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Thank you to Danielle Tucker for inviting me to come on her Pandemic-Proof Singer Series livestream show on Facebook. I'm always inspired by folks who are finding ways to keep creative communities together during pandemic times, and Danielle is a great example of that. In this episode, I talk about songwriting, Lady Brain Collective, We All We Got SD, and more. Catch the replay below and don't forget to follow Danielle's vocal coaching page to watch even more episodes from so many talented singers.
Video Description: Thumbnail is a press photo of Lindsay White, photo credit Sydney Prather. Video is a split screen zoom session, on the left is Danielle Tucker (wearing denim top seated in front of a mirror, plant, and beige and white tapestry), on the right is Lindsay White (wearing black top, seated in front of a colorful mountain tapestry that has hats hanging on top of it).
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Thanks to the Rye Room Sessions in Portland, OR for having us back last summer. Here's the second tune from that session, called "Some Man, Some God, Some War." (Featuring the awesome Jules Stewart on drums!) Along with my raging feminism, this song was inspired by a book called The Sandcastle Girls by Chris Bohjalian, which gives a fictional account of the Armenian genocide. Sadly, the themes still resonate in our modern society. I'm looking forward to the day when we actually learn from our mistakes, but until then, at least there's music to process.  Thanks to my friend Jim for inviting me to be a part of his series, the Kinship Cafe. We had a great chat about all kinds of topics I find fascinating, plus I played a few tunes. Watch the full show below, and don't forget to check out the show's Patreon page if you'd like to support his series further! Thanks to Olivia from Sexy Pillows Podcast for inviting me to be a guest on her show! She stumbled upon me and my song "Turn into the Wind" while she was doing an episode about The Wind, and she asked me to come on and talk about how the song was inspired by The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Take a listen here! 
Not one, but two podcasts featuring yours truly premiered today! Hope you listen to both in entirety, but if you want to skip around, I took the liberty of breaking down each episode for you below. Both The Dusty Futon and Unstarving Musician podcasts are wonderful supporters of local/indie music. Since I always get asked about my beginnings in the music industry, you'll see I talk about some similar topics, but the flavor of each show is totally different, which is what makes podcasts so cool! I definitely recommend subscribing and browsing some of their past episodes!
Dusty Futon
3:54 - When I Started Playing Music 8:06 - Coming Out/Getting Married Young/Therapy 10:05 - Cathryn Beeks/Listen Local San Diego 11:10 - "Surrogate" w/ Commentary 13:38 - Studio Studios/Alex Dausch 15:03 - Boxing 16:06 - Touring/Performing 17:00 - Multitasking 17:18 - Anxiety / Mental Health 19:20 - Winning a San Diego Music Award 21:50 - The Lovebirds 25:20 - "My Beast" w/ Commentary 30:10 - How I Started Playing Guitar / My Writing Process 35:07 - Music Influences 37:30 - Kleenex Jingles and Taxes 41:50 - "Rubber Band Gun" w/ Commentary (& Crying) 
Unstarving Musician
4:50 - Amy & Gary's House Concerts
6:38 - When I Started Pursuing Music 8:22 - Side Hustles 10:40 - Basketball / Boxing 12:26 - More Side Hustles 14:30 - Rye Room Sessions / "Deep Dark Down" 16:20 - Studio Studios / Alex Dausch 20:13 - Tracks vs. Lights Out 22: 55 - Not Giving AF About Genres 24:23 - Gratitude Journaling / Anxiety / Insomnia 31:44 - From Central California to San Diego 34:00 - Basketball vs. Music / Music Therapy 36:20 - New Music / What's Next 37:27 - Writing Faster Than I Can Record 38:40 - Moving Past Grief / Raging Feminism 40:20 - Writing Routine / Songwriting Book Club 43:45 - Songwriting Groups / Peers 46:16 - Folk Festivals & House Concerts 47:30 - Tenacity, Patience, & Resilience 51:05 - Touring 54:38 - "Surrogate" Just finished this in time for my songwriting book club meeting. It was inspired by the book Pronoia by Spencer Brezsny. His primary thesis is that the universe is conspiring in our favor. For the most part I agree with this theory and the author's content, but I didn't love the presentation so much. Or maybe I just wasn't in the mood to "go there" with him. In any case, I found it amusing that I've been trying to turn a corner on my cynical songwriting, and here was an author showing me a trillion examples of optimism, yet I just kept rolling my eyes at the way the book was structured. I had Dylan's song Idiot Wind in mind the whole time. Instead of trying to stifle my cynicism, I just let myself bask in it for the sake of the song. It was kind of fun to give myself permission to do that. Who knows, maybe I subconsciously learned that lesson from the book! i've had enough of you i've had enough of you i sure wish your mouth came with some glue cause i've had enough of you it's not what you say but the way that you state it it's not what you serve up but the way that you plate it i'm already fed up 'fore i see the menu yes i've had enough of you you're like a book i can't read you're like a book i can't read the day i put you down was the day i was freed yeah you're like a book i can't read each word so much worse than the last i curse every page and skim past all this stuff, it's just fluff, a marshmallow stampede yeah you're like a book i can't read i concur with your scorn for my cynical ways it's a lazy and boring disguise but the soapbox you stand on takes up too much space and it's taking a toll on the roll on my eyes when that idiot wind starts to blow when that idiot wind starts to blow i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i don't like to watch when the emperor streaks or the way that the breath of a bragging man reeks i'm covering my eyes, i'm plugging my nose when that idiot wind starts to blow  Hello friends. I just finished up a song inspired by my latest songwriting book club read, The Sandcastle Girls by Chris Bohjalian. It was a good read - really intense but fascinating (fictional but historical) account of the Armenian genocide. I loved how the author traced the story of struggle and survival through multiple generations, ethnicities, etc. of women. In these songwriting challenges, I always try to find the characters or themes that resonate with me, and apply my own experience, but I felt like kind of an imposter trying to relate on a personal level to the unimaginable suffering these characters witnessed and endured. My problems become all but imaginary when viewed through the horrifying lens of attempted ethnic cleansing. So instead of narrowing my focus, I widened the scope and thought about how the book relates to the position many women have found themselves in since the dawn of time. We play so many roles for "some man, some god, some war" - some of which are forced on us, some of which we embrace, many of which demean us or destroy us in one way or another. Whether we are perceived as sexual objects of desire, spiritual objects of religion, or social objects of war, we've been consistently rendered useless, unworthy of governing our own bodies, choosing our own beliefs, or creating our own culture. I'm encouraged at how far we've come, but slightly exasperated at how far we've yet to go. Here's hoping the momentum will continue to build. I truly believe women are the key to making a more powerful impact and a more peaceful world. If you agree, please give this song a share! Lyrics: 1. She is dried out like the desert She is famished, all but vanished by design And her hide out is her cactus heart Her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines CHORUS The sands of time repeating She’s seen suffering before Her future takes a beating for some man, some god, some war 2. She is minding her own business Steadfastly building castles of sand She is blinded by a raging son Who demolishes and calls it all his land CHORUS These poor holy rolling soldiers’ plight They can’t live without their virgins and whores To lift their strengths and spirits to fight for Some man, some god, some war 3. We are sucking out the venom Of poisonous scorpions and snakes We are bucking this ecosystem Til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes CHORUS Oh, wondrous, thunderous women Together too loud to ignore No more curtsies at the mercy of some man, some god, some war  Excuse me while I fangirl out a little bit, but best-selling author Mitch Albom (Tuesdays With Morrie, The Five People You Meet in Heaven) gave me a shout-out today on his Facebook page, sharing a song I recently wrote influenced by his latest book The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto. How cool is that?! Listen to the song here and find the book here.  Check out this month's issue of San Diego Troubadour for a great interview and writeup about the new album Lights Out. I love how Lizzie Wann was able to weave together two of my passions (music and boxing). Shout-out to Title Boxing Club North Park! Plus, I got to talk about how much I love my wifey: “Audrie supported me through what now seems like an obvious realization that I deserve to be happy, and I’ve been bonkers in love with her ever since.” READ MORE  Here's another songwriting book club creation, inspired by The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom. I was immediately taken by the fact that the narrative unfolded largely through the telling of stories at the main character's funeral. I started thinking about mom's recent death and how people I hardly know have reached out to me with little stories about the kind of imprint she left on their lives. I thought about my own funeral and how I hope to live in a way where people might have nice things to say or funny stories to tell at my funeral. Kind of morbid stuff, but it's a good way for us all to think about the stamp we want to leave on the world. Lyrics: Everyone’s wearing black Everyone looks so sad Everyone can be seated now Everyone ends up dead Everyone bow your heads Everyone remember CHORUS Was there a time or two or three she had you laughing Was she with you giving tissues when you cried Was she the kind of kind worth photographing in your mind? Did she give you a good story for the day she died? Everyone goes to bed Everyone ends up dead Everyone will live another day Everyone still misses Everyone reminisces Everyone has something to say CHORUS Was there a time or two or three she had you laughing Was there a moment you just had to memorize Was she the kind of kind worth photographing in your mind? Did she give you a good story for the day she died?  |
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