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Author: Jenny

  • Scott Bradlee’s looking for talented singers…

    Scott Bradlee’s looking for talented singers…

    Like to sing? Want to be part of the Postmodern Jukebox? Scott Bradlee’s looking for talented singers!

    I’ve been sitting here all alone in Germany this week because my husband has gone off on a business trip. Because the Internet is my life, most of my friends are of the online variety. They know I’m lonely and bored, so they do what they can to cheer me up. One of my friends introduced me to Scott Bradlee’s music last night when she posted this link to my timeline. Apparently, Scott Bradlee of Postmodern Jukebox is looking for new singers and is running a contest to find them.

    Although I like to think I have my finger on the pulse of popular music (HA!), the truth is, until last night I had never heard of Scott Bradlee or his Postmodern Jukebox. A quick look at Wikipedia tells me Scott Bradlee is a YouTube star who plays piano, composes and arranges music, and remakes classic pop songs.

    Now, I happen to enjoy singing and I’m fairly good at it. This contest that Scott Bradlee is running, though, may not be my cup of tea. Why? Because he wants video and I hate the way I look on camera. He also wants people to “dress for the part”, which is not so easy for me to do. Still, I listened to the available songs and am a bit intrigued. Are you ready for a Ragtime version of “Sweet Child O’ Mine”?


    The artist in me wants to try this…

    How about a souped up version of “All About That Bass”?


    I have to admit, I don’t know much about the original version of this song… but I like this remake.

    Or maybe a new version of Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off”?


    I have to admit, these videos are fun to watch…

    This uptempo Jackie Wilson styled version of “My Heart Will Go On” is a hell of a lot more interesting than the original.


    What fun!

    I’m flattered that several of my friends think I could rock this contest. I might download the album for shits and giggles and play with some of the songs. I don’t know if I’ll get around to entering, but I’m posting this in case any readers are up to the challenge. Interested in the instructions? Here they are.

    Dear Singers of the Internet,

    Here’s your chance to become part of the Postmodern Jukebox universe…

    “So You Think You Can Sing?” is the first official collection of PMJ instrumental tracks, but it’s more than that. I know that there are TONS of amazing vocalists and future PMJ stars all over the world, and I want to find them. So, from now until the end of September, I’ll be searching the #PMJsearch hashtag for one talented singer to make their Postmodern Jukebox video debut. Here’s how to take part:

    1) Pick a song from “So You Think You Can Sing?” (available on iTunes now, and coming to Google Play & Amazon) and record a video of yourself singing. Be sure to dress the part.
    2) Post the full video to your Facebook page using the hashtag #PMJsearch, and tag @postmodernjukebox. Not on Facebook? Then just post it to YouTube and send us the link.
    3) That’s it! I just included a third step because it looked better.

    “So, You Think You Can Sing?” This could be your Golden Ticket.

    Click the Facebook link to be taken to the post where this appears. Right now, the karaoke versions of the available songs are only available on iTunes, but Scott Bradlee says he will soon make them available elsewhere. Good luck!

  • Willie Nelson’s life story… a review

    Willie Nelson’s life story… a review

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    Just finished reading Willie Nelson’s It’s A Long Story: My Life…

    I have always admired Willie Nelson for so many reasons. At age 82, he’s the author of many wonderful, iconic, unforgettable songs. He’s a great musician with a charitable spirit and eclectic tastes. And he has that quirky, expressive, unmistakable singing voice that manages to transcend so many genres. Aside from being the legendary musician he is, Willie Nelson is also an actor, an author, an activist, and the father to seven grown children. He manages to do all of this while enjoying copious amounts of marijuana.

    I didn’t always realize how awesome Willie Nelson is. I grew up in the 70s and 80s, when Willie was pretty popular. He was a country star, though, and back then it wasn’t cool to enjoy country music. I still admit to secretly loving “On The Road Again”, “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys”, and “My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys”. I was a horse crazy kid and a fan of the 1979 film The Electric Horseman, which starred Robert Redford and Jane Fonda, as well as Willie and a beautiful bay stallion dubbed Rising Star in the film. But that was pretty much the extent of my knowledge of Willie, aside from hearing “Always On My Mind” on the radio all the time.

    Now that I’m older and a bit of a musician myself, I really appreciate Willie Nelson for so many reasons. That’s why I decided to read his recently published memoirs, It’s A Long Story: My Life (2015). This is not the first book about Willie Nelson’s life, but it is the most recently written. Nelson composed it with ghost writer, David Ritz. I just finished reading last night and am left feeling a bit awestruck at Willie’s life and all he’s managed to do with it, despite being an “outlaw” of sorts.

    Willie Nelson grew up in Abbott, Texas, which is a small town in Central Texas. He and his sister, Bobbie, were raised by their paternal grandparents. Their parents, Ira and Myrle Marie Nelson did not stay together and had personal problems that precluded their ability to raise their children together. Willie’s grandparents were more stable people who had a love of God. They encouraged Willie and Bobbie, both of whom were musically talented. I don’t know much about Bobbie Nelson, but Willie claims that she’s the “real” musician in their family and has some serious piano chops.

    At age ten, Willie Nelson joined his first band, having written his first song when he was just seven. Although he tried to be a regular guy doing regular work, including a brief stint at Baylor University and in the Air Force, he was never able to stay employed for long. The one thing he could do besides music was sell things, but his heart wasn’t into selling vacuum cleaners or encyclopedias. He was born to be a musician and by sheer force of will, he made it happen.

    It’s A Long Story is mostly about how Willie Nelson ended up where he is, a man as famed for his rough looks and 4th of July picnics as he is for writing beautiful songs like “Crazy” and “Hello Walls”. He explains how the music business was back in the 1950s and laments that in some ways, it hasn’t really changed that much. Artists and writers still have trouble getting paid for their work after corporations take their cut. Royalties aren’t what they used to be, either.


    Willie Nelson plays at Farm Aid in 1986, a cause very near and dear to his heart.

    Nelson writes about the women he’s shared his life with, including the four who married him. I got the sense that none of his splits were nasty. He still has contact with the six surviving kids he had with the women in his life. He’s always kind of comes across as a very loving, proud, and devoted father, while still admitting that his lifestyle made it hard for him to be the best dad he could be.

    The writing style in this book is very conversational and reads just like I would expect Willie Nelson to talk if we were sitting across from each other. I imagine that if I did hang out with Willie, I might end up with a contact high. He really loves his weed and makes it clear to readers why he thinks it should be legalized. For the record, I agree with him. Marijuana is a much less destructive substance that alcohol or tobacco. Willie writes about some brushes he’s had with the law over marijuana, as well as his infamous tax problems with the IRS back in the early 1990s. Nelson had very serious financial problems, but came up with a brilliant way to solve them.


    Willie Nelson’s “Who’ll Buy My Memories”, from the IRS Tapes, an album he released to help pay his tax bill. I still remember the TV ads for this. This particular song shows off Nelson’s vocals and the beautifully unique way he plays guitar.

    It was such a pleasure to read Willie Nelson’s life story. I found it inspiring and interesting and at the end, I was marveling at how much of a national treasure a kid from small town Abbott, Texas turned out to be. He comes across as very normal, down to earth, and funny, except for the fact that he has music in his blood. There are always melodies and lyrics flooding his conscience. He is compelled to be a musician, but he’s good enough to share his experiences with the world.

    Willie Nelson is a very plain spoken guy who uses raw language at times. Personally, I liked that about his book. It made it seem very authentic and real. I completely overlooked the fact that a ghost writer was involved with the writing of this book; it really felt like Willie’s voice telling Willie’s story. When I was finished reading, I felt sad for not having made it to any of his shows thus far. Since he’s 82, I need to get on the stick.

    Whew… writing this review makes me want to listen to Willie’s music and maybe make some of my own. What an awesome read It’s A Long Story is! I highly recommend it.

  • Mother…

    Mother…

    My mother just spent several days with me…

    It’s been awhile since my last post here on Pop Rock Nation. I have been somewhat busy dealing with July. I think July may be my least favorite month of the year. It seems like that’s when I have to deal with the most grief. Last year, I lost my dad in July. In 2007, I lost my grandmother in July. And I’ve had several beloved dogs get terminal diagnoses in July. So I had been waiting with trepidation for July 2015, which I knew would also be the month I’d see my mother again.

    Most of the time, I actually get along pretty well with my mother. As family members go, she’s pretty low impact. She doesn’t mind entertaining herself and will be content taking naps or reading books. We still took her around to show her the local sights. We took her out to a few restaurants. In one place we visited, a German lady actually chastised my husband for not forcing my mom to sit outside in the biergarten, where it was supposedly cooler. And while we were cruising around Baden Wurttemberg, checking things out, we listened to a lot of music.


    No, my mom isn’t like Andy Summers’ mother in “Mother”. I do sometimes think of her when I hear this, though.

    My mom is a lot more tolerant when it comes to musical choices than my dad was. Dad would listen to horrible elevator music and try to sing along, while all the while I was strapped into the backseat wishing I was anywhere else. But Mom tolerates a broad range of tunes, everything from Queen to David Lanz. Some things she likes better than others. Sometimes she’d ask what we were listening to. Other times, I’d hear her hum, which she rarely does because she thinks she can’t sing. Actually, my mom can sing, she just chooses not to. I think of it as sort of the same attitude she has about getting an ATM card or learning how to use the Internet. She can do those things, but figures at this point in her life, why bother?


    My mom probably wouldn’t appreciate Mr. T’s take on mothers. But allow me to take this time to remind you to be somebody, or be somebody’s fool.

    I am ever grateful that my mother was never insistent that I follow in her footsteps and have a bunch of kids. I always wanted them, but things didn’t work out that way for me. Mom was fine with it.


    Yes, this is a Mormon song for kids, but it kinda fits here. I failed to grow up and become a mother. Actually, I’m glad my life doesn’t revolve around cookies and milk.

    I may have related more to Jermaine Jackson’s rather maudlin sentiments about about his mother. “Oh Mother” was on his 1984 album Dynamite, which I owned on vinyl.


    Awww… he loves his mother. I used to love this song, but as I’ve gotten older, it seems a bit overwrought.

    And then there’s Kate Bush’s haunting “Mother Stands for Comfort”, which was not really true in my case. My mom is a great lady, but she’s not very warm and fuzzy. I like the song anyway, cuz Kate Bush is awesome.


    My mother is not all that comforting… but she can be fun when she’s in a good mood.

    We sent my mom back to the States yesterday. Her trip involved stops in Munich, Reykjavik, Dulles, and finally RDU, where my sister planned to pick her up and take her to Chapel Hill for a short visit before Mom goes home to Virginia. I’m proud to say our visit was relatively drama free. This July has not sucked as much as last year’s July. In eight days, August will be upon us and I can go back to dreading July.