rules of Engagement for new songwriters. These are still the core principles that guide me. Gain these and you will be unstoppable. Miss them and risk not connecting with your audience. We don’t want that, do we? Of course we don’t. Onward into the fray! 1 – BE RUTHLESSLY AUTHENTIC! The best thing to be is true to yourself. Write the music that turns you on. Never write anything because you feel you “should.” If you paint by numbers, so to speak, your audience will listen the same way. Work to develop your own creative voice. 2 – BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE CREATIVE! Creative people believe in their hearts that they are creative people. This is crucial and often overlooked. Remember, if you think you can or you can’t, you’re right. To become a songwriter, simply start writing some songs. Who cares if they stink? If you don’t believe in your own creativity, you’ll never write anything. 3 – AIM TO BE MEANINGFUL , NOT SOUND MEANINGFUL! This is a big one that is, again, often overlooked. Too many songwriters string words together that are what they think an audience wants to hear, hoping to get an instant response. Pandering, in other words. Superficial wordplay might work for a truck commercial but it won’t help build a lasting audience for your songs. Instead, write simple, deep, and true about what’s important to you and some folks out there will see themselves in your words. Greats from Johnny Cash to Chuck D to...

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EMDR & E M D R

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“EMDR (Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing) is a psychotherapy that enables people to heal from the symptoms and emotional distress that are the result of disturbing life experiences.”You can read all about it HEREI’m not going to educate you on EMDR – it’s not my place, and I’m not a certified therapist (yet).What I am going to talk about it my experience with EMDR – and how that became not just a way of healing for me (and many, many others), but how it inspired me to create the album titled (ready for a shock?) E M D R.Now, why was I going to EMDR to start? A lot of reasons. There have been traumas in my past, and there are problems in my present because of it. I am doing it to heal, to repair, to have a way to not feel all the shame/indignity/disgrace/humiliation/pain/torment that I felt. And, what was revealed to me later, I would be able to feel better than I had ever thought possible. So, I got myself a therapist. I call him Captain Therapy. After an initial meeting, discussing what my goals were, self-limiting beliefs, distress levels (usually 1-10), and traumas that I would like to face down – we got into it. He described it like a pendulum: “You’ll go a little into the red (the trauma), and then a little into the blue (the safety of the here & now). In my mind’s eye I saw him wearing a Victorian era suit and moving his pocket watch to-and-fro in front of my eyes, hypnotizing me. In reality he didn’t use a pocket watch – but he held his hand up, two fingers like a scout, and moved them back and forth and my eyes followed.Needless to say, it didn’t take much for a flood of tingling to go across my brain and – as I focused on a particularly painful memory – I was immersed into it. From somewhere between first and third person I was able to watch the memory unfold. It took several sessions for everything in the memory to reveal itself to me – the emotional memories that are contained in the mind and body can hide.Side Note: For some people, like me, the visual style doesn’t work as well as tactile. So, with Captain Therapy, we use hand buzzers. They go back and forth – left hand buzz, right hand buzz. I close my eyes, focus on the memory or feeling that I am going to be working on – and… GO! Now, while I’m in the thick of it a lot of things happen. I have different reactions. I see things, some are memories, some are my mind’s interpretation, and some are just my mind trying to figure out how to explain what happened to me when the memory first happened.The mind is always going to try and fill in the blank spaces – be them missing memories, emotions, or even explanations. A part of the EMDR process for me is questioning these things. And accepting certain things.              Something else that happens is physical reactions. I will be in the middle of a pass (one of the times when I am in the middle of the back-and-forth of the buzzers), and I will feel my nerves fire...

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EMDR, Charlottesville, Hate, what more can I say?…

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EMDR, Charlottesville, Hate, what more can I say?…

I have to be honest. I hate this. I was planning on taking this time to do a lengthy, honest, and kind of geeky post about EMDR therapy. I can’t write about that right now. Why? Is it because I’m having a food hang-over? No (even though I am). Is it because I’m currently binging on Netflix a show about tiny houses? No (even though I am). It’s because I can’t go 30 minutes without having at least one moment where the madness in Charlottesville and the shmuck in the Whitehouse come up. I could go on for a long time about what I believe. I could talk about how I am currently working on ridding the anger that I have lived with for so long, and how that is messing with my ideas of not hating anyone or anything – trying to be empathetic when I can… I can only empathize with people to a certain point. Hating and hurting is well beyond that for me. I’m The Page, not a saint. I am angry.I could tell stories about growing up as an Israeli born Jewish kid and the things that still get said to me (jokes from Southpark, people using the word “kike”, and so on).I could talk about my god-parents, and the fact that they are wonderful people who always made me a part of the family. Oh, and they’re African American – which caused some strange looks and other reactions when I would go out with my godfather. I could talk about my family. I could talk about my friends. I could talk about what I think we need for social justice.I could say “Hey – Mr. President! Mr. fuckin’ Cheeto In Charge! Can’t you just say that racism is bad? Can’t you just say that? Can you simply acknowledge that racism is terrible? That there is no True Race? No Master Race?Can’t you just say that racism is bad? Can’t you just say that? Can you simply acknowledge that racism is terrible? That there is no True Race? No Master Race?Can’t you just try, for a second, to pretend that you’re human like the rest of us and not a mutant lovechild of Auric Goldfinger, A Cheez Doodle, Humbert Humbert, and The Monopoly Guy? This was your chance to prove that you’re not a completely a racist, xenophobic, sexist, megalomaniacal, wishy-washy bloomin’ idiot. But no… You just had to be yourself…”I had My Lady assure me that she would fight if they came for me. She said she would hide me if she had to. I wanted to cry. I hate that she has to say that. I hate that I have to think to myself that I would fight for my family and friends because they are not white (or orange), not Christian, not straight – not whatever. I hate that I had to respond to My Lady with this – “I won’t hide. I’ll fight.” I don’t want to fight anyone. I don’t want to die in the streets fighting a war that THIS COUNTRY ALREADY FUCKING FOUGHT! I don’t want to have to fight for my family because people can’t see that the basic right to live should belong to EVERYONE! I have so much I want to say about this, but I can’t find the right words. I will say this: Don’t hate. Not for the reasons we saw people marching....

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Your Music Is Bad & You Should Feel Bad

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Everyone – musician, artist, accountant, whatever, – every human has been criticized. I’ve had people call my music shit. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it sucks. Yes, it has happened. And – yes, it will happen again. What do I do after? Sometimes, I wallow. I sit there and pity myself and question my passion, dedication to, and love of music. I hate the person who said it and I hate myself for believing them. One of several things brings me out of this place.I comfort myself by looking at music gear online or playing music. It’s silly, but it works.I look to my friend, my partner, my Lady for her support and feedback. She has a way of grounding me and bringing me back to my usual hopeful, daydreamer, full-of-wishes, stars-in-my-eyes, believe-and-it-will-happen self. (THANKS, LADY!!!)3.I Fight an internal battle where I defend myself and argue with a version of whomever said such vicious things that my mind makes up – and, win or lose, I give them the old bird and go about my way. Again, usually with some help from my Lady.   My point is this…IT DOESN’T MATTER IF SOMEONE SAYS THAT YOU ARE SHITTY AT WHAT YOU DO – IF YOU LOVE IT, KEEP DOING IT! Note: As long as it is morally okay, hopefully legal, and so on… Don’t hurt other people, don’t hurt yourself, don’t hurt animals… You get the point. Here’s the thing, the world is full of negative feelings, thoughts, and people. Sometimes those thoughts & feelings are inside us – and sometimes those people are the ones that are closest to us. Other times it is Joe Barfly who drunkenly shouted insults at your bands first show, or Jane Von Hoity-Toity who says your art isn’t art at all at your first gallery showing.When it’s inside your head, there are a number of ways to ground yourself – just look at some of these links. More can be found pretty easily. But, this one, this one, and this one are right here! If it’s someone else, then look to your strengths. Look to your passion to get you through it. Look to your friends, your Partner, your fans, your family, chances are that at least one of these people will say something to contest whatever insult was slung your way. Sure, it sounds codependent, but having someone who has your back is a beautiful thing. Don’t rely entirely on it, but use it to help your own inner strength. Don’t forget, you can also look inside – sure, you have that hateful voice in your head – but you have the voice that loves what you do and has faith in you somewhere in there too.I want to say, to my Lady, to my friends, to my family, to my three fans, to my Self –Thank you for your love and support. I won’t give up. I don’t want any of you to give up, not now, not...

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5 Ways To Get Over Stage Fright

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5 Ways To Get Over Stage Fright

I have a lot of people ask me how I can get up in front of a crowd and play music, tell stories, make jokes, perform. Everyone seems curious about how I don’t have stage fright. I read blogs like Sonic Bids who post about different things for us music folks to do – like THIS and THIS. While I think they have some good ideas, I thought I’d put together my own ideas. I hope they’re helpful. So, here’s my list of how to get over stage fright. Don’t. Even after years of performing with bands, and more than a year as a solo act – I still get nervous. I feel the anxiety coursing from my brain down to my nerves right now just thinking about being on stage. So, what do I do? I use it. Being on stage, I have two choices: I can either put on an authentic show and let my fear power me, or I can put on a mask (more of that later). Use the fear, use the anxiety, use the nerves. When I let go and just embrace it, I find I not only give a better performance – and one that is enjoyed more by the audience – but I also find it easier to find the groove for the night. Sooner than you’d believe, the fear is gone. Suck It Up. The truth of the matter is that most of the audience won’t really care if you’re nervous. They are there to see you perform, to hear some music, and to let go of their own worries and have fun. I tell myself this before almost every show, “Suck it up. You want to be a musician, you want to sell albums, you want this as a career? Then suck it up and go play the show. Or, go find a different passion.” And that is, in a way, the truth of the matter. Do I want to play music for a living? Yes. Do I want to constantly tour and play shows? Nope. I dream of the introvert musician life – but, until I can make that happen, I’ll do what I have to on a stage. The Mask & The Bluff. Everyone’s heard the term Fake It Til Ya Make It. Sure, that’s one idea. But, why not take it a little further? When I need an extra boost, I’ll emulate some of my heroes. I’ll go into Tom Waits mode and tell a story that rambles around while using a raspy voice. Or, I’ll play an instrumental or something that lets me go a little crazy on the guitar – I’ll pretend no one can see my face, like Buckethead. I encourage my fellow performers to find a mental place they can slip into as a mask, it can help. BE WARNED: Do not overdo it. Your audience is there to see YOU, not your impression of someone else (unless you’re in a tribute band). So, don’t get stuck in the mask. Deep Breaths and Vision. Okay, you’re up there on a stage, you’re playing your show, what are you forgetting? Breathe! Take some deep breaths. It’ll help to get rid of the anxiety (it aids in turning off the amygdale – The Fight or Flight response – read more about...

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Resume.

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David The PageStrange Musician, Marketeer of The Little Guy, & E’lir of The University. Experience & Credentials 1984 – Manifested in Flesh Form. 1994 – Began playing the guitar. 1996 – Formed first band, E Point O. 1997 – Forewent Bar Mitzva to instead begin studies at the College Heights Library in San Diego, and go to Pearl Jam Concert. 2000 – Began school at Idyllwild Arts Academy. 2002 – Graduated High School by the skin of his teeth. Was granted full scholarship to Cornish College of the Arts in Seattle. 2003 – Left College due to injury & irony. 2005 – Mistakenly claimed to have discovered El Dorado; turned out to be Phoenix, AZ. 2006 – Went on multi-state tour with new band for several months. 2007-2008 – Taught High School English & Literature. 2009 – Mistakenly claimed to have discovered The Lost City of Atlantis; turned out to be Phoenix, AZ again. 2009 – Returned to San Diego, began marketing for small independent businesses, artists, & musicians. 2011 – Mistakenly claimed to have found Themiscyra; turned out to be Idyllwild, CA. Immediately gained employment at INK Book gathering. Became The Humble Book Dude; became responsible for book reviews, inventory, and general peace-keeping.2011 – Met Rick Barker & forced him to teach me everything about Evolution, Obscure Music, & Naming. 2012 – Began playing music at Higher Grounds Coffee Shop with Pete Pedro Anderson every Saturday Night under the name Pedro & The Page. 2013 – Became a major part of Pedro & The Pages, playing with a full band at Higher Grounds, and all around making sure everyone (including us) had a good time. We succeeded. Huzzah. 2014 – Began giving Marketing advice to local businesses & artists. 2014 – Finally convinced Mr. Barker that I am almost human, and thus an ideal candidate for a student. 2014 – Mr. Barker’s book hit the shelves, and thus my life was improved. 2014 – Met My Lady. Nothing has been the same since – for the better. 2014 – Found The Lost City of Atlantis. Finally got one right. 2015ish – Went on to start a solo career as a musician. Also began running all marketing for Higher Grounds. 2016 – Released first album under David The Page. 2016 – High-Fived Rick Barker. 2017 – Found the real El Dorado. Everyone there thinks Taco Bell is amazing. I introduced them to Robert’s Jalapeno Sauce & became a God to them. 2018 – Accepted the Lifetime Achievement Award for my music. Presented to me by Tom Waits & Dave Grohl. I accepted via Skype, as there were too many people there for my liking. 2019 – Discovered a new continent: New Canada. 2020 – Was asked to go back in time & play for then-to-be President Gerald Ford’s twenty-first birthday. 2021 – Reassembled Pangea. 2022 – Broke apart Pangea; keeping Wales, Iceland & California attached. 2023 – Went back in time to 2016 to High-Five Rick...

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Fun With Music Marketing Don’t – as told by this crazy guy who is not yet a “Successful Musician”

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So, as I’ve said before, I do a lot of research on the things I love, feel passionate about, want to be successful at, need to know for work stuffs.I have read a lot of blogs and articles on how to be a successful musician, having a good website & blog, social media, you know – the whole shebang. I try and implement as much as I can ~ but with a twist. There are some things I disagree with. I am not going to go to other band’s shows and promote myself. I have had people to this to my old bands, and I’ve seen it at shows where I was in the audience. My general rule: if you’re not playing, don’t push yourself. Sure, there are exceptions! If you are playing that venue later that week, then promote some – BUT, ask THE BAND THAT IS PLAYING if maybe they’ll give you a shout-out! I have found it anywhere from tacky to downright offensive to see bands hanging out at shows (and usually disrupting them) by trying to get the crowd to come to their show or buy their EP. It’s even worse if you show up at someone else’s show and try and get the audience to leave the show they are at to come yours! Yes, I have had this happen while I was playing onstage.There are ways to handle this, but I’ll get to that some other time. Another I can’t say I’m all about… Tell Your Friends! Do I want people to share my music with their friends/family/bunkmates/crew/random people they meet on a Greyhound Bus? YES! TOTALLY! I will even ask that people share my music or posts every once in a while. The catch there – once in a while.  So much of what I have read tells us (musicians) to ask you (the listener/fans/strangers at the Greyhound Station) to Like/Comment/Share/Tag A Friend – SHARE! SHARE! SHARE! TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR MOM! TELL CHARLES DICKENS, BECAUSE HE WOULD DIG THE MUSIC!Right… I think if people want to share, then they’ll share. I hope some of the people who listen to my stuff find it worth sharing – or they have that one friend/family member/bus driver that they think of when they hear a certain song. And, if not… That’s just fine by me!  REALLY! I don’t want to pressure people into sharing my music, or make people feel guilty if they only listened but didn’t buy, or they only dropped one dollar in my tip jar when I play! I don’t want to be a pushy musician! Here’s one that I am trying to let folks know I don’t do… The E-Mail Sales Pitch. Like any musician, I have a growing e-mail list (have you signed up?). See what I did there? That’s about as far as I’ll take that. In so much of what I have read and researched there is a lot of “Sell Through Your E-mails!”I’ll pass. I use my e-mail list to let people know about upcoming shows, new songs that have either just come out or are about to come out, send fun pictures of my cats giving me funny looks, and – of course – book reviews! Do I ask if people have bought/listened to my album? Sure. I’m not that stupid. BUT, I don’t hound them with it! I...

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