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

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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!

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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!

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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! ;-)

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carry my voice – now available

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Billboard’s Top 10 Worst National Anthem Performances

My daily email from Billboard this morning featured “The Top 10 Worst National Anthem Performances EVER”, well, according to Billboard magazine and Monica Herrera. Of course I was intrigued. Over the years I have had several students call me in a mad panic having been asked to sing the National Anthem at a stadium or at a function of some sort. It seems to put the fear of God into any singer. It’s understandable. Usually the singer is required to sing it “a capella” which is not easy for most singers with any song…but the National Anthem isn’t just any song. The melody has a raised 4th in the verse which basically requires the singer to step out of the main key for a brief moment. The overall melody covers an octave and a half range, and does this in the first two bars. To cover that kind of distance in the voice requires control and some technique. Also, it is often performed at a stadium, which invariably creates an substantial echo or two, and unless the performer is wearing in ear monitors, or is seasoned enough to be able to tune this out, it can create a massive melodic train wreck, especially when the crowd usually sings along to the echo. So, yes it is challenging to say the least.

Based on Monica’s article, it seems there are three acceptable ways to perform the anthem. One:- Diva Style (Whitney Houston, Beyonce etc. Which means legato melody, belted out with vocal acrobatics galore). Two:- Traditional (a good singer just singing the melody no muss no fuss, with the acceptable run or blue note here and there) or Three:- Artistic (Marvin Gaye or an artist of any genre who cannot be tamed like a session singer….no matter what, they will sing it in a way that reflects what they do.)

Let’s look Monica’s choices for the worst performances of the National Anthem ever….

Coming in at number 10 is Josh Groban with Flea. Ok…I agree, this is an odd pairing but it’s not one of the worst ever performances by a long stretch. First of all, it takes balls of steel to walk out into the middle of a stadium with nothing but a bass player, a drummer and a brass section behind you. That would actually be more challenging than singing it ‘a cappella’…ESPECIALLY if you’re as accomplished, vocally as Josh Groban. Why? Well, there isn’t one instrument there that is polyphonic. The singer is relying on the various monophonic instruments to make up the harmony. Usually this is difficult to sing to due to issues with intonation, balance, rhythm and the list goes on. Therefore, I liked it. It was risque, it was odd. I would say that as the song reached the climax it’s a little lack luster due to the lack of solid harmony behind him. However, Josh sings on with conviction was unswayed, and flawless in his delivery. To call this one of the worst is just unfair. I might also like to add that to play the bass the way Flea did at the top of the song, requires some skill. I give Josh points for trying something different and changing it up. This goes in the Artistic category.

Next up at #9 was Keri Hilson. Keri Hilson forgot the words, caught it and fixed it in mid flight. Ok…not ideal, but It happens. At this moment you can hear the entire stadium commenting. Keri rose above it. Not easy to do. However, she did sing ‘a cappella’ and she did miss the alt note in the verse both times. This performance would go in the Diva category, however no self respecting Diva would miss that raised 4th note. So EEEEAAAAHHH thanks for playing. The girl can sing though, let it be known.

Ok…at #8 is R. Kelly. Oh dear. Mr. Kelly. Monica is spot on here in her noting that R. Kelly was clearly inspired by Marvin Gaye’s famous performance in 1983, although he does it his way. I also agree that it was unnecessary to have the dancers behind him. But, this falls into the Artistic category. R. Kelly is R. Kelly. He believes he can fly and lord help anyone who tells him otherwise. He does it his way and that is that. Also, it’s at a boxing match for Christ’s sake. Who the hell cares. People were entertained and they got their little dose of patriotism, all is well. It was cheesy yes, but it was R. Kelly.

#7 was Steven Tyler. This is just judgmental. To think that Steven Tyler would get up and perform this anthem any other way is naive. He starts with Harmonica and has his trademark scarves flying on the mic stand. He’s in tune as much as he needs to be, he gets the alt notes and adds some of his own….and he screams at the top of his damn lungs. This is “you either love him or you hate him” situation. I have at least 9 male students who would give their eye teeth to be able to scream like this at this range. Absolutely going into the Artistic category.

Ok…now we’re getting somewhere…coming in at number 6 is Jesse McCartney. Oh my dear lord…have Mehrcyah! I like how the news reader takes pity on Jesse and begs the question…”could you remember all the words to the national anthem if you were singing in front of millions of people?”. Well…most people might say yes I could. I’m not an American and I could do it, but the National Anthem for your country of birth should be like Happy Birthday. It’s permanently etched in your brain. That said, even if it isn’t, and you’re calling yourself a recording/performing artist of any description, who is about to perform in front of millions of people…you LEARN THE WORDS!!!! If you have stage fright to the point of distraction…you have the words written out in big text and have someone hold them up in front of you out of the way of the camera, or use a telepromopter. (I’ll admit that even this is lame, but some people need it). However, when you forget entire sections of the song (sections which coincidentally have the big notes) and don’t know the melody and don’t know how to sing in tune, nerves or no nerves, I’m sorry….GO HOME! There are so many more deserving performers. This just goes in the “WTF” category and is indeed one of the worst performances of the National Anthem EVER!

OK numero cinque….Aretha Franklin, Aaron Neville and Dr John. Dr. John and Aaron Neville, representing New Orleans and Aretha representing Detroit. To list any of Aretha’s performances of any song as one of the worst performance ever, and to put it AHEAD of Jesse McCartney’s tragic rendition takes some mighty ‘cajones’. To also poo poo a performance that has been designed to pay tribute to victims of the Katrina hurricane, well cajones or not, that’s just rude. However, this performance was disjointed without a doubt but not deserving of this list. First of all, Aaron does not have the “let me belt out this song right about now” type of voice, which a stadium gig almost begs. He’s a stylistic singer, who’s good in his range, and probably even better in a padded vocal booth with a studio microphone that can pick up the slightest wheeze deep inside one’s alveoli. Here he’s just lost, sonically. Completely lost. He’s doing his damnedest until Aretha marches in and just pretty much wipes the floor with him. Putting these two singers together in a stadium setting was just cruel. It’s like putting a lion and a mosquito in a boxing ring together and being surprised the mosquito fell down dead when the lion exhaled. But, Aaron represented his town, as did Dr. John…and he did a fine job. This goes in the Diva and Artistic category (and perhaps even the “weird tribute” category that we accept due to the circumstances).

Number 4. Scott Stapp from Creed. Horrible. Out of tune, wrong notes you name it. I’m not even going to dignify this with any further comment.

#3. To put Michael Bolton after that performance above that I’m not going to discuss, because I desperately want to erase it from my mind forever. The fact that my retina had to take a moment to process it for my brain at all is offensive to me on many levels. I know, I said I wasn’t going to comment, but that was until I watched Michael Bolton. Now, I’m not a Scott Stapp fan, but that is not why I’m offended by his performance. As I’ve said before, I’ll give anyone a go. I’m not a Michael Bolton fan either…not even a little, but to put this ahead of Scott Stapp is so wrong. Ok…Michael did have to look at his hand for his cheat lyrics which caused the entire stadium to murmur, but he didn’t mess up the lyrics as a result did he! He was prepared, even if it’s lame, he knew that he would forget that line and was prepared. I give him some props for this. KNOW YOURSELF. Don’t leave it up to chance. If you forget one line every time you practice it…you most likely will forget it live and then some. Of course we could argue that if you’re a professional you should never forget a line, but we’re not all Stepford Singers like Celine Dion. It happens. Prepare! Other than this little bungle, he does actually kill it. In quite a high key for his voice I might add. He even rises above the crowds mockery of his cheat sheet. No way this is worse than Scott Stapp. No Ha-way!

Before I even clicked on the link this morning I wondered where this next performance would rank. I knew it would have to be close to #1, if not #1. Roseanne Barr. It comes in at #2 and I say whatever. Who ever allowed her to do this is responsible. Not Roseanne. Apparently Roseanne was paying homage to Madonna….that is lost on me and I have no idea what that inside joke was about, but even if that is the case…spare the rest of us. Sense of humour or not (and I have a big one!) spare people’s ear drums and don’t waste my time.

Wait for it….#1…The WORST National Anthem Performance ever, according to Monica Herrera goes to Kat DeLuna. WTF? Who? This is worse than Roseanne Barr? Worse than Scott Stapp? Worse than Jesse? Kat DeLuna’s performance is lacking, no question. Frayed around the edges of her bravado, you can see the lack of confidence and towards the middle of the performance I wanted to run on stage and give the little girl a hug and tell her it will be ok. She’s a baby! This is personal me thinks. Let’s see…Monica Herrera (latina) and Kat DeLuna – who is of Domenican nationality and has had success in the Latin music genre. Yes. I think this is a case of Ms. Herrera letting her personal feelings, tastes and interests cloud her judgment. She calls Ms. DeLuna’s performance “a spectacular failure”. That is unfair. It is lacking, as I’ve said…but it’s also clear that Kat has some chops in there. And…even though Monica is adamant that Kat botches the final note, she’s wrong. Throughout her performance where she changes keys a few times (and not in a good way), she actually…in the very end, lands on the right note. I feel for these super young artists who have been thrown into the lions den because they have shown talent and they are easy on the eyes. To sing the US National Anthem, alone, a cappella, in front of thousands and sometimes millions of people is in no way easy. Monica is offended that Ms. DeLuna shows confidence in the midst of terror and maliciously points out that people booed at the end. Well, people also cheered which is more than you can say for Roseanne’s performance. People cheered at the end of Scott Stapp’s performance….which just goes to prove that many people cannot hear the water in their own shower let alone a good singer from a bad singer. There have been countless performers who have used audacity alone to sell records when devoid of real talent. The music industry wouldn’t exist without it. Kat DeLuna is not a true example of this. Yes she’s cute and she’s young. She’s bilingual and she can sing. Can she carry a tune a cappella…no way in hell, not this one. Is she an artist with a vision and something to say? I honestly don’t really know. I’m going to go with probably not. Kat is just a young girl who needs more experience. Needs to tame and harness her talents. But I digress. She is in no way deserving of the #1 spot.

Where oh where is Michael Paoletta when you need him? Enough with the music journalists that know diddly squat about music. Anyway…you have a look and let me know if that star spangled banner waves the way you like it. Land of the free? Home of the brave? Brave doesn’t cut it in Monica Herrera’s world.

Over and out!

Here’s a link to the Billboard article - check it out here.

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Goldfrapp – Hollywood Bowl

I am loving Goldfrapp’s new album – Head First. At first listen, I was taken aback by how “on the nose” 1980s it sounds, but hey, I was there (shhhh don’t tell anybody) so it quickly grew on me and now…I’m addicted. But I have loved every album they’ve made so far, so I guess you could safely say I’m a fan.. My good friend Sean invited me and friends to their show at The Hollywood Bowl. As we walked in, an usher lead us down towards the front row, and then across to the middle and I just about died. There honestly wasn’t a better seat in the house. So we had some wine, some food and listened to the amazing Buena Vista Social Club Orchestra as the sun went down (they were an odd choice to open for Goldfrapp I thought, but hey, I was into it). Overall, at that moment the vibe at The Bowl was amazing.

Finally Alison, Gregory and troupe came out, dressed head to toe in 1980s metallic spandex garb and draped in key-tars. Alison’s soprano soared over the Hollywood valley. It sounded gorgeous. But after the first song….several people around us got up and left. I was close enough to see the look on Alison Goldfrapp’s face. She kept her cool, but as a performer, I can imagine playing such a prestigious venue, full house, and how it would feel to have half the audience directly in front of you get up and leave either during or after the first song. The Bowl being the type of venue it is, people have their box and subscribe to the shows they want to see. The Bowl is divided into sections and if you’re not holding a ticket that puts you in the first 3 rows of the front, you can’t get there….in fact it’s pretty hard to move from any section at The Bowl once you’re situated. In this case it was obvious due to the odd pairing, a large part of the front row circle crowd came for Buena Vista, used their boxes for a bit of a show, dinner and drinks and then left when this weird electro-pop European group came on stage that they had no idea what to make of and clearly didn’t care for. Who can blame them. The music industry isn’t really designed for someone who is a fan of The Buena Vista Social Club to also be a fan of Goldfrapp. Two different demographics entirely. Not that everyone falls into this trap, but you know….

This left a few of us fans up the front all alone with ourselves. Now, I’ve been sandwiched in amongst people at concerts more times than I care to remember, wishing I had more room to move or to breathe. It was interesting for once to have the best seat in the house, nothing but space all around me and feel completely alone in my concert-goer excitement. Be careful what you wish for. Such a huge act and so many die hard fans there, but the best seats in the house, empty and the majority of fans in the nose bleed section.

Anyway, Alison didn’t disappoint, even though it was obvious the start rattled her. I’m sure she’s experienced and old enough to have figured out what happened. And, she’s enough of a professional to go within her own mind and take control o f her experience. And she did this with flying colours. Will Gregory did his best to get people moving and deflect for his partner. However, his outfit disturbed me a little bit, and I’m quite sure I wasn’t alone. He had full metallic spandex on and a blouse-y shirt. He’s grown out his fringe and hair…looking quite neanderthal-ish…in a new wave 80s way that is. But, in his typical “I’m-super-multi-talented-thank-you-very-much” fashion, he did rock the violin, the guitar and the key-tar and did a fair amount of singing in his bizarre ensemble. Alison stuck to singing this time and performing. Her voice soared over soprano to alto parts down to tenor parts with finesse. At one point, half way through, she reached her arms out towards the back and screamed with frustration “AURG! I wish you were closer to me!”. Damn straight! At that point I jumped out of my seat and bonded with the two gentleman to my right who were enjoying their date together and started to get into it as I wanted to. By the end of the night, literally, I was one of 4 people who right went up to the stage and had arms flailing and feet stomping. Now that’s not right is it, but what the hell….I felt like I had the whole band and the whole Hollywood Bowl to myself…now who’s the rock star?

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Carry My Voice

Carry My Voice, the song written for Michael Scott’s novel The Secrets of The Immortal Nicholas Flamel is now available on iTunes and cdbaby. It was written by yours truly and Antonio Gambale. You can read about Michael here http://www.dillonscott.com/ and you can hear the song here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHzjUch3dgQ I’ll let you know when it’s live!

Enjoy!

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Take your canvas Bags to the Supermarket

Watch this video!!!!

Tim Minchin. Man after my own heart. Yes…take your canvas bags to the supermarket. Goddamnit.

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Death To The Plastic Bag

I loathe plastic bags…I mean…LOATHE them.

Here’s some reasons why…
- Four out of five grocery bags in the US are now plastic.
- Plastic bags cause over 100,000 sea turtle and other marine animal deaths every year when animals mistake them for food.
- Our consumption rate of plastic bags is more than 500 billion plastic bags annual – 1 million per minute.
- The average family accumulates 60 plastic bags in only four trips to the grocery store.
- According to The Wall Street Journal, the U.S. goes through 100 billion plastic shopping bags annually. An estimated 12 million barrels of oil is required to make that many plastic bags.
- Single-use bags made of high-density polyethylene (HDPE) are the main culprit. Once brought into existence to tote your purchases, they’ll accumulate and persist on our planet for up to 1,000 years.

I mean…for crying out loud. That’s just unacceptable. Don’tcha think? I’m not usually one to preach, but we can stop this…surely.

Reusable bags…look into it. And, if you already use them vigilantly, then try to turn around those in your life that don’t.

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