Monday, January 16, 2017

"Cinderella Style" and a bonus image!

Here's the flip side of the single, if you'd care to hear it, via IndyWeek.

With a bonus pair of photo of The Artist as a Seventeen-Year-Old Dork. From R. J. Reynolds 1974 annual. See me in the bottom pic? Please also note my identification in said picture. Already damaged goods...

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Don't Mention The War - The Video

I'm very excited to show you this wonderful video that Dan Andrews did for "Don't Mention The War" with help from Mike Allen. It's beautiful and really moving, I think. Hope you like it, and 1,000,000 thanks to Dan and Mike for making it happen.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

February 4, 2017 - Record release day!

Hi, Happy New Year, how've you been, sorry to have been so remiss yet again. Leaving Facebook one more time, so look for updates here, Twitter and Instagram until people learn to play nice again.

On February 4, 2017, my new 45 rpm 7" single will be released. I've posted the cover before, but here it is again, for all to see.

I'm really happy with how it all turned out, and I hope you like it too. 

You will be able to order the record (as well as Out of My Way CDs) from Big Cartel. (Right now, if you follow the link, you won't see a way to order the single, but you can mark your calendar for 2/4 and will be able to place the order then).

On February 3 and 4, I will be back in Atlanta, playing with Magnapop and Elf Power at 529. Tickets are available now.

In other news, I'm heading to 30A Songwriters Festival in FL at the end of this week.  Last year, I had a great time playing, listening and hanging out, and this year looks promising as well.

Thank you for your patience with me and this project. It's fairly obvious I've never put a record out on my own before, so the path has been bumpy while the payoff is quite worthy.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016


The exclamation 'Eureka!' is famously attributed to the ancient Greek scholar Archimedes. He reportedly proclaimed "Eureka! Eureka!" (i.e. twice) after he had stepped into a bath and noticed that the water level rose, whereupon he suddenly understood that the volume of water displaced must be equal to the volume of the part of his body he had submerged. -- Wikipedia

It would appear we have made significant progress. The third set of test pressings have been approved by my listening committee (basically, Brent who mastered the record, James and Mark who produced it with me, and two other friends with nice higher-end stereo units) and I've signed off on it with the pressing plant.

So that means...

Eight to ten more weeks of waiting for the product to arrive. I guess that means I'm heading back to 30A in January empty-handed again. At least when I announce "I have a record coming out," I won't feel like a bald-faced liar.

Stay tuned. As a taste, here's what the cover's going to look like.

Cheery, no?

Monday, October 17, 2016

W. Paroo, Pt. 2

"Yay! Any day now!"
So, months later, here I am by the window again, looking longingly at my empty street for any sign of the UPS driver who has on the truck my re-done test pressings for the new single. Winthrop Paroo resurfaces as a Beckett character, with additional (and I do mean additional) dialogue by Marcel Proust.

These are the new test pressings that have been made since the first set were corrupted by foreign matter that got into the stamper which rendered the vinyl unlistenable; my first thought was that it might sound as good if it had been sitting in a gravel driveway for two weeks before I played it.

"Yep, any day now."
Confidence is high that this will fix the issue and we can move along to getting the record manufactured. 

I think we can safely rule out having it in hand in time to sell for Christmas, as the turnaround time is about two months. But I don't think it'd be a particularly cheery gift to present to anyone anyway, considering the grim subject matter of the a-side. So I can live with a January release, even if it throws off the concept of 2016 being The Year That Broke Peter Holsapple by a year.

"Any day..."
Thank you, loyal patron of the arts, for hanging in there. All the pieces are ready for release--artwork, download card, publicist (I don't think he's ever worked public executions before, but this single will surely work to his advantage if he ever does press for a hanging), glum-but-effective video. World conquest is surely at hand. 

Now I just need to sign off on the test pressing and we can roll slowly forward. Your patience is estimable.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

My nice life

I am cooking dijon pork chops, asparagus and rice for my family's dinner tonight. My son is practicing his trombone in the living room; my daughter is doing her reading assignment on the couch in the den so she won't have to worry about doing it after gymnastics. My wife is still at work at the job she loves. Tonight, I have a rehearsal with the Well Respected Men.

I love my nice life, and I just wanted to share that with you.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Dennis Linde - Under the Eye

So you know how sometimes you get the feeling you're finally going to find the one thing you've been looking for forever on this very day? You've looked high and low, bypassing the obvious eBay route where it lies, overpriced and miles away. You've gone to every store at least twice, asking the snotty clerks who neither know who you're talking about nor care a fig. Months of this behavior can make one feel desperate or even a little crazy--does it still exist? Is it as good as I remember it being, or am I delusional? 

When you finally do run across that copy of Under the Eye, Dennis Linde's 1977 release on Monument Records, you stifle a little yip for fear that the hippie guy at the counter might hear you in time to add another number to the left of the price. Because the price is SO right, especially considering what the record goes for on eBay. 

Today was that day.

Dennis Linde, as you likely know, wrote "Burning Love," recorded by Elvis Presley, the King's last top-ten hit. He wrote "Christmas Eve Can Kill You" by the Everly Brothers. Dennis also wrote "Goodbye Earl" that was a Dixie Chicks standout cut. And he wrote and co-wrote dozens of other songs for country artists like Alan Jackson, Roger Miller, Arthur Alexander and Billy Swan, none of whom had any problems writing great songs of their own.

Under the Eye was an album that came into my life courtesy of the cut-out bin at the Musical Maze record store in Manhattan. With its bizarre cover featuring an outsized old-style fuse hurtling toward Earth, the album didn't exactly cry out as a natural listen. But the first song on side one was "Down to the Station." Linde's version of his B.W. Stevenson hit. Just didn't sound like anything I'd heard before, not even B.W.'s take; it was full of little tweaky sounds, tiny funky guitars, cheesy synth bass, loads of backing vocals. All of these things made me sit up and listen. And I loved it. I played that song over and over again, absorbing the minutiae. 

The rest of the album was as adventurous and dizzying: "There Goes My Heart Again" had a celebratory, nearly bombastic chorus; "The Good Ship Rock and Roll" was an anthem in search of a larger audience; his take on "Ghost Riders in the Sky" was nothing short of insane.

As with so many of the records I collected over the eons, Under the Eye and a couple of the other Linde solo albums I'd collected disappeared. Probably either in a big purge before a move or possibly as a Katrina aftereffect, all I know is it was gone. Then the turntable was no longer a part of my stereo systems, and no Linde records ever made the leap to digital, unfortunately. (When I become king of the world, I will make sure that some sort of anthology by Dennis Linde will become available as one of my first beneficent acts.)

I've spent the last couple of years waiting for this day, and I'm happy to report that Under the Eye is still the breathtakingly weird and wonderful experience I remember it being. Linde died almost ten years ago, but his music retains the maverick goodness that made it so fine in the first place.