So have gone back over the Christmas album I’ve been recording and decided to make sure I’ve gotten all the loose ends tied up even though it’s at the studio being mixed. I found a solo I had forgotten to record. To top it off, I still have Benny Carey coming tomorrow to record a couple of other last minute solos. But at least several songs are already through round one of mixing. Woo Hoo.
As I’m thinking about the title of this song I can’t help but wonder why people probably instantly associate an American Son is gonna be a white boy from the south. I mean really if you’re born here and you’re male, doesn’t that make you an American Son? Sometimes you have to wonder about people though. Take for instance yesterday. I was dropping off the last of the backing vocals to Chris the mixing engineer. I’m stopped outside his apartment in Hollywood for a few minutes and chatting with him. Next thing we know, we’re being accosted by a Parking Enforcement Officer – A Meter Maid if you will.
He comes down the street, gets out of his car, ignores the man who just parked illegally at the curb and decides to come and harrass Chris and I. He starts to take out his ticket book and eye my license plate. Mind you I’m not blocking traffic. I’m talking to Chris and I’ve got my hazzards on. As soon as he begins to start writing, I decide it’s time to leave before he can actually give me a ticket for being in the road. As I leave, he starts getting huffy with Chris telling him he needs to get a job, and that he’s not someone to be messed with. What the Fuck?!? Obviously a man with a huge chip on his shoulder.
I mean c’mon, I’m not parked. I’m not doing anything illegal. And I’m chatting with Chris. So you ignore the man who is clearly on the sidewalk who just parked his mini-van illegally, just to harrass two white guys. Hmmm… I can’t imagine what side of the bed you’d have to get up on in order to be that pissed off about your job that you’d attempt to write a citation for something that isn’t being done and then ignore the offender. Then harrass someone who is standing at a car talking. Chris got his vehicle number and the phone number. We both decided it was reasonable to file a complaint.
That was the highlight of my day. Other than reading some scripts for fake commercials, as I have a meeting with an Agent on Wednesday. Keep the fingers crossed that this mentored practice helps land the agent.
As for the Bihlman Brothers, I dig the pure rockin’ blues of the song. Like my question that i already posed. I’m still working on the lyrics – I haven’t given them as much brain juice as I was clearly enamored with the energy of the music. But I do know that it’s about an American Son. With that out there, I challenge someone from another country to comment here and explain the lyrics. I definitely want an outside opinion. Which means, I’d like you to buy the song because of the cool guitar playing. Then give it all the listens you need to figure it out and write me back here. Cool? Good!