It's time for another rail tour! It's time to make another music video together! HERE'S THE PRESS RELEASE!
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
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Monday, May 2, 2016
"Daaaamn, Daniella! Back at it again with the dance moves!"
I said it mostly because I figured spoofing the viral video quote would make a good story, but in hindsight, I'd rather have her number than the blogging rights...Oh well.
It was another Friday night, and there I was, my words betraying the mature tie around my neck. I didn't get her number. And man, I never even asked.
But, I got a great lesson out of the epic failure! Something that's unacceptable in my book is neglecting the things we have control over.
There's many things we don't. Industry trends, customer perception, stray bullets...Daniella could have been like "Haha...NO." But - we do have control over how we present ourselves, what kind of songs we write, how much we practice, and what words we speak.
So, I for one will make sure to ask Daniella if she'd like to get a Zoolander selfie if I ever see her again. The answer doesn't even matter. It's the question! Oh yeah, and I'll also work on writing the best songs I can. That too.
Posted by Josh Urban at 8:02 PM
Friday, April 29, 2016
Greetings from Woodbridge, Virginia, USA. The suburbia outside the restaurant window matches the obscurity this blog has been stuck in - but no more! I'm baaack, and ready to rock!
A quick thought. Music can transcend languages, speak to our innermost thoughts...and even make a whole room full of old people jump should on accidentally trigger a massive burst of feedback at the nursing home DJ show. Ooops. It's all good now, though. I danced with a lady to "Moonlight Serenade" and now things are right. So, wield that power carefully.
What will you play/create/build/speak today?
Posted by Josh Urban at 2:46 PM
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
It's Thanksgiving Eve, and the moon looms over the lower-average grocery store. I look across the street from my office window. It seems extra dark this year.
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Monday, November 16, 2015
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015
"Wanna dance again?" I asked the stunning blonde with the half-inked tattoo.
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Friday, September 11, 2015
"Happy Friday" doesn't cut it today.
It's been 14 years since the shadow arrived. The elderly, paranoid neighbor called that sunny morning. "You'd better turn on the TV, something's happening." We hauled it out of the closet on the TV cart, put away as it usually was in my unique upbringing. I saw the second plane hit. The elderly neighbor's paranoia couldn't stop this. This means war. I felt sick. That night I crept out into the back yard with the telescope. There were no planes in the suburban DC sky. Humanity was grounded once again, looking up, dizzy. Coinciding neatly with the destruction was the divorce of my parents, and September 11th seemed to mark the beginning of the Shadow.
Today I pad around my house quietly, pouring tea and working on tour ideas. The breeze carries the sound of crickets and a Chopin record spins on the turntable.
I think about the Shadow. About my friends, returned from a war that wasn't known before this day in 2001, their faces changed with the sacrifice that the Shadow demands. There was my buddy, a young kid who used to run lights at the punk club. I saw him the other week, barely recognizing him. He was all grown up, and home from the army. "I'm glad you didn't get shot or anything" I said.
"I did. Three times."
There's guitar students who don't remember a time when the twin towers stood, and other guys sitting in the chair in my studio who would rather not speak about their time overseas. "Let me know if you want help putting it in a song" I say.
I've only been on the fringes of the Shadow, never having to walk through a NYC street or valley in Afghanistan, both choked with a dust symbolically bound. I can feel it, though, and it's paralleled my coming of age and own struggles, while magnitudes lesser, still painful in their own way. It's not my intention to compare war and loss to personal tribulations, as I feel that not only disrespectful, but inaccurate.
I watch the trees sway and hear trucks rumbling on the highway. The small businessman who owns his trash truck stops at the curb as I write this. Life goes on. I've been reading Machiavelli's The Prince and planning The Kindness Exchange tour. It's an odd combination. On this anniversary, two thoughts strike me:
Actions are both ineffective and indelible. The attackers failed to break a people, and yet, that shadow is forever. One must remember this in one's own actions. What we do is ultimately futile, yet everything...everything leaves a mark. I had a dream last night that I was rude to a beggar, and then tossed him a penny in a power play. I told my mother with tears in my eyes "and he stooped for it - I know how he feels ." I chased after him, hoping to give him a dollar, having a change of heart. He ran away, thinking I would hurt him. He never came back.
The Shadow takes much from us, yet shows us more than any light. For those of us still here to gaze at the sunlight filtering through drying leaves 14 years later, I think it's worth pondering. We not only see how dark the night can get, but we live to see the day. The dawn may be cloudy, but it's there, and so are we.
How have we changed? What are we made up? What's important? What will we do with our time?
Posted by Josh Urban at 9:34 AM