Seven Classic Books I Recommend Reading

Classic - A book which people praise and don’t read.” – Mark Twain

Good ol’ Twain. He always manages to cut through a point so eloquently.

About three years ago, I was walking through BookPeople, one of my favorite Austin bookstores, and I stumbled past this quote in the “Classics” section.

The moment I read those words, I realized I was caught in that same group. It seems we all unintentionally reference classic literature in every day speech, from Moby Dick to The Great Gatsby to Shakespeare to The Odyssey to Dante’s Inferno. When I realized I was in that same boat, I decided to start an adventure and read as many books in the classics section as I could so I could understand what all the fuss was about. I bought Dante’s Inferno that day and my mind was blown.

I realized why so many people praise these novels as classic works of human literature. The same feeling you get when you hear your favorite song, or see an amazing painting, or watch an incredible movie… that fuzzy, artistic feeling where your body is overwhelmed by the mastery… that’s what you get in a classic work of literature (if it’s one you personally enjoy).

Since that day, I’ve been reading a ton of books: classics, new works, biographies, non fiction, poetry, prose, etc etc and I wanted to share 7 of my favorite readings from the Classics section.

These books/stories were selected from the fact that some passage gave me an intense dose of the chills, which resulted from a mastery in the writing craft involving some incredible build up of words . It was impossible to narrow them down… so I might just keep putting out more Top 7 lists.

The Dead by James Joyce,

           The last short story in Joyce’s book ‘Dubliners‘. Considered by many to be one of the best short stories ever written. Covers some great characterization of Irish people living in Dublin at the turn of the century and it builds up into two of the best last paragraphs I’ve ever read in my life. Read it all to get the full effect. I just went back to BookPeople two days ago and read it again and I still don’t understand how it blows my mind each time. 

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Music and Adventure: A Reflection on My Travels…

I’ve been meaning to write a blog post for some time. Ideas popped into my head while I was traveling Europe, the moment I returned to the States, and kept flowing in over the past couple months as I’ve been adjusting back to “normal” life. Yet, the lazy mind took over and I wrote nothing.

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Walking with my guitar, a backpack and a friend through the mountains and rivers.

As I drink a coffee at Dominican Joe in Austin, I finally have the mental composure to write this blog.

If you’ve been following me on facebook over the past year, you probably saw excerpts from my adventure around the Mediterranean – I had a one-way ticket to Florence that led to 2 months in Italy (working on vineyards and farms), 3 weeks crossing the Balkans (Croatia, Serbia, and Bulgaria), a 2-month stint around Turkey including working on farms, playing music in a bungalow by Roman ruins on the ocean, working in a paradise forest lodge in a valley of mountains and ocean, hitchhiking across the entire country to Georgia for 2 weeks, back across the Black Sea coast of Turkey, a hop over to Athens, a quick jaunt in London and then a final flight back to NYC (….well, then a back-and-forth trip between Austin and NY, a family trip to Belize, and a solid road trip from the 15-degree blizzarding North to the 70-degree, welcoming South).

Needless to say, once I returned, my brain was in a state of mush.

It’s always tough to re-aclimate after any type of trip. Sometimes you go on a vacation for 6-10 days and those first few days back are hard to switch to reality. 8 months on the road made that re-acclimation period last a bit longer…

So now I wanted to write about the reason I went on this trip.

Jamming in Olympos, Turkey in front of the Ganesh tapestry.

Jamming in Olympos, Turkey in front of the Ganesh tapestry.

For my first 3 years in Austin, I hustled hardcore. Every second of my thought and every instant of my action was composed of how I could market my music, survive off my craft, and build my career successfully. It was working well, but I was burning my brain out and I lost focus on the craft of music.

One day I had an epiphany.

I was moving forward in the “business” sense, but I wasn’t moving forward in the “creative” sense. My songs were turning out well, but my technique wasn’t really improving and I hadn’t written much new material. I wasn’t really giving energy to the actual thing with which I was trying to live my life by. All the people I envy, the greatest musicians, the greatest writers, absolutely mastered their crafts and had crazy life experiences, which turned into their art.

So, I wanted to get in touch with that omniscient, omnipowerful muse that permeates through everything.

I wanted to go on an adventure that would inspire my next CD.

The goal for the journey was to not “book” any gigs like my previous European or US tours, nor, did I want to “plan” a crazy vacation trip across Europe. I wanted to have my backpack and a guitar and see what would happen… I wouldn’t accept any paying shows or even plan for a gig in a city or country (which were offered to me), just so I could keep it purely open and “go with the flow.”

Hiking through the Saklikent Canyon in SW Turkey.

Hiking through the Saklikent Canyon in SW Turkey.

The goal was to get in touch with the basic roots of reality. I wanted to get in touch with the land by working on farms, I wanted to get in touch with real people by couchsurfing and hitchhiking with no planned destination, and I wanted to get in touch with the soul of music, by having my backpack and a guitar to see where the wind would take me.

I really wanted to see how music could lead to adventures and friendships and amazing experiences, especially in places where English is not the native language… where the vibrations and feelings of the music would do the talking.

With this intent, my idea came true and I ended up on unbelievable life and musical adventures. They were the type of adventures that would alter my songwriting and musical content for all future work.

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Svanetti region of Georgia. Eating some good food by a lake in the mountains.

From international rooftop jams in Istanbul to late night Croatian freestyle hip-hop sessions in Zagreb, from busking in the cobbled streets of Serbia to the ancient Roman streets of Split or the intense bustle of Taxim Square, from working on new songs in small houses of Tuscan vineyards to performing on international radio stations in Athens, jamming on houseboats and open mics in London, to small mountain villages in Svanetti Georgia, I ended up with my guitar, the songs, and the attentive ears of so many different cultures.

Music was the engine which drove me across the wild road of the earth and brought me closer to people from all types of cultures and backgrounds.

So now, I’m back. Back to the US… Back to reality… And what to do now?

Now that my brain is finally solidifying after its post-travel state of mush, I am ready to start tackling the next goals.

I will be making a new CD. All the music/voice/life lessons I’ve had over the past 3 years and all the crazy adventures have resulted in new songs that I’m excited to develop. I’ve been fine tuning these songs for my next EP, as they flowed, formed, and traveled across the world, performed to all types of audiences.

Traveling around Italy with my good ol' backpack and guitar...

Traveling around Italy with my good ol’ backpack and guitar…

I will be hitting the road again this summer to present the songs to more people around the US (possibly North and West this time), as I continue editing them, and hopefully start recording late summer/early Fall. Who knows where though?

The adventure continues.

-Brett

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A new poem – “Flies In My Wine”


So, I was sitting in my living room the other night, drinking wine and writing, and the usual happened… a bunch of flies jumped in my wine and died. It inspired me to write this.
Flies In My Wine.
 
It seems, yet again, there are flies in my wine.
They back stroke as if they don’t know that they’re dead.
Swimming in circles of blood colored broth,
Drowning in liquor too strong for their head.
 
For us, it is only a drip on a shirt,
Nothing that soda and salt won’t undo.
The same little drip that gets gulped by this bug?
An overdose drowning its body in brew.
 
Torture through liquor – a “wine” waterboard.
Struggling to breath a proboscis filled bliss.
Slopping down Malbec or slurping Shiraz,
Laughing up ruby red, drunken bug fits.
 
Throat and nose flooded with streams of Merlot,
Coughing up bubbles of Cabernet steam,
Zinfandel caught in the flap of their wings,
A Chianti nightmare, a Pinot Noir dream.
 
Little bug bodies float softly and slow,
Bobbing about like cooked carrots in stew.
Turning my wine to a chunkier kind,
So rather than sip, I must swallow and chew.
 
 -Brett

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A stomach full of wine and pasta – WWOOFing on a vineyard in Tuscany

Ciao ciao — Hope all is well. I’ve finally got a computer to write on as I lay on a bed in an old Italian farmhouse, relaxing my feet from a day of work and resting my heavy stomach from two bowls of pasta. I’ve been in Italy for a month and a half and it’s been an incredible experience. In two days, I leave the farm I’m currently working at (Casa Lanzarotti in Borgo Val di Taro) to relax on the east coast of Italy for a couple days before heading off to Eastern Europe for a month. Here’s a quick recap of my adventure so far:

Holding grapes at the vineyard in Tuscany.

After spending two weeks in Florence with my mom and brother, where we wandered around the amazing city, hung out with my mom’s host family from 35 years before, and explored Tuscany and the Mediterranean seaside, my family returned home and I went off to start my adventure.

I spent the next two weeks WWOOFing (originally – Willing Workers on Organic Farms, but they changed it to World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms) at a beautiful vineyard in Tuscany called Podere Vallari (German website). WWOOF is an organization where you can volunteer on farms around the world (normally 4 – 6 hours per day) in exchange for a bed and meals. I’ve wanted to do it for a while and I figured no better place then Italy, where I can eat the best food and drink the best wine. I was correct in my assumption.

My first WWOOF was at a wine and olive oil producing vineyard on top the wonderful hills of Riparbella, a small, Tuscan town only 15 minutes from the Mediterranean coast. Ursula and Sigismund Hadelich are the sweet, German couple who bought the farm 31 years ago and have worked it since. They started out as a 5-person family living in one room and now have a whole slew of rooms that Sigismund built himself (although the kids have all moved out). The walls of the entire house are lined with watercolor paintings from their children. From the balcony where we ate dinner, you could see rolling hills of olive trees and grapevines, ending in the blue sea at the horizon (with a view of the famous Napoleon-inhabited Elba island on clear days). Ursula and Sigismund were incredible hosts and hard workers. They were very well read on classic literature from all cultures and Sigismund was a classically trained musician. One of their sons is actually an extremely talented, award-winning violinist currently living in NYC (who is now playing a Stradivarius violin from the 1700s!) – check his wiki out – Augustin Hadelich.

The man himself... Sigismund Hadelich

The daily work at the vineyard was tough in the summer heat, but very rewarding. I will definitely drink every bottle of wine now with extra appreciation. Every day, I woke at 5:30am and worked until 10:30/11am (to avoid the 95-100deg heat by 11am), going through endless rows of grapevines under the Tuscan sun, trimming the branches, pulling the weeds and brambles, and wrapping the vines around wires.

After putting my first week of time in by clearing the grapevine rows in a hot valley by their house, I graduated to their other vineyard on the hillside, which overlooked all the rolling hills and the Mediterranean sea in the distance. Spending the rest of the mornings clipping grapevines, taking breaks to eat fresh plums or apricots from a tree, and then continuing to work with the scenery behind, was exactly what I hoped for in my WWOOF experience. After the hot and buggy day of work, we all had a delicious, enormous lunch prepared by Ursula. Lunch was full of fresh cheese, stews, meats and pasta – a mix of German and Italian cuisine. It was followed by an afternoon of rest and then at 7pm sharp was another incredible dinner and a bottle of their wine. The meals always ended with 1-2 hr conversations over a bottle split with Sigismund, who spent his days working around the house and farm or reading up on politics or his next project. The conversations covered various topics ranging from economy and politics, classical literature and music, world history, the future of knowledge and religion, and other light topics normally discussed over a daily dessert of stewed apricots (because of their booming apricot harvest – we had apricots for every meal over those two weeks. I’ve also never eaten so many apricots in my life).

My home for two weeks.

I was the only WWOOFer there, living in a “Walden-esque” single-room Tuscan workhouse, which overlooked the hillside of grapevines and olive trees. After working, I spent most of my days reading their collection of English classics, playing guitar and working on songs, walking around the Tuscan hillside, or, if I wanted to trek through the heat, biking into the nearby town of Cecina for a swim. It was so nice to live without distraction in the picturesque, Tuscan hills for two weeks.

Ursula and Sigismund were such nice and amazing people and I missed our daily conversations after I left (along with their crazy collection of cats, my favorite being Nasser Weis). I’m hoping to one day return and work the other times of the year, during the grape or olive harvest. Luckily, they let me part with 3 bottles of wine, so I continued to enjoy Podere Vallari after I left.

Well…my lovely, fellow WWOOFer Molly needs her computer back, so I will update my post on the current farm I’m working at, Casa Lanzarotti in the Emilia Romagna region (famous for parmigiano cheese and prosciutto) ASAP. More pasta and cheese updates to come…

View of some of the olive tree hills from near the house.

 

Ciao ragazzi,

Brett

 

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“The Thought of Time” – a new poem.

Hey y’all – it’s been a long while since I’ve posted, and an especially long while since I’ve posted one of my 10-minute freewrites from my writing groups/exercises. Last night we had an intense life discussion and then did one free-write on the word, “Is.”
This IS what came out. I think it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written yet. I’ve titled it “The Thought of Time.” Enjoy.

 

The Thought of Time.

In an instant, all the clocks began to chime. Click. Click. Tick. Tick. Tock. Tock.

Miraculously, they all seemed to make noise at the same exact time. Buzzing away like the “ohms” of some giant meditation.

One-by-one, the glass casings began to snap and explode, spraying shards of clear glass across the room, some pieces catching on the minute hands of opposing clocks, others wedging into cracks in the wall or the wall itself. Still, some shards hung dangling by a clear sliver, waiting for the next chime to vibrate it out of existence.

Underneath all of this, a molten stream of time came pouring through the air like an invisible flow of lava. In a different realm of reality, it destroyed everything in sight, making it look as if everything was as-is, unharmed. But, the lava of time tore through existence like a burning brand, leaving it’s mark among faded hourglasses and decimated books of history.

It poured through every opening it could find, singeing the invisible atoms of air and filling each shadow with a gap of space that could only be filled by a microscopic sliver of the next second’s shadow.

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Got into the TRCOA Unsigned Artist Competition! Vote for me!

What’s up everyone!

I’m almost back to Austin after a few months on the road from Austin-to-Boston and around the northeast. I promise a very detailed update and blog post soon!

BUT…more importantly, I’m chilling in the beautiful mountain town of Murphy, NC and I JUST found out I was accepted as 1 of 15 finalists out of 400 for The Recording Conservatory of Austin‘s UNSIGNED ARTIST COMPETITION.

CLICK HERE to vote for ‘Brett Randell’ for the TRCOA Unsigned Artist Competition

I don’t normally do these contests, but I could win a ton of money for recording, studio time, musical equipment, and other stuff…this means NEW CD! I’ve been working on a bunch of new music and this would be a great opportunity to record.

Please click here and vote for my name! I’d appreciate it :)

Thanks!

Brett

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Updates from NY, Cats in cases, and more…

What’s up y’all (that word is getting very out of place up here in NY),

Before we begin, let me say that cats love my guitar case. On my tour up from Austin-to-Boston, I had four cats in four seperate cities sleep in it. My cat, Dyna, has been rolling around in it nonstop. Entertain yourself with some cat in guitar case pics:

So, I’ve been back in NY for a few weeks now, well, a week in upstate NY, 4 days up in Maine, couple days in NYC, and then back to my hometown of Mahopac for a bit. Things have been great and I’m really loving this north-east vibe. Especially the green rolling mountains everywhere, 80deg weather (as opposed to 3 months of 100+ in Austin), and hanging with my family and friends.

A view from a hill 10 minutes from my house.

 

 

My house in Mahopac, NY (and my faithful highlander that's traveled from Austin-to-NY 7 times now).

Tommorow, I’m heading on a mini-tour up north. I’ll be playing the Utica Music Festival in Utica, NY on Fri and Sat, then I’m gonna spend 2 days chilling in the Adirondack mountains, then I’ve got 2 shows in Burlington, VT  a The Skinny Pancake(which I’ve heard is an amazing city), 2 days in Montreal, Canada, and then back down to NY… ONLY to head back out on another 4-day tour out to Bridgeport, Providence, Boston and back. TOUR INFO here: http://www.brettrandell.com/tour

THEN… I can rest. I think.

Well, I don’t want to bore you with words…so, I’ll post a bunch of pictures from my travels over the last month or so. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

Peace, Brett

My friend, Colby, and I, hiking Enchanted Rock outside of Austin, TX

 

Food and merch from a great house show in Mobile, AL.

My friend, Steve Jumper, started his own surfboard company. He makes them above his garage! Check out Jumper Surfboards. http://www.jumpersurfboards.com
 

Another Jumper Surfboard, this time with art from his sister, Marissa. Amazing stuff. http://www.jumpersurfboards.com

View I woke up to in my friends apartment in NYC.

Mmmm... New York Pizza. From my favorite place: Paolo's in Mahopac.

Our dogs.

A misty view from the cabin my friends and I go to every year up on Pleasant Pond - Caratunk, Maine.

 

 

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March of the ducks, sneezy cats, and awesome shows…

Good afternoon,

Kole and I are 4 days into our Austin-to-Chicago tour and so far it has been awesome — full of amazing times and hilarious laughs. The places we stayed the first two nights had like 5-7 cats each and one of the cats sneezed on me all night long. It was awesome.

I’m laying on an incredibly comfy bed at dKwells house in Newburgh, IN which is a quaint historical town on the Ohio river with tons of trees, small historical shops, and mansions that line the rolling hills. Definitely a great place to relax for 2 days (and play shows for 2 nights).

Here are some recaps!

DALLAS,  TX

So, I used to think Dallas was terrible considering everyone I ever met that had been there or lived there said “Don’t go to Dallas. It’s terrible.” But… as couchsurfing usually does… my whole perception has changed and now I’ve found an amazing part of Dallas. Oak Cliff and the Bishop Arts District remind me of a mini Austin. Cool little art shops, coffee shops, great restaurants/cafes, and a nice funky vibe.

We stayed with one of the coolest ladies I’ve ever met. Wendi, a hippy/artist store owner, was a world traveler with long blonde dreads that dangled into different beads and decorations. Her house was full of a millon knick-knacks from around the world, as well as her art. She owned a store called “From The Ends of The Earth,” which stocked fair trade art goods and clothing as well as all the cool things she picked up from her travels.

That night, my good CS friend Aji, Kole, another CSer, Wendi, and I drank a bunch of wine, jammed out on guitars and a ton of different percussion instruments, shared stories, and passed around a sheet of paper which each person would draw on and then pass in a circle for the next person to add to. It ultimately  created some bad ass, crazy drawings (pic below).

After a good jam and great times with new friends, we got up, ate at a great local Mexican restaurant, stopped by Wendi’s shop, caught up with my old friend Dale from Israel, and drove off to Memphis.

MEMPHIS, TN

After an 8.5hr drive from Dallas, we finally pulled into the divey P&H Cafe in Memphis. I love a good dive bar and this turned out to be a sweet first show for our tour. Although most of the place was empty on a Tuesday night from 11-1am, Kole and I rocked out. Our new and awesome friend, Raven, came out with her group of friends and they were incredible and made the show even more awesome. Of course, free beer and homemade spaghetti always helps end a long day.

 

The next day involved one of the greatest things I’ve witnessed in my life. There is a classic hotel called The Peabody in Memphis and every single day at 11am, the  5″Peabody Ducks,” who live in a palace on the roof of the hotel, march around the roof, enter the elevator, ride the elevator to the lobby, and then march (or run) out of the elevator, down a red carpet, and jump in the beautiful fountain in the center of the lobby. All of this is led and monitored by the resident “Duck Master.”

Click on “DUCK MARCH” below to see a video of it!!

>>Duck march!<<

It was truly amazing. Watch the video above. The anticipation for the elevator doors to open and then seeing the ducks excitedly rush out across the rolled out red carpet in front of 100+ people was absolutely hilarious.

We went to the gift shop which had 100s of different duck items, grabbed a coffee, and then bounced to Indiana.

EVANSVILLE, IN and NEWBURGH, IN

After a nice 4.5 hour drive, we pulled into the awesome dKwells house in NEwburgh, IN. This city is beautiful – it’s a small historic town with huge, beautiful mansions overlooking rolling green hills and the wide, Ohio river. It reminded me of towns in Westchester and upstate New York. Our meals of the day drastically changed from a lunch of cheez-its, pringles, and beef jerkey – to a hot dinner of steak, mashed potatoes, guacamole salad, and peach tea (and amazing breakfasts of eggs benedict). It was a delicious contrast.

That evening, we played at the Deerhead Sidewalk Cafe in Evansville – such a cool spot with great locals. The music lasted 5 hours, with dKwells opening up with some of his great originals, Andrew Boom rocking out for a few songs, and then Kole and I took the stage for the next 2-3 hours. The people were great and the free beer and pizza rode us out through the night. Kole and I each have our own rooms and fluffy beds in David’s house, which is an amazing solace from the normal couches we crash on.

The next night we played at Cafe Arazu in Newburgh, IN which was an excellent, middle-eastern themed restaurant/bar. Another great show finished off with a midnight pool dip, some homemade beer, and dirty rum.

Now, we’re off to play a house show in Indianapolis… here is a message from our host who is cooking food and making cake for it “I’m having a cheesecake sampler table. Red Velvet, German Chocolate, Amaretto, Baileys, Chocolate, Mocha, White Chocolate Raspberry and New York style. Yum!”

Tis a rough life being a musician : ) Catch you on the next update.

-Brett

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New Poem – Another Day Goes By

I was hanging at Zilker Park on an amazing Sunday afternoon in Austin and ended up writing this poem. Enjoy : ) As always, feel free to give some feedback.

 

Another Day Goes By

The sun bleeds yellow streams into the sea of sky.

It heats the great reservoir to the point of comfort, then retreats slowly.

The city scrapers pierce through the blue roof like giant steel splinters.

They ask for no forgiveness. They know she will forget.

 

A small, red ball is cradled by summer winds.

The grackles – bitter with their strident gifts – swear as it rolls by.

Their curses becomes a hundred blessings,

Rolling down crowded streets like fleeting ocean waves.

 

Children play with ash from burnt leaves.

The powdered charcoal becomes a flurry of bright pastels.

Viewed from the right angle – or, with enough sips of wine,

The colors display a transmission from the universe herself.

 

Elder statues breathe air of sad stories and stale mistakes.

They speak of the ‘Code of Hammurabi’ with bent fingers and glass nails.

The youngins at  lower heights, inhale an entirely different reality,

With smiles the size of atom bombs, they conquer the world.

 

Ancient men rock about in old-oak chairs.

Through beards dressed as blizzards, they utter their daily phrase,

“All is well as another day goes by.”

A watch rattles on one’s leather wrist, stuck in an hour forgotten long ago.

 

The night receives an echo from the day’s retire;

Time ebbs and flows like smoked whiskey in a tulip-shaped glass.

It leaves its inhabitants in a woozy, euphoric, half-curled smile type of daze, and

Ushers them into a cocktail mix of contentment and pure insanity.


-Brett Randell 6/13/11

 

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Show at Momos on Monday, May 2! After Dan Dyer, Little Brave & more…

What’s up??

Quick backstory: In the summer of 2009, I came to visit Austin for a week – I heard it was an awesome city with an amazing music scene, but didn’t know anything about it. After wandering around for a few days, I bumped into Tres Cozine, who was the doorman at Momos. He told me to come check out Dan Dyer and Suzanna Choffel

After hearing them and seeing their live performance, I was convinced to move out to Austin. I flew home, packed up my bags, and drove out to Austin 2 weeks later with my dream. That being said, it’s an honor to perform after one of my local musical inspirations.

It’s only $5 – I play 1015pm- midnight. Here is the full awesome lineup:

630pm – Little Brave

8pm – Jake Owen & Bob Charles

915pm – Dan Dyer

1015pm – Brett Randell (that’s me) : )

12am – Jackie Myers Band (my awesome friend’s band)

 

Come out and enjoy a night of great music! Facebook event here:

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=115835055164299

 

Peace,

Brett

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