Pozible Campaign Launched!

Dear Friends,

It is now late spring, and cool, misty weather is still with us here on the Far South Coast of New South Wales. It has been one of the wettest run-ups to summer on record. Just as well, for the meteorologists tell us that a hot, dry El Nino is just around the corner for this part of the world.

For all of my family and friends in California, my wish is that the El Nino that is due to descend upon you this winter will come in its wettest form, replenishing your reservoirs and greening up your mountains and fields!

As I write, our campaign to fund the final production stages of my second studio album is entering its second week. I want to extend sincere thanks once again to all those who have jumped in early and pushed our funding goal up past the 10% mark, and climbing! I can’t wait to get this new work into your hands. It’s shaping up to be a gem, right down to the artwork!

In other news, I’ve recently been awarded a First Timer’s Scholarship to attend the Folk Alliance International Conference and Showcase in Kansas City this coming February. Yes, like the old tune goes,

I might take a train

I might take a plane

But if I have to walk

I’m gonna get there just the same

I’m going to Kansas City,

Kansas City here I come

( “Kansas City”, Leiber & Stoller, 1952)

Once I'm there, it'll be five days of hanging out with variegated group of singers, songwriters and musicians as we all showcase our work to the organisers, promoters and venue managers who will also be in Kansas City en masse just to listen and take notes. And - hopefully - I’ll return to Australia having networked my way into some of those touring routes that run across North America and Canada.

This entire collage: my production team and I working on our own (and on a very small budget) to get my new recording out into the world; the group of artists and industry people who will convene in Kansas City early next year; my putting out the word to all of you, in whatever form I can, and the welcome help and support I receive in return: all this is the form and the face of independent music in these times. Our times.

Amid the rush of technology that surrounds us, it represents something old-fashioned: a kind of counter-movement to the dominant trends. Because today, for independent music to have a chance and to maintain a place on the airwaves of our world, a more personal relationship between performer and listener, between artist and audience, is vital. We need to know about each other; we need to have a clear sense of what each other stands for; we need to understand the directions in which our hopes, dreams and aspirations are propelling us. Independent music cannot survive in separation and isolation. It will only live on through connection.

So, in closing: for those of you who have connected in the form of helping my campaign toward its goal,  thank you again!  I look forward to seeing many of you and to thanking you in person over the coming months. And (of course) to making you acquainted with my new songs.

And for those of you for whom this is a first-time message, or for those of you for whom other messages have whizzed past, either under or above that personal radar: please pause when you are able to, tap on the link below, and see if what you discover there inspires you. Inspires you to connect, and through connecting to become a part of this co-creation that we call independent music.

www.pozible.com/michaelmenager2

Thanks and all best wishes to you,

Michael

Bob...

TO MY FRIEND BOB
Thanks and thanks again to you, Bob Gardner!
You and I have always been brother spirits - now more than ever.
My gratitude goes out to you for all those wonderful late nights/early mornings around the San Francisco Bay at places like the Hotel Utah Saloon and Bobby G's; for your chauffeuring and logistics and unfailing enthusiasm; for the restful berth aboard your flagship the "Plumb Crazy" at Embarcadero Cove; for all your jokes and laughter and yes, even occasional grumpiness.
50 years, my friend! And we're still doing what we always did.
How could we be any luckier?
Love to you from
Michael

California Update

Dear Friend,

One of the delights of my sojourn in California-land has been re-connecting with family and friends in the context of music. Here I'm pictured with my niece, Carlee Rasmussen, on stage just after my recent gig at the B Street Bistro in Hayward, California.  Carlee has chosen to work within the California State Education System as an advocate for kids with behavioural issues. She is a vital, passionate committed human being and I am a very proud uncle! 

My producer and multi-instrumentalist Mr Heath Cullen is back in Australia doing final mixes for the 10 tracks we recorded last month at Heritage Recording Company in Burbank. I’m pleased to announce that my new album, Not The Express, will be pressed and ready to go by early October 2015. Not The Express will carry forward the ethos of my debut album, Clean Exit, but with an expanded palette of musical colours and powered by the stellar rhythm section of Matt Nightingale (Hoddle, Black Mountain String Band, Heath Cullen) on double bass and Jim Keltner (The Travelling Wilburys, Lucinda Williams, Crosby Stills & Nash) on percussion. 

So - in short - I’m looking homeward toward Australia, anticipating new musical adventures following my return in late July, but with a heart filled with gratitude to my family and to friends both old and new who have so enriched my time here in this place I once called home.

All best wishes to you,

Michael

 

 

14.IV.2015

14.IV.2015

Groundlessness! What an unattractive proposition. I resist the notion, heart and soul, even as I see the truth in it. Give me some kind of insurance policy, please! Some guarantee that where I’m standing today (or where I stood yesterday) will be where I’m standing tomorrow. But I have never heard of anyone selling a policy like that.

Some lyrics from one of my latest songs:

The stuff I had to offer

Was goin’ out the door in buckets

They were clapping, they were cheering,

Seemed like finally I had struck it

They were lined up in the streets

And every card that I was playin’

Was an ace

But then a trap door opened

And I was tumblin’

Toward an unfamiliar place.

 

Chogyam Trungpa offers this perspective:

The bad news is, you’re hurtling through space and your parachute won’t open.

The good news is that there is no ground.

Could it be that we might come to enjoy this kind of ride? Since the possibility exists that this is the sort of ride we’re taking, without being aware of it?

Like I said, an unattractive proposition.

Maybe.

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you. 

Charles Bukowski