The Unemployment Project Prologue
I was 15 years old when I met up with Ken in school. He was this perfectionist who had a lazy eye. It gave him character and I remember him pointing it out to me. I didn't care I just remember that there was something attractive about Ken that I couldn't quit pin point. Today I believe it is his determination and ability to conquer any obstacle that came his way. The list of accomplishments I could list, but would embarrasses the piss out of him. Not to mention some of those accomplishments being extremely personal.
It was Ken's influence that made me interested in music and the possibility of making it real in my life. We formed a few bands together and used an assortment of talented and talent-less individuals that will remain nameless. The point is that Ken, when working alone was at his best. His most deepest feelings, pains, and triumphs where held at bay until he released the explosion of guitar twangs and symbol crashes that embodied all he was. I often strived for that ability and was never able to make it realize, until recently. And it's the continued influence of Ken's projects that has helped me give birth to "The Unemployment Project". Thanks Ken!
My mentor when it comes to guitar and more is my best friend Brian. He gives me the need to push myself to reach better levels of my guitar playing and life in general. Although musically the truly difficult stuff is still in practice mode and not reflected in this CD, I believe it is always best to be motivated to do better and better as time goes on. "Perfect practice makes perfect". Thanks Brian!
Unfortunately at the age of 35 and ten years into my evolutionary career in computers, I got layed off. After tentatively looking for employment and not fully out of work until the end of April 2002, I decided that I wouldn't waste the time before going on unemployment and I'd cater to some unfinished business. Having a computer and the wizardry software findings of a friend, I have a mini computerized recording studio complete with drum machine software. I have a "B.C.Rich" electric guitar and a Gagliano acoustic (thank you Brian). I also borrowed Brian's "Ovation" acoustic with an electric pick up for "plugging-in" to the computer for recording. Most of the recordings are done using that guitar. The one's not using the "Ovation" use a headphone set with the bendable mic masking taped to the outside and the mic twisted in the acoustic hole of the Gagliano (Mother of invention).
My pride guitar, mostly for show, is my "Global" acoustic that my Father bought me. I know he wanted me to have it so I could play guitar again, more on that in a moment.
A long time ago Mom and Dad had to sit back and watch their son trip and fall over so many obstacles. It boggles my mind the amount of love I feel now for the care and patience my parents had for me. I could never explain what was going through my head at the time, it's so faded and unimportant now.
When I moved to another town about half an hour from home at the young age of 23 for a girl, I found out what true stupidity was. Being young was great, and being dumb was even better. I felt no responsibility for what I did or said. If anyone ever tells you that you don't reap what you sew, they've never had the privilege of being so lonely and scared that you could hardly breathe. Why do I say privilege? Well, it gives you a deep appreciation for anything worked for, and what one has, when you've been through what I've been through. I'm not claiming that my swim through the alcohol pool and my drift through the marijuana clouds was the worse anyone has ever been through. But it was enough to fill my heart with regret and sorrow, and makes me realize that something had to be done. Mostly however, it was the birth of my daughter that provoked my journey down the straight and narrow. The first of this being the seed my Father planted in my heart when I moved back home from "hell town".
My Father gave me the Global guitar as a gift and said, "here, play guitar like you used to". It was the best gift I believe I ever got from my Father. His prodigal had come home and he wanted his Kenny back. To this day that guitar makes my chest pound with love for my Father. He's never wanted me to give up my talent and a dream because he knew it made me who I am. My dream may be a little different these days but the fire is still there. Thanks Dad!
My Mother has always wanted me to perform, as a child I can remember her wanting me to dance and sing. I was like the little show boy that wouldn't quit, I hated it then, but as a Dad now and with a little talent gem of my own, I completely understand. It was this encouragement and coaxing that has made me put myself out on the line and perform all the songs in my head, for better or worse. Thanks Mom!
Simple Love Song
And now in my eight year marriage, I find myself more centered and in love as I ever could hope to have or had or will be in, completely. The woman of my dreams my life and my soul mate, for whom my "Simple Love Song" is serenaded to daily -
my love, my life, NANCY!
To those ears that are filled with my noise enjoy the fruits of my labor, I bring you,
The Unemployment Project