I frequently receive inquiries from Fat Head viewers asking where they can buy the music from the film. I have to tell them that Tom Monahan (the Fat Head composer) and I are working on an album that would include the Fat Head songs and several more. And we were working on that album, but then we both got tied up with other projects. I moved to the farm and took on full-time programming work, I’ve had speeches and roasts to write and perform, Tom went back to school to finish his degree, etc.
We are committing ourselves to getting that album finished in 2013. Really and truly. Cross my heart and hope to die.
But in the meantime, I decided to dust off some songs I recorded with my first band way back in … should I even admit how long ago? Okay, sure, why not. We recorded four of the songs in a studio when I was in college, and another in my apartment when I was in my late 20s. That was after four-track recorders reached the consumer market.
Anyway, I had Chareva design an album cover and then went through TuneCore to upload the album to iTunes, Amazon, Rhapsody, etc. I hope you’ll check it out and, if you like the songs, give them a nice rating and help spread the word through social media.
As you know, I don’t take advertising on the blog (and believe me, I’ve had offers) because I don’t want to push products I don’t personally use. I prefer to sell what I produce … DVDs, t-shirts, and now a five-song album of songs I wrote.
Here are the iTunes links for some countries where I know we have readers:
Here’s a link for Amazon’s MP3 store:
The sample online clip iTunes chose for “Prelude / Somewhere Down the Line” is from “Prelude,” which is all music. “Somewhere Down the Line,” the second half of the same track, is a song with lyrics. They started off as separate songs, but as we were working on them we realized the key was the same and the feel was similar, so when we went into the studio we recorded them as a single track.
The two guys on the album cover with me (I’m on the left, in case you don’t recognize me with hair) aren’t just my old band-mates; they’re my best friends. Bob (lead guitarist, on the right) and I have known each other since sixth grade. He moved to Franklin after finishing law school, which is the only reason I even knew there was such a place as Franklin, Tennessee. Mike (keyboards, center) and I were roommates my senior year in college. Some of my fondest memories are of the nights I spent playing in a band with those guys.
My daughters insist I tell them stories about my life before bed. Here’s one about my old band they like:
We had a weekend gig lined up to play in a restaurant/nightclub in our hometown of Springfield, Illinois during Christmas vacation. So when we all got home from college, we immediately began rehearsing. (We always rehearsed in my parents’ basement – bless them for putting up with the noise.) The first day of the gig, it began snowing – hard. The club manager called and told me he was canceling because he didn’t want to pay us to perform for an empty house.
I told him we had a large and loyal following in town, most of them were home for Christmas and would want to go out on the weekend, and they weren’t afraid to drive in the snow. They wouldn’t be happy if they showed up and we weren’t playing. He refused to be convinced, so I finally said, “Look, we’re going to show up and play. If you don’t think the crowd is big enough to justify paying us, fine, don’t pay us. But we’re going to play either way.” He took that deal.
By the time we were 15 minutes into our first set, the nightclub had run out of seats. From the stage, we saw the manager who’d wanted to cancel dragging in extra chairs from the restaurant, which was indeed mostly empty. The second night was just as packed. The manager paid us.
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