Ho, Ho, Ho

Happy Hanukkah, boys and girls. In keeping with the theme, a minor site update which was supposed to take an hour and a half wound up lasting eight whole days.

It is, for lack of a better word, a miracle.

UPDATE: The two new mp3s are here and here, respectively. And the username/password is “bull”/”moose”, if anyone asks.

The world

There are a lot of valid questions in the world, and a lot of worlds in the world as well. For example, in the tennis world, someone might meaningfully ask, “is it 30-love, or 40-love?” This question would make no sense outside of tennis.

In the Speechwriters LLC world, someone, you perhaps, may have recently asked the question, “where is Misha?” This is not a question that makes much sense outside of the LLC domain, because of course I have been working to build a better democracy, spending the last eight months on an epic adventure with a truly great American, Jim Webb, an adventure that recently culminated in a Democratic takeover of the Senate. I’m extremely proud of the work I did, the time I gave, etc..

This doesn’t really answer your question. Your question comes from the Speechwriters LLC world, and now I’ve come by and said hello. But the spirit of your question is really, “didn’t you used to eat and sleep in this world? Wasn’t it your home? When will you be back for good?” And that, friend, is a hard question to answer.

Over the past five years, making Speechwriters LLC a livable space has been my passion. During college, I worked as hard on the band as I did on schoolwork, and the result was that by the time I graduated, the LLC was a functioning place. Dave and I spent the next two years inhabiting it full-time, sometimes floating the dream on the credit of a Hollywood agent or the largesse of an old record exec, always finding ways to make it work. We measured our progress by simple metrics (Boca burgers and space heaters vs. cheese steaks and booze).

Ultimately, though, the equation was this: for Speechwriters LLC to be a world that we could inhabit all of the time, we needed some X number of people to inhabit it some of the time. Super-fans (defined as anyone who is reading this post) always pulled more than their share of the weight, driving multiple hours to shows, buying merchandise for their friends when they already owned it all themselves, constantly reminding us by their actions that we had the best job in the world.

Should art (even if the art is just four-chord love songs) and commerce mix? They had to if we wanted to live in our LLC world full time. The irony, of course, was in the compromise: the more time we spent on making the band work economically, the less time we spent on making it work artistically.

The best songs I’ve written were always for me. I’m glad you enjoyed them, but it’s not like TV in that way, where content is created for the audience. I wrote songs mostly because someone broke my heart, or, occasionally, I broke someone else’s heart, or some variation on that theme. I crashed a car; you rubbernecked at the wreckage (in a good way :)

When I’ve tried to write songs for you, ultimately so that I can spend another week on the road getting free drinks and promiscuous gazes, the songs are flat and nights are predictable.

So I’ve gone back out into the larger world, I’m going to let some life happen to me, and then, because it is my instinct, I’m going to write about it over a pleasing chord progression. I started writing songs to get girls, and now I’ve got one (and we’re not in the mood for heartbreaking at the moment), but I’ve got plenty of other concerns these days and I’m sure they’ll work themselves into a catchy set of tunes. And when they are done, I’ll come back to the LLC world and share them with you.

In the meantime, I have a feeling that Dave will keep you all entertained.

Life. Love. Cheers.

Misha

A Tale of Two Cities

Well, the dust has finally settled from Election 2006. Chellam and I parted with a handshake and a gritty embrace earlier today, at Dulles. He’s currently in the air somewhere between here and California, and I’m about to get on a plane bound for PDX.

One of us won big last Tuesday:

quit calling me macaca

One of us didn’t:

oh, the human-on-manity!

This is actually fairly typical for Chellam and I, and it’s why I traditionally seek out the candidate I believe in the least, then spend the entire cycle campaigning tirelessly on their behalf. In this case, I chloroformed young Roderick Santorum and assumed his identity just before the first returns came in.

Anyways. How are you guys? More importantly, what the fuck is going on with the LLC? And where’s that new song we promised you, like, ten days ago?

To be totally honest, I’ve had it sitting on my desktop since Halloween. (The song, not the band.) I’m going to master it when I get home. (Again, the song. Not the band.) It’s an outtake from Dave Lowensohn Dates Your Daughter, and I’ve actually kind of been kicking myself for not putting it on the CD. It’s a fine song, but that’s where it’s at.

Sorry to keep you all hanging.

Cheers,
Dave