Good peeps, it’s not very often that I ask something of you. But today, I am.
Perhaps some of you are still wondering what the hell The Daily Dose is all about (because we STILL can’t figure out how to get our app to show up on our Facebook Fan Page. Argh. It is NOT easy).
The deal is this: wine, cheese and music. New music. Old music. Stuff I can’t live without. And together, it’s kind of like George Costanzas’ TV/sex/food thing… a perfect trifecta.
The hope is to get other people to dig it as much as me and hopefully, you. Every bit counts. So, to all of you who’ve e-mailed the link around your friends, asked them to join us on Facebook, embedded the widget on blogs, retweeted our tweets etc., thanks a mill! LOVE that. Love YOU.
And in lieu of the friggin’ Facebook app, we do have a really cool RSS feed which works great in a Google reader. Subscribing is easy. And that’s what I’m asking you to do. SUBSCRIBE IN A READER. Here’s the feed:
http://outlandosmusic.com/DailyDose/rss.php
Thanks for helping. Honestly, it’s hard to ask but I have to. I can’t do this without you guys.
I owe you all ice cold beers. I’m good for them.
Viva la trifecta!
xo
Kate
7/27/09 | Comments (0)Tags: CUT THROUGH THE NOISE, KATE BRADLEY, OUTLANDOS MUSIC, Seinfeld —
You know the drill… taking our cue from Seth Godin with the idea that what unites us is more than music — basically, if we share the same taste in music, we likely share the same taste in other stuff, as seemingly useless as it occasionally may be. Hence, this month’s compendium:
5 Freakin’ Fascinating Ways to Waste Time at Work This Week
Oh, the painstaking research that’s gone into this. But really, every last one of these is worth the on-the-clock-dilly-dally.
Prepare for your pretty little heads to be blown away. Seriously. Who has the time?
2. The Mystical Power of the Wolf-T
Lo and behold. It’s more than just a T-shirt. Who knew? They could be onto something.
“I admit it, I’m a ladies’ man. And when you put this shirt on a ladies’ man, it’s like giving an AK-47 to a ninja….” You know you want to read more. And you should. Be sure to scroll down to Customer Reviews.
Hard to describe really. Perhaps I’ll be doing this in my 60s. The broad is my favorite.
A cappella occasionally gets a bad rap. Yes, it’s cheesy. But holy crap, also cool.
Okay, not exactly fascinating but if you’re in the killiing-time mode, here’s my first ever radio appearance where I wasn’t behind the mic — “addressing the needs of the active adult,” apparently 
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Click here and scroll down, my excerpt is the second one (in purple). Thanks Living Well! Nice people.
xo
7/20/09 | Comments (1)Tags: CUT THROUGH THE NOISE, IN SHORT, KATE BRADLEY, Living Well Radio, OUTLANDOS MUSIC, Seth Godin, The Voca People —
My Mom
Think about it like this. Not only are you competing with a bijillion other musicians out there — both established and off the couch — but now, thanks to Twitter and Facebook (MySpace is soooooooo last century) you’re competing with my mom. Seriously. If her micro-blogging content is more compelling than yours, you’re screwed.
After all, fans are semi-limited. There’s only so much room we have in our hearts. And only so much time in the day. And only so much money to give/spend. And we are hella choosy. If you don’t have me at RT, somebody else will. And that somebody could very well be my mom. Or your mom. Or Joe the Plumber.
Web 3.0 = everyone has the potential to have an audience, to have fans. It’s like some uber-version of Warhol’s 15 minutes of fame. Only now it’s 140 characters or less. So yours better be good.
xo
7/13/09 | Comments (1)Tags: CUT THROUGH THE NOISE, Fans, KATE BRADLEY, OUTLANDOS MUSIC, Twitter —
Guest post this week from an astounding singer-songwriter, Peter Mulvey, whose new record Letters from a Flying Machine streets this August: “Eight songs, interspersed with four prose pieces over music, framed as letters to my various nieces and nephews written on airplanes. The first one sets the place and the theme and they go from there.” Brilliant.
Hear Peter reading the below letter here. Hear the song that goes with it here.
17th of June 2009
Over the Great Lakes
Dear Edgar-
Last week your father and I hooked up trailers behind our bicycles, and trundled you and your sister into them over your initial strident protests. Then we all rode twelve miles along the Hank Aaron trail, down by the ballpark and through the Menominee River valley. As we rode along, I marveled, as I often do, at these extraordinary machines, which allowed us to cover the distance at a brisk but relaxed clip in a little over an hour.
But that is nothing: courtesy of a very different machine, I am at this moment hurtling Eastward, eight miles over Ontario — over land, and water, and little herds of cumulus clouds far below.
Further, I am writing this letter with yet another machine; a mechanical pencil that would have flipped DaVinci’s wig. And who knows what he would have made of the pocket-sized computer that is currently playing a Bach sonata through tiny speakers hidden in my ears…
Oh, the gadgetry! To make this recording, these amazing sounds must have leapt from an Italian violin, into a German microphone, to be rendered as ones and zeros somewhere in the dark of a Japanese hard drive.
And I wonder, did Bach write these notes down with a goose quill? With ink made from – what?—charcoal, linseed oil, and water?
And at this very moment, the smell of baking cookies has filled this flying machine. They are baking cookies in the sky, Edgar. Seriously, in the late Twenty-First Century, when you’re teleporting from here to there or traveling by personal jet-pack or however you get around, will there be cookies involved?
But all these wonders, all these machines, all that is nothing, too — or less than nothing if there is such a thing. Because there are people alive on Earth who could go twelve miles along the Hank Aaron trail in a little over an hour an hour on foot. Barefoot, no less. Because the sky is and was full of birds.
Because this music must have sparked to life somewhere in the wet dark of Bach’s brain.
Anyhow, when they come down the aisle, I believe I’ll have a cookie. You keep up the good work.
Love,
Uncle Peter
www.petermulvey.com
Tags: CUT THROUGH THE NOISE, KATE BRADLEY, LETTERS FROM THE ROAD, OUTLANDOS MUSIC, Peter Mulvey —
