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TuneCarver: Fine Line Between Ripe and Rotten
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Observations on songwriters, artists, and the evolution of the music business. Friday, December 4, 2009. Fine Line Between Ripe and Rotten. I bit into a banana this morning and realized it was still a bit green. Not bad, really, but not very sweet. It wasn’t quite done ripening. It got me to thinking. When does ripening cross over to rotting? Isn’t it interesting that the same process that does the ripening, without the harvest (or consumption), will eventually turn the fruit into mush. Posted by Tim Whe...
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TuneCarver: November 2008
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Observations on songwriters, artists, and the evolution of the music business. Friday, November 7, 2008. This might be the reason buy one. New to the iPhone is Fourtrack, a multitrack recorder of the iPhone. At $10 its a pretty good deal. It creates multiple mono 44.1k audio files and has a slick wireless app to sync each of the audio tracks to the desktop, where they can be used in standard DAW applications. This is a slick easy way for songwriters and musicians to easily capture ideas.
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TuneCarver: Took It For Granted
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Observations on songwriters, artists, and the evolution of the music business. Thursday, November 5, 2009. Took It For Granted. I’ve been waking up multiple times during the night. (and its not because I drank too much water before bed). I forgot the idea by the time I woke up again. Try as I might, I’m still lamenting the loss of that idea. Moleskin is back in place. Recorder is at the ready. Its been awhile since the thoughts bubbled. Now they boil at times. Posted by Tim Wheeler. Took It For Granted.
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TuneCarver: July 2008
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Observations on songwriters, artists, and the evolution of the music business. Sunday, July 27, 2008. Do You Write or Perform Songs? If you’re a songwriter, or if your an artist who is looking for great songs to sing, check out Songnation.com. SongNation™ is dedicated to the promotion of Songs and Songwriters. Posted by Tim Wheeler. Links to this post. Monday, July 7, 2008. So Whats A Songwriter To Do? Bands aren’t discovered anymore. They have to build an audience, and then they can bargain fo...Who the...
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TuneCarver: Performance Royalty Act Still In Jeopardy
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Observations on songwriters, artists, and the evolution of the music business. Sunday, March 14, 2010. Performance Royalty Act Still In Jeopardy. Dion Warwick appeared on capital hill on Tuesday to urge legislators to support the Performance Royalty Act. "I'm sure you all thought that I walked on by with my little check in hand," Warwick said in a reference to her popular tune "Walk on By." "I wish I had, but all I did was walk on by." http:/ abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/wireStory? Posted by Tim Wheeler.
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ninetymilewind: December 2008
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008. Looking Back, Looking Forward. It's time once again to take stock of my year and set goals for a new one. I'm exhausted just typing that sentence. Many of you probably do the same thing on New Year's Eve. We torture ourselves needlessly and try to put a smiley face on our accomplishments the way Mrs. Walker did in second grade. A migrant orange picker gets a raise. A guitar picker gets permission to park near the dumpster. Friday, December 12, 2008. I always wanted to be a m...
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ninetymilewind: Cold Eye, Warm Heart
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Thursday, September 3, 2009. Cold Eye, Warm Heart. A procession of ants invaded our kitchen not long ago. We sprayed, we cleaned, and the ants retreated. They were back a few days later following a slightly different path. It has been a month now and we've conceded that maybe these ants are smarter than we are. Their intelligence is collective, of course, but does it matter? The truth is I’ve had no real. The world was like a distant storm. I could feel it on the breeze. Just a whisper in the trees.
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ninetymilewind: April 2009
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Saturday, April 11, 2009. Song, Come Free Me. Music is sustenance, oxygen, bread, water, faith and nurture. We all know how it feels to starve on the fat of some success or to thirst in the fountain of a few good times. Success and good times do not satisfy the soul’s craving for music. I’ve prayed for a little music, but never for success or good times. When the music is gone, as it often is for a season of fruitlessness, I turn to stone inside. It again, and I’m resurrected. This week was like that.
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ninetymilewind: May 2009
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Monday, May 4, 2009. It's All (Almost) In A Name. I think a song title should catch my eye and stir up some curiosity. That's what the artwork on the LP/CD was all about, too. Except for some of the Indy stuff, lately CD artwork consists mostly of airbrushed photos of the stars. Who cares? I figure if the artist can pull that one off I might like what they do with an ordinary title, too. If I write a 500 page book called "Headache", will you want to read it? Pretty boring these days whether they sound.
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ninetymilewind: Painted Pony
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009. It was the icebox winter of 1972. The Pennsylvania hills were covered in blue glaze that locked the land in a glassy silence. Coming up the last hill the car's tires whirred on the frozen patches, fishtailing through the black woods until the lights of an old farmhouse broke through bare branches. I met me a Bearcat Woman, high on a mountain side". Sassafras on the wind. Fog in the morning where the river begins”. We climbed to the upper level, opened the bay doors, and sat ...
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