This Saturday, January 16^th, we will perform at Fiddlers Dream.  Our 8 pm set will be followed by Brad Colerick, a very fine singer-songwriter who lives in Pasedena.  Besides an outstanding singer-songwriter, Brad is also a Music Supervisor/Producer for television commercials. 

Follow the link and listen to his music.  You will not want to miss this show.  Bring a friend or two.

Scott will perform a couple of songs solo at The Mayo Talent Show…

Work has begun in earnest on the new album.  I am thrilled to announce that Kyle Harris, PlayR Recording, will be producing the album.  More information on Kyle will be forthcoming, as I plan to spotlight him in a future newsletter/blog entry.  Suffice it to say, Kyle, Emily, and I are very excited about the project.

The tentative goal is to have the album ready in April 2010.

They like The 15th Floor and we like them  Besides playing our songs, they posted info about us and our album, From the Dining Room, on their site!  Yay, WRRW!   You can listen online.

Link to WRRW.

I’ve been to Nashville before, but representing The 15th Floor in Nashville during this festival (Sept 16-19) was like going to “good music Nirvana.” I proudly wore our motto, “Songs should make you feel something”, on my shirts and hat all that week; the songs did not disappoint.

Chip Taylor: I met Chip in Toronto in the 90’s when he was promoting “The Living Room Tapes.” (In Toronto, he performed for about an hour in a hotel room to about 5 or 6 people,

On that trip ten years ago, Emily’s main goal for the trip was to swim with the dolphins.  Her little brother, whose only illness that trip was a four-inch square severe sunburn where we had missed with the sunscreen, was able to go… and, gosh darnit, he wasn’t even all that excited about it.

How about dolphin (and whale) songs?—

Some stations only play us on certain programs, so find programs in the Americana, Folk, or occasionally even AAA genre.

Go to the next page to see the list, with links and find a station near you, or one you would like to “stream”…

When Emily was eight-years-old, we traveled to Colorado for a family reunion. (Incidentally, during that trip I finished the song, Listen to Me Breathe, which is on The 15th Floor’s album, From the Dining Room.) My father was undergoing chemotherapy for advanced colon cancer and this was his last hurrah. One of the highlights of the reunion was a river rafting trip.

Because of the chemo, my father was not feeling particularly well, but stoically managed to participate fully and enjoy himself—I am sure well entertained by our bumbling rafting expertise. Emily, by far the youngest to participate, was a bit afraid and on the drive to Fort Collins from Estes Park took a lot of convincing it would be fun and very safe. At the rafting company headquarters, all decked out in wet suits and ready to go, we congregated outside for the final set of instructions. →

In the photo, Emily and I are in the back, my father is front right.  In front of me on the left, my daughter, Amy, my niece, Keli. Behind my father, my niece, Carolyn, sister, Lee Ann.

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The speaker, one of the guides, started with these words: “When you fall out of the boat…”

Emily heard no more. Totally freaked, she headed toward the changing rooms, feeling tricked and betrayed.

Oddly, music (even The 15th Floor’s “From the Dining Room” album) cannot consistently soothe my road rage monster, but a good audio book can.

My drive to work isn’t long by most standards, 20 minutes, but through a part of Scottsdale and Phoenix rife with the type of drivers that can wreck my mood– and thus my day– in a hurry. Yes, I know, I shouldn’t take it personally, and I try… but by the fifth time the Camry pulls out in the fast lane forcing me to brake, then goes ONLY the speed limit, AND the Range Rover (or BMW) on my tail is so close I can see the driver’s shade of lipstick in my rearview… it’s a good thing my car isn’t equipped with missiles.

It has always been clear to me the only one harmed by my frustration and anger is me and the best way I have found to be almost completely oblivious to it is through audio books.