Indie Music Mom

Mom, The Rule Bender

I’ve always been a bit of a rule bender. I believe that sometimes rules exist to keep stupid people from hurting themselves from doing stupid things. I believe in developing good instincts and to live life with a lot of adventure and have tried to inspire this in my child. My son is my one and only, he is my world, my sunshine, and the air I breathe. In his wonder years he was the greatest playmate and we had a blast. We forged creeks, climbed trees, rode bikes, played on the monkey bars, swings, tackled and played tag, explored rocky ravines and took in the wonders all around us. What’s funny is that it was I who had to coax him to do things a little out of the ordinary for a little fun. He was the cautious one and when I’d say, “look a short cut, let’s take it!” He was absolutely mortified! Dare we do something as risky as exit through a door that was posted with “entrance only,” he was certain we’d get caught and hauled off to jail!

When I was young my friends and I found great sport and adventure sneaking around old buildings at Oberlin College, which was in my hometown in Ohio. Once on a visit back to Oberlin when he was about 9, I took him into one of these buildings and we tippy toed up the vacant back stairs of Peter’s Hall to where you used to be able to access the tower. He found no joy in it whatsoever and was scared to death!

Peters Hall as it appeared to me VS how it might have appeared to him
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From the day he was born he was a “play it by the rules” kind of kid and I was the one poking him saying, “lighten up!” Of course rules that keep you safe and make you a moral, productive & courteous human being are absolutely necessary. However, for the innocent stuff that inspires the imagination and gets the heart pumping a little requires some flexibility! If you’re too rigid, and over conforming, life can be pretty dull. The rule/fun ratio is always a balance and I’m ever mindful of this as has grows older. His dad and I point out his choices and tell him to not take everything at face value. It all has to make sense. So if my kid cuts across your lawn, sorry, it’s probably my fault.

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Heaphone Hair!

As a mom that produces music from my home studio, I have been known to sport a special hairstyle I call, “headphone hair.” It’s hard to describe but there’s a unique shape the hair takes on from a day of recording. We’ve all been known to sport that “hat hair” look but when you wear headphones for hours on end it’s a special look of it’s own. Recording is such a timeless venture. One guitar track can take hours and once I dive into the process I’m usually sucked in for the long haul. I even have to set the alarm on my iPhone to not only remind me to pick up my son from school but to break for lunch as well. Thank goodness for Trader Joe’s! So when I’m not mindful of my looks when I leave the house, I have found myself sporting this special look while hanging out with the other mom’s in the parking lot at my son’s school. If I’ve used any kind of hair product that day, forget it, no amount of spit can control this “do” modification!

Headphone Hair AfterSince I don’t know any other moms that do what I do at my son’s school, such comments as, “Oh look at my hair, I just hate these silly poofs around my ears!” Or, “I do find that Beyerdynamic DT 770 headphones don’t destroy my “do” as much as the DT 150’s, but man they are much more comfortable,” are generally not topics of discussion. Headphone hair is a unique problem associated with my profession and now I’ve learned to keep a hat handy when I have to dash out the door!

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Shame on the Sham!

It was quite an education in the mechanics of licensing a song when I recorded my first children’s album and all I can say is “Shame on the Sham!” The “Sham” I am referring to is Sam The Sham who wrote the classic rock & roll tune called “Wooly Bully.” Why the shame? Well one day I was inspired by a 4-year-old preschool student who had come in from the play yard filled with excitement because a roly poly (aka “potato bug”) had just climbed on his arm! In a magical moment of improvisation, I began singing about the adventures of this gentle little bug and right there in that classroom a song was born called “Roly Poly.” The lyrics happened to fit perfectly to the tune of “Wooly Bully” and the teachers were amused since they recognized it and the kids were very thrilled to bop out to a rock and roll tune about the sow bugs they just experienced outside. I thought it all very wonderful and was sure that this fun little song would be included on my first album! It even became the theme song for the school’s earth day celebration and it was quite a site having over 80 kids sang their hearts out, rolling their arms singing “ROLY POLY” in one be voice to the Roly Poly song!

I was excited and recorded the song and had my 7 year old help me with the vocals since it was an echo song. But alas getting the license to permit me to use this song was a different story. To license a song the best place to begin is with the Harry Fox agency out of New York. They manage licenses and royalties for millions of songs. They have a very simple song search tool called Songfile that makes it easy to find and license a song, but only if they manage 100 percent of it. If they do, then it’s a piece of cake. But if they don’t, then you have to go directly to the publisher. “Wooly Bully” had 2 publishers and it took some searching the internet to find them. The first publisher, who owned 25 percent of the song rights, agreed to grant me a license, but only if the second publisher, who owned the remaining 75 percent, agreed. Well after many emails and some calls to pinpoint the appropriate person at this company, they sadly declined my request for the license. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe that Sam the Sham or those associated with the “Sham” wouldn’t grant the use of this song for children — I mean this was for kids and it was GREEN too! Shame on the Sham!

I’ve considered putting the song out there and wonder if the publisher would even care because after all I am just a small potato.

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Just Had To Get Out There!

One of the many hats I wear is “preschool music teacher.” In my music classes there are those kids that simply have to be heard. I see that star fire in their eyes and on their faces. They simply need to stand out, shine and share it with everyone!

I understand this. When I was 5, my dad took my brothers and I to a big theater in Cleveland, Ohio to see Captain Kangaroo live and on stage, along with his side kicks, Mr. Green Jeans and the Dancing Bear. It was all very exciting and it was the first time I had ever seen a big stage like that. The show began and all I could think about was how I could get on that stage! I was compelled! There was no way I was going to be happy unless I somehow, someway, got on that stage! I sat there vibrating in my seat and I kept bugging my older brother, who was about 10 at the time, to ask them if I could go on stage. I was relentless and he probably realized he needed to do something just to shut me up. So he went over to the stage manager and became my very first booking agent. He did a good job ‘cause the manager said yes. So I ran over and was on my way to stardom!

There I was on stage with Captain Kangaroo! I felt good, I made it, I was where I belonged, I was a star! Everyone was looking at me, waiting to see what I was going to do, man it felt great. I had everyone’s attention, woo-hoo! The Captain asked me some questions and there it was, THE MICROPHONE, I was talking through the MICROPHONE! He asked me if I wanted to sing a song, well of course I wanted to sing a song but I had absolutely NO IDEA what song! It was almost kind of annoying, all his questions. I just wanted to BE there, it’s not like I had PLAN. My mission as far as I was concerned was accomplished. The Captain patiently went through a list of songs and when he landed on “Mary Had A Little Lamb” I said, “Sure!” Well “sure” I had heard the song before but I didn’t know the words. So luckily I did know the title line and then after that I relied completely upon my brother who was in the audience looked kind of freaked out, mouthing the words to me. No problem, I muddled through and thankfully, I had the cute thing going for me. I was a HIT, I knew it because they CLAPPED when I finished.

So when a child in my music class simply has to stand up and be noticed I like to try and honor that. If they don’t know the words, we just improvise like my brother and I did with Captain Kangaroo so long ago!

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My Mom’s An Alien!

My first preschool music gig was at my son’s school Miss Sandies when he was 4 years old. I was so excited to be able to sing some fun songs with my son’s classmates, and especially with my son! That day we had music time outside since it was a beautiful spring morning. Out comes my son’s class all excited and they situate themselves on the picnic tables. We began with a good ol’ round of ABC’s and their sweet voices filled the air. Pure joy was written all over their faces as they bounced up and down to the rhythm. There was little Logan singing merrily, Danielle bouncing wildly up and down, singing, my son’s best friend Tommy grinning ear to ear, singing, and then there was….my son. His head in his hands, face all scrunched up, elbows on knees, hunched over, looking painfully bored!

What’s with that? It was a little alarming at first. He did participate with the songs, but his vim and vigor was never quite as robust as the other kids. When asked if he liked mommy singing, he always said yes, but his enthusiasm always seemed a bit lack luster. I never pushed it with him and he seemed okay, mostly. I had theories that maybe he didn’t like all the other kids so enthusiastic with his mommy, or maybe the songs weren’t his favorites. What made the most sense was something that one of the fathers shared with me one day. He had said that when he was my son’s age his mom sang at their school and for some reason it was always a little uncomfortable for him. He couldn’t quite explain why but it made him feel like his mom was an alien. That was the only way he could describe it. Well this made the most sense to me. It could be similar to that emotional confusion kids feel when they see a teacher out of the school and in the grocery store. It sort of sends them into shock like “how can you possibly exist outside of school?!” So that’s how I took it, he thought I was an alien. And now that my son is 14, I am definitely an alien, whether I sing or not.

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Why a “Why?”

I’m getting very close to finding my “why,” and when I do I’m going to nail that sucker to the wall. Why am I looking for my “why? “ Because a book I read recently inspired me. It’s called, “Start With Why” by Simon Sinek (Click here for info on START WITH WHY). It’s a study of why some people and organizations are more innovative, influential, and profitable than others. How having a clear sense of “why” is the basis for all action, thought and communication.

The book describes how some of the world’s most influential leaders had their “why,” down pat — like Steve Jobs. Steve wanted to bring the personal computer to the common man and now there are over 73 million people that can fit these into the palm of their hands! Sinek’s book describes his clear vision and unwavering commitment.

I have to laugh because one day many years ago when I worked as a receptionist at Lucasfilm, Steve came bounding through the door and up the stairs to evidently meet with Pixar, which was then the small computer division of the company located in the back of the building. It was my responsibility to make sure everyone signed in and to me he looked like someone’s unruly teenage son running wildly up the stairs on his way to meet his dad for lunch. I jumped up and hollered at him, “hey, you need to come and sign in!” Begrudgingly he tromped back down the stairs and signed in. I thought, “the nerve of this guy, who does he think he is?” This was my encounter with the “why” man himself, the man who exemplifies the power of having a “why.” My “why” at that moment was to follow corporate policy (not to have Steve Jobs bend to my will, however humorous that sounds), and his was to change the world!

“Start With Why” has sort of traumatized me because I too wish to live my life more, “whyfully.” Don’t we all? Something to ground us especially on those WTF am I doing days?! Something to help us to quickly navigate around those little inconveniences, like dinner. Or receptionists.

I would definitely recommend the book. It’s thought provoking and I’ve been applying the “why” question to many things in my life, like having a band for instance. Why do I have a band when it’s a huge amount of work, time, and cost when everyone I know goes to bed at 9:00 — which is when most gigs begin? Why? Why don’t I just focus solely on children’s music since it seems so logical and successful? Why am I producing and writing songs when I’m not sure they’ll ever be heard? Why?

I am getting close, very, very, close. And like a big stew I can smell and taste all of its flavors as they come bubbling to the surface. So once it comes together in a clear statement of “why,” I’m going to nail that sucker to the wall and maybe sign it too. Thanks Steve.

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A Blog about A Blog, or Blog Blog

Welcome to my very first Blog. I am an independent musical mom that swims in a whacky crossover world between children’s and adult music. With the release of my new album “Amy Liz Kid Hits,” I’ve taken the plunge and rebranded my children’s musical self as Amy Liz and maintained my singer/songwriter adult self as Amy Wigton. Since we are all now slaves to the internet and google, it made sense not to have “Gallop Little Horsey” followed by something adult related, like footage from a comedy show I did a while back. (There was a bad word in it, shhhhh, don’t tell the kids).

This dual name thing is all very new to me and I’m not sure if it’ll cause clarity or just more confusion for my poor wittle bwain. I’m secretly hoping that maybe Amy Liz can get away with things that Amy Wigton would never imagine doing and vice-versa. This way neither would be required to claim responsibility!

I really didn’t plan on adopting a new name. I’ve been performing music with kids for 9 years as “Miss Amy.” The preschoolers called me this and it just stuck, since every teacher’s name at a preschool starts with “Miss.” But just as I was getting ready to release my CD, this lady on the east coast came along and declared she is the real “Miss Amy” and has the trademark papers to prove it! Now why would someone come along and blow my perfect name conventions out of the water?! I considered the name “Miss Amy West” but it didn’t roll off the tongue so easily. More about HER in a later blog.

My blog will relate to women, musicians, songwriters, moms, parents, artists, entrepreneurs, free thinkers, dreamers and anyone who is creatively inclined or aspires to be. To those who keep their sense of play and wonder alive and enjoys being physically active and engaged in the world. And to those who like looking at things from a different angle or just some simple entertainment and a laugh to go along with that morning cup of joe.

I wish to offer insights into the off-beat process of being a musical “mompreneur.” I’ll provide some snippets into “thinking outside of the box” and some good tips on navigating the music world in the genres that I travel. I’ll share my creative process, my art, ideas, inventions, inspirations, perspectives, experiences, successes, failures and I won’t blog about any fits of rage. Unless they are very, very funny.

I’m pretty unconventional and other moms sometimes don’t know what to make of me. For instance, I love to climb trees to the top to catch a good sunset. It’s just weird to me that no one else does this. If you do, please join me — my redwood offers the greatest views!

As a songwriter, musician, performer, teacher, manager, publisher, actress, producer, engineer, circus clown, street musician, comedian, mother and wife, I’ll share some interesting stories of what it’s like doing what I do. I’ll introduce you to some of the colorful people I’ve met along the way who have also made their way into my songs. And of course the great stories about the amazing kids, whose honesty, fresh insights and funny nature I’ve captured in my journal throughout the years.

Being a musician in both genres blends the best of both worlds. I can bring my musicianship to children’s songs and more play to my adult. It’s been great for my heart and it really indulges my sense of humor. So here it is, my blog and I’m ready to declare to all that “yes, this chic guitar player IS wearing shark socks!”

I love my shark socks!

I love my shark socks!

Photo by Stephanie Jackson


 

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