Cover Song Fridays (Elliott Smith)

Over the past four years, I’ve developed a three-hour set of songs, many being my own songs I’ve written, but I also play some covers.

I’ve never been one to learn a bunch of songs by some other artist. However, if forced to play covers out of necessity, I’m going to play songs by people I really like. Elliott Smith is one of them.

This is my 2nd Cover Song Friday since I’ve gotten rolling.

This one is “Rose Parade” and I’m happy with this version; recording on my back deck.

Will try to do one of these each Friday.

Creative Continuation

I was thinking the other day about creative output and how it relates to my own production. During the time I was focused on writing, I put out four books from 2005 to 2014, which also included my repurposed Moxie book in 2012, sold to Down East Books (now Rowman & Littlefield). Remarkably, this book continues to sell and I’m sure it’s one of the better-selling regional releases for New England from that period.

Those years also included a host of articles for publications; alt weeklies, trade journals, and newspapers, both local and regional. I launched this blog in 2012, as a platform for content and became a practitioner of “shipping” (as Seth Godin frequently talks about). It was routine for me to create and post three to five blog entries each week.

Since 2018, I’ve been focused like a laser on music, another side of the creative process.  First, playing guitar daily in order to advance my playing. But just as important—writing my own songs. Over the course of that time, I’ve written 30+ songs. I have two Eps and two full-length releases available for purchase on Bandcamp.

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Releasing (hit) Singles

Spent the month of February recording a record/CD. I still say “record” because I grew up with records. When I mention that I have a “new record” what I mean is that it’s a grouping of songs with some thematic consistency—just like rockers used to make. Actually, musicians still do it apparently, as there is this thing called the RPM challenge. This year’s February call motivated me to get off my duff and cobble together some new material, and gather an assorted unreleased track or two that’s been sitting there for a year or more. I also re-recorded a new version of an older song.

Full discloser…I didn’t complete my project in February so technically I couldn’t pimp my new release along with all the others on RPM’s platform. That’s okay. I would rather make sure that I had a group of songs I really liked rather than feeling I was a song short.

In fact, that’s what I had at the end of February. Eight songs, seven I really dug, but track #8 just didn’t seem right. On a darker collection of songs, you gotta’ give a listener a little hope, right?

As a songwriter that’s been mining life lived after tragedy, it’s been hard not to write songs that tend towards the downer side. The clusterfuck called COVID didn’t help, at least it didn’t help me. What felt like governmental dictats—two weeks to flatten the curve, then weeks turning into months, etc. Gigs cancelled, me back in my bunker in the dark. Shit! Worse, people began pulling away from family and friends. To me, it felt similar to what I felt following Mark’s death in 2017.

But not to despair. So yeah—the record isn’t a reworking of “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” But I’m not apologizing. If you know who T. Rex were, get what Arlo Guthrie was doing with his talking blues and “Alice’s Restaurant” and have a clue about newer bands like Car Seat Headrest, then you’ll at least understand (if not love) the new release.

Friday, March 4, I sat down with my Epiphone acoustic and came up with a chord progression. I then started jotting down words in my lyric notebook. Then, scratching out and rewriting. In about an hour’s time, I had “Kick the Darkness,” what is now my single and a somewhat hopeful capstone to the new record, “Living in Some Strange Days.” The cover, done by old friend and Canadian expat Jonathan Braden (living in Europe these days) is ambiguous in an amazing way!

[CD cover-Jonathan Braden design]

The song, based on Bruce Cockburn’s “Lovers in a Dangerous Time” namechecks a host of Canadian performers I’ve been a fan of over the years: Cockburn, The Tragically Hip, Eric’s Trip, Sloan, Matt Mays, and Joel Plaskett (and the Joel Plaskett Emergency). Someone I know, a fellow musician told me he thought the single sounded like Lou Reed to him. I’ll take that as a compliment.

The new songs will be showing up on various streaming platforms thanks to Distrokid: Spotify, YouTube Music, Apple Music, Deezer, Amazon, etc. One of my favorite streaming services modeled after an actual radio station with real DJs picking and playing the songs is Amazing Radio. They have a US station, as well as one in the UK. There is cross-pollination, especially with the artists and releases.

I got an email yesterday (April 7) that my song was going to be played on Cubs the Poet’s show that night. I was playing a gig down the coast in Rockland, so I figured I’d come home from gigging and sit with a beer and unwind and catch the show. “Kick the Darkness” got played at around 11:50. While it as amazing to hear my own song coming out of the speaker, it hit me that it was going out all over the world. So cool! The new release is in production, and I should have actual physical copies available soon. Keep your eyes on my Bandcamp page for availability.

I think 2022 will really be the Summer of Baumer, aka, JimBaumerMe.

Oh, and I have a video (by Vizy) for the single.

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JimBaumerMe Featured in Bangor Daily News (Dec. 28)

JimBaumerMe, above the fold (Bangor Daily News, 12/28)

BIDDEFORD, Maine — All things considered, it’s been a decent year for Jim Baumer. The artist wrote a few dozen songs, put out his first EP and networked his way to 45 gigs at pubs and other stages across New England.

But it wasn’t that long ago that Baumer, a writer, didn’t play music at all. Although he’d always wanted to, it wasn’t until his son’s death that he began to devote time to it.

Mark Baumer was a writer and climate activist who died in January 2017 at age 33. He was struck by a car and killed in Florida while walking across the U.S. to raise awareness about climate change, and to raise funds for a friend’s environmental organization. He was reportedly wearing a high-visibility vest at the time he was struck and walking against traffic in accordance with safety guidelines. His death was a national story.

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John Prine Didn’t Do Lo-fi

America is an atomized and disconnected space. I’ve felt that disconnection in a visceral way since January 21, 2017. That’s the night my wife and I learned that our only son had been killed: walking along an isolated stretch of highway in Florida. Mark had just turned 33.

In my case, loneliness feels exacerbated by social media. To be truthful, there are moments when it seems like it might be part of sinister plan concocted by our overlords to keep us as divided and disconnected as never before. Why even make the effort to remain connected when you can push a button on your screen?

I don’t know a lot about Ben Sasse, senator from Nebraska. I’ve heard him speak on news shows and I know he has a book called Them: Why We Hate Each Other—and How To Heal. Personally, I have little hope that we’ll stop hating each other—that’s not my point, here. But in reading something over the weekend about Sasse and his book, I was reminded again about my opening point: our isolation (and how I cope daily with my own).

Sasse’s book addresses elements like an “evaporation of social capital,” which is the “glue that binds us together,” as I’ve written about before. This one item struck me just like someone had slapped me in the face. “Loneliness—not obesity, cancer or heart disease—is the nation’s number one health crisis.” Sasse writes that “persistent loneliness reduces average longevity more than twice as much as does heavy drinking and more than three times as much as obesity, which often is a consequence of loneliness.” Or, you could be so fucking lonely that you just end it for good and kill yourself. To feel isolated day after day takes a toll. Continue reading