HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH BERGMAN!

Sarah Bergman, a friend who has styled me on more than one occasion (One of the best stylists in the universe in fact), is having a birthday today. Here is a little gallery of creations from her collection. An ode to her style! Sarah, from everyone in Libby Lavella land, HAPPY BIRTHDAY mate. We love you! AITCH! (all photos by Carol Sheridan, except live shot by Erin Stelzer)

styled by Sarah Bergman

and there are more here

Audition – The Voice – Mark Burnett

I just returned home from Center Staging Studios where I auditioned for a show coming out on NBC later this year called The Voice. It’s a Mark Burnett production. I thought I’d give a blow by blow account as it is extremely important if you audition for these types of things to know what to expect (as much as you can). First of all, I haven’t been on an audition of this sort in a little while. I haven’t wanted to, but this show sounded different, cool in fact. It’s allegedly, just about the voice, not age or appearance, and the judges are blindfolded. From what I can gather if the judge/coach takes off the blindfold then they assign themselves to that singer and are responsible for grooming throughout the competition to win. Sounded intriguing.

Also, I wanted to go because I was offered an appointment to audition (so no lines) and as I teach singers, who regularly go out for these types of open calls, I wanted to freshen up my experience in the area, if nothing else. It’s all well and good to sit there saying do this, don’t do this, but there is nothing like hands on experience to share. So off I went. The baby was taken care of this morning, I took my guitar, several backing tracks and myself. No matter what they say, I’m over 30 and not exactly the most genre specific artist on the planet, so I had no great expectations of anything moving beyond base camp 1.

I arrived to a line around the block…there were already, at 9:00am, thousands of hopeful singers there. Here’s the first tip. If you go and are going to be waiting in line, take a fold up chair, water, food to eat, a hat, a coat if necessary and wear sunscreen. People were already getting dehydrated and tired. Some people are probably still standing in line as I write this. Also, minimize how much you talk to people in line. If you’re in line for 5 hours and you talk the whole time, you will be most likely tired and vocally fatigued by the time you get in the door. I would suggest taking an iPod and listening to your song (or songs) of choice and occasionally referencing some vocal exercises. You can do a number of exercises without belting to kingdom come. Humming work, light oos and glottal fricative stuff for example. Many singers underestimate the importance of just listening. I strongly recommend recording yourself singing your songs and then listen back to yourself singing them. It is invaluable to hear it yourself (outside of yourself) before you present it. Also..spend some time just deep breathing. When you’re nervous and your heart rate gets going….it’s hard to breathe properly…so slow deep breathing gets the heart rate down and will help you relax, which means you can breathe.

Ok, I didn’t have to stand in line, (which was quite nice) but that part, isn’t overly surprising as to what to expect. you’re in line, until called, and you just have to deal with that. Be prepared.

In these things, you are usually not alone when you sing. There are usually more than one person called a time, groups of 3 -5 and they ask you stand together, or wait while each person sings. Here is where I would suggest having more than one song prepared. If the person next to you sings your song, then you’re completely screwed. Also, if you can’t be prepared to sing more than one song at any given moment, than you may want to consider whether or not you’re ready to this at all. Here’s my experience point by point.

I was ushered into line with 4 other people. One girl, African American gal, with really beautiful wild curly hair. A Hispanic guy called Julio. Another gal, white girl who was hippie-ish leaning towards alternative. Then a lovely lovely Hawaiian girl called Chessa and me. We were put in order and told to stay that way. There were two rooms. The open call room and the appointment room. The appointment room had the casting director and a vocal coach. The open call room had probably a similar set up. If you’re there on an appointment they are expecting more, no doubt about that. Not that there isn’t talent in the open call line, there was! I heard them! But there is no screening…so anyone and everyone who thinks they can sing, is there…they have to be screened. So what they would do after they screened them, is they would either ask them to come back tomorrow or join the appointment line.

We were all called in together. The casting director, Michelle McNulty was there with a vocal coach, whom I didn’t recognize. He didn’t say a word, nor did he smile or react to anything. Michelle was lovely, and gave us all an intro to her right hand man who told us what to expect. In the email I received it said that tracks were preferred, but then, literally minutes before I was about to sing, they changed this. A Capella only or instrument. Now, if you are a singer who had only prepared one song with a backing track, again, you’d be screwed. You must be prepared for anything in this situation. One of the people in our group literally started to shake…didn’t know what to do.

The first gal got up to sing. Introduced herself. They asked her what she was going to sing…she sang the lead song from Miss Siagon. She had a drop dead amazing set of pipes…blew the roof off the place. When she was finished they said thank you…and that was it. Then Julio walked up. He sang a song called Water. He was ok…a nice voice, but his mistake here, I thought, was that the song went around and around in about a 6 note range…it didn’t go anywhere. Now the song may go somewhere in the second half, so if that is the case, start with the second verse. The audition panel looked bored and stopped him. Thanked him, and he left. Then the other gal, white gal, got up. She sang something I can’t remember. She was clearly nervous and it seemed the nerves brought her undone. Her voice was shaking and a little out of control. She also looked like she was coming from a hike or a gym class, her hair wasn’t even brushed! People…if you want to get to the next room to be in a TV show about performers, LOOK LIKE A PERFORMER! Look like the genre you are professing to be involved in. It’s CASTING! That means, they want to know exactly what style you are and if you fit the boxes they are looking to fill. If it’s ambiguous than they won’t know what to do with you. Some people look great in t-shirt and jeans…some people don’t. Make an effort and if you don’t know what to do, ask someone who knows. The #1 mistake I saw today was the way people were dressed. You don’t have to go all out, but people hear what they see first, especially when they are casting a show. True.

Then Chessa went. She was nervous, especially after the first girl blew the roof off the joint. I looked at her and said, “honey, do your thing! Don’t worry about anyone else. Loose yourself in the moment and don’t worry about anyone else!” She looked at me relieved and thanked me. She said she was glad I was there. I could tell she had a shot. She was gorgeous, young and she was dressed like a performer. They immediately liked her and started to engage her. She sang a song from Dreamgirls, I’m Changing. Mistake. Avoid, At Last, Dreamgirls, Beyonce, Christina Aguilera and Katy Perry. Once she started they looked disappointed. But, they stopped her and asked her to sing something else, something more age appropriate and current. So, she launched into Cee Lo’s “F*#! You”. Mistake! BIG Mistake. No-one wants to hear a pretty little girl swearing when performing. It’s a TV show. You can’t swear on TV, and now, they can’t even use your film if they want to. They all sort of shrugged. She was beautiful, and had a beautiful voice, and she had a shot, but sang the wrong stuff.

At this point, I decided (as I was fairly certain this was not going to be for me or I for them) just to take my guitar and sing a Patty Griffin song. I had 5 other songs in mind to do, but just thought, you know…2 girls just blew everybody’s hair back and didn’t get a nod, so obviously they hear a lot of that. I’m not going to do that either. I’m just going to be me. I took my guitar up to the mic, the sound man plugged me in. Quick check on the tuning. They asked if I was British, I explained to the contrary that I’m Aussie. They asked me to start. I sang Moses by Patty Griffin. They let me sing the whole song (or just about to the end of the out chorus) and thanked me, said that it was great. And that was that. It felt good. I love that song. It also felt age appropriate for me and showed exactly who I am and what I do. So that, whether or not anything came out of it…it would be 100% authentic.

Brushing up on this type of experience, that the things to consider are as follows:

1 – Be prepared. Know your songs inside and out. The WHOLE song. Prepare more than one in the same style. Be prepared to sing something else at a moment’s notice. Avoid profanity and be true to your style.

2 – DRESS THE PART. You don’t have to break out the sequins and the spandex, but look like the performer you want to be. You need to let them see what you would look like on stage. Jeans and a T-Shirt can be stage worthy, if done right. Consult with a stylist or a friend who you think has style. It is SUPER important!!!

3 – Remember that the person before you is not you. Don’t compare yourself to them. Be secure in who you are and know what you’re about. Go with yourself.

4 – Perform for these people. Try to move them. It will mean more than pretending your someone you’re not.

5 – Breathe.

6 – Most importantly, if you are not asked to come back or given a thumbs up, it doesn’t mean you are not talented or attractive or too old or whatever your worst criticism of yourself is. It probably means you are not what they are looking for. Simple as that. Onwards and upwards.

Waiting to audition, I heard countless good singers. Being a good, even great singer is the easy part in these circumstances. Remember you are a package. They will assess you as such.

Good luck! Hope this helps.

Live At Largo – update

Hey everyone. So, as you know, I printed only 100 copies of Live At Largo, and I am not having anymore printed. It was released on Jan 17th, and now there are only 40 hard copies left. The 20 copies (first sold) are all accounted for and soon I will announce the first show of the year to those people and all details.
Thank you for your support…and hope you enjoy the music! There will be more to come this year.

Live At Largo

It’s done, it’s here, it’s live, it’s out, it’s airborne!

The first 20 people who purchase, will get the following; A personal invitation to a private show this year (assuming you’re in Los Angeles! (yes I’ve had people from around the world the take this opportunity to mess with me)). BUT!!! – The show will be filmed and you will either be part of the feature, or have access to it after the fact. A personal thank you on my next album due out next year and an mp3 of an unreleased live track from these recordings. You also get the added benefit of supporting independent music! ;-)

How can you order?
CDBaby, go to http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/lavella3

Bandcamp go to http://libbylavella.bandcamp.com

iTunes.

Can’t wait for you to hear it!
Thank you for supporting independent music.
Libby Lavella xx

I bootlegged myself…Live At Largo

Yes….after many many a hurdle, it’s done. It seems so easy, take recordings from 10 different shows and find the best of the best. Then put it all together and release it as a collection. But no. If it were all my music it would have been easier, but still not as easy as it sounds. Here are the steps I’ve taken to get it to the final stage.

1 – Listen to each recording (and each is a flat one track recording from top to bottom with one microphone in the room, not at all forgiving of room noise and audience scuffle etc) and choose not just the song to keep, but the stage banter as well and where to cut the track before and after each song. Considering each performance was roughly 35 mins to 2 hours…that took some time.

2 – Once selected, splice it all together and listen to it ad-nauseum to make sure it’s good (according to me of course).

3 – Find the publishers for each cover song, contact them and ask permission to use the song and pay the mechanical license to use their song. This takes forever and it’s paper pushing at it’s finest. Only Edie Brickell gave me permission gratis. What a fucking rock star she is! But she does want a copy of it, which I’m a little nervous about, because I did fudge one of the words on her song…it’s not a big one, and it still is in keeping with the sentiment of the song, but still….hopefully she’ll be forgiving.

4 – Contact all musicians featured on tracks and ask their permission to use the tracks.

5 – Decide on track listing sequence. This is one of the most pain staking things about putting any collection together. I drove the producers on Sometime In Morning CRAZY with this…eventually they just stopped returning my calls and emails about it. I know these things tend to end up on an iPod contraption now and get muddled up anyway, but I still believe in the art of the album. Call me what you like…I dig it.

6 – Ask Jaime Sickora, engineer very nicely, to cut it up professionally and trim the fat (so to speak) and get it ready for mastering. Go to Henson Studios and do this with her. Fun times.

7 – Ask Dave Collins to master it. Once approved, drive it over to Dave Collins Mastering and wait for him to make it sound better. And he does

8 – Contact Ryan Glendening, graphic artist extraordinaire to work up some stuff for a cover. Wait for that, receive, make changes, repeat. Write copy for the album, collect all publishing info for the album and think about thank you and such.

9 – Get it back from Mastering. Listen to it again ad-nauseum. Hear some tweaks, take it back to Dave Collins to fix and wait for the final CD.

10 – Once master is done, and art work is done, select manufacturing service to put it together and send it off for press. Wait.

11 – Meet with wordsmith Simon Glickman to discuss the album and allow him to use his literally genius mind rewrite my bio.

…..and here is where I am right now. It shouldn’t have taken me a year and change but granted there has been a lot going on. Um let’s see….a car accident that put me in hospital, a broken ankle, a death in the family, a lost dog (for 4 days), a baby (not to make light of that one, probably should put this first…) and I’m back in school….seriously, when I list it all like that, it’s a wonder it was finished at all. But it is and I’m super duper excited about it. I’m more excited after sitting with Simon the other day to discuss it. He asked me some questions that made me think…such as, why I decided to do this, and what certain songs mean to me, why I selected the pieces I did out of soooo much material?

A lot came out of that discussion, but what I can tell you I realized how lucky I am and proud to be a part of a community of musicians who can set a date to play together, show up, and in the hours before the show, figure out what to do while sipping on wine and then step onto a stage and all commit to the music without complete faith in the moment. The fact that people showed up to hear it was icing on the cake. Also, in a business that is now so auto-tuned and spliced and diced, I think it’s a rare thing to release something so rough around the edges. I bootlegged myself and I’m not afraid to show it.

Lastly. I have only pressed 100 copies. It will be a one off release and anything else will be online only. I’ll be putting out the word as soon as it’s ready for purchase.

MUAH!

The Swell Season – Live At The Hollywood Bowl

Ok….order is officially restored. By order, I mean my soul. The Swell Season, blew my head off at The Hollywood Bowl. AH-MAH-ZING! Simple, no bells, no whistles, no gimmicky outfits, no set design, no projected images…just straight up good music exceptionally well performed. The line up was, The Bird & The Bee, She & Him and the aforementioned. We missed The Bird & The Bee, unfortunately. I like them, but have not had the opportunity to see them live, which as you know solidifies for me the future like or dislike of an act. But I heard they were good, and put on a good show. From the photos I saw, and the reviews I’ve read, they had sequins with their shenanigans, some choreography to boot, and had the goods to back it up. I did see She & Him. Zoey is beyond cute to look at, and M. Ward is undeniably talented. The band, who’s names I can’t share with you as, neither Zoey nor M. had the courtesy to introduce any member of the band. The Chapin Sisters sang back up for them and jumped up and down with Zoey on cue, they got a mention, but the musos…nah! Bad form, just bad f’ing form. However, I liked the music. It was fun, light-hearted and adequately presented. Zoey proved that she’s more than just an actress having a go at music, she has a cool sound to her voice, even though, she is still wrapping her chops around control of her dynamics. She sounded best when there was less sound to get above. She had a go at the rhodes and at the piano…it was clear that she can only play what she has rehearsed, but it was fine for this kind of show. Even though there was nothing raw about it, not edge of my seat moment, it was fun for the atmosphere and again, I genuinely enjoyed the music.

The Huffington Post’s article said it best “The first few opening bars of The Swell Season’s set made it clear that the children had been put to bed”. 100% agree. When Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova hit the stage, the first thing Glen did was introduce the band as they were strapped themselves in to their axes and toms. The crowd roared in approval and at that moment I knew I was not the only one to frown upon She & Him’s overt negligence. Glen then strapped himself in to his busted up acoustic that literally will soon be more holes than wood. He proceeded to play solo with Marketa straining to support him vocally. He sang so hard that I could feel myself being quickly converted to his religion. I was already a member of the congregation, but now I’m born again. O….M….G!!!!! I can understand the feeling of being placed on a stage like that with a full house, after struggling for soooo many years. His energy wreaked of gratitude and satisfaction. Marketa, as usual, played it cool and took it all her stride. She’s humble and solid. I do wish she’d dress just a little bit more….I realize it’s part of the charm, in a Rickie Lee Jones kind of way, that she can wear a cotton nothing sack and still rock the house, but just a little attention to personal style wouldn’t hurt….I mean…just a tad. But that’s just me. I know. I know. I complain when they do and complain when they don’t. Understand, it’s important to have the entire package to me. When the outfit is over compensating for lack of talent, it pisses me off. When the outfit understates the venue and the amount of talent, i get it, but just wish there was a little more.

Either way, this was one of the best shows I have ever seen. Glen’s performance especially. He brought tears to my eyes. He made me jump out of my seat. He made me speechless and submissive. This is a talent that can sing with so much raw power and emotion and then in an instant have the softest sound that still reverberates over the heads 14,000 people. His guitar takes a beating along with it…masterfully. He’s untouchable. He’s en fuego!

He talked about playing Santa Monica Promenade as a busker. I knew he had busked (hence the movie), but to see him in this light, and then imagine him as one of the nameless faces playing The Promenade just put it all in perspective. I guess it just goes to show. Never give up on your art. Do it for the love of it. Build and they will come, or perhaps, in this industry, they may come…they may not, but do it anyway. Thanks Swell Season, for restoring my soul. Just the basics, and some of the best sound I’ve ever heard.

You can read more, and see and hear more at The Huffington Post. Here. Enjoy!

Cracker Night

The 4th of July makes me miss home. Around this time (if memory serves me correctly…which could be unlikely!) when I was a little girl, we’d have a night in Australia that we’d call “Cracker Night”…short for Firecracker Night. It’s long gone now, mostly due to the heavy fires that regularly rage through the Australian bush, creating justified fire bans all the time. Thus, firecrackers in the hands of locals without a license is completely illegal now. When I think back…it’s insane that we had them at all. Usually my Dad or a family male friend would create a mound of sand in the middle of the back yard and stick a firecracker in it, light it and run for the edges…usually about 5 or 6 feet away…where EVERYBODY was sitting and we’d wait 30 seconds or so until the bright lights filled our eyes. Then repeat until we’d used up the $5 bag of fun. Whatever was left, the boys would use to blow up letter boxes or torture a stray cat. I always looked forward to it though. Now, not so little, I watch really big fireworks go off at Dodger Stadium from my balcony and raise a glass to two countries I call home, Australia and America. Both have their pluses and their minuses, but they are both home to me. Then I listen while the locals let off their own illegal fireworks all night long while they play mariachi music. I try to console my dog who cannot wait for it to all be over. Fun times! Happy 4th of July everyone…or Cracker Night…whichever you prefer! ;-)