Dunning-Kruger CDs!

On Tuesday, August 11, my shipment of Dunning-Kruger CDs arrived! I was anxious to get them and start mailing. This project felt overdue: I'd finished all my own parts several weeks back, but was waiting on a guitar solo from Chris Assells and final artwork from Greg Gierowski before I could print. I'd always envisioned mid-August as my release date, though, so everything worked out fine.

For some reason, I'm really feeling a surge of postpartum depression on this project. The day the CDs were to arrive, all I could do was putter around the house, doing little chores here and there. When the box came at around 2:30, most of my mailers and letters were already printed, and I stuffed envelopes like crazy so I could get to the post office.

With the slowdown of mail - something I've already experienced as an Amazon reseller - even the excitement of finally shipping this album was tempered by fears that some of these packets would wind up in the trash. It's not impossible: a box with 15 copies of my previous CD which I handed to a postal clerk disappeared without a trace, even with tracking!

But ultimately it's hard for anything to rain too heavily on my parade. I'm overjoyed to have this album printed and out in the world, and can't wait to hear what people think. 

The next album - a double guitar instrumental CD - is already 70% complete (thanks, COVID!) so I'm taking a little breather and catching up on family pictures, letters, etc.

The Dunning-Kruger Countdown

The wait (by ME, at least) is almost over!

Music and Artwork for THE DUNNING-KRUGER EFFECT have been approved, and the presses are rolling!

Very gratified to get a second CD out this year, with another project due by November!

More news soon. Tell your friends!

Looking For New Sounds!

INDIE MUSICIANS! I would like to meet and trade CDs with like-minded independent musicians. I want to get beyond download links and actually build new relationships centered around music. My influences run from Zappa to The Who to Beefheart to Beatles, 90's Alternative, Classical, Blues, etc. Though I have a Bandcamp account (https://dinodimuro1.bandcamp.com) I very much want to trade physical CDs or even cassettes and vinyl. Thanks for your attention! Contact me at recordings@aol.com - Dino

The Dunning-Kruger Effect

Wow! Been a while!

Since I last posted, I retired from my job (been off for a year) and released my first new solo CD in almost 10 years: I DON'T KNOW TOMORROW.

Our lease at the Gower house was ending last March, and Sharon and I had been seriously looking to pull up stakes for a move to the Oregon Coast. We looked at several houses but none of them were right, and after Sharon's job at Vintage ended, there was some uncertainty about her work situation.

I finished I DON'T KNOW last November, and it took my friend Greg a few weeks to deliver the Artwork, which is wonderful. As soon as I was done, I started packing up my music gear, thinking I wouldn't be able to start a new project until after the move. I was sad, because putting out a new CD really got my fire roaring again, and I already had the outline for the follow up: "The Dunning-Kruger Effect." And the next two after!

Anyway, Sharon DID get a new, permanent job, and we didn't find anything close to the perfect house, so we made the tough but reasonable choice to stay here at least one more year. Of course I immediately resumed work on my music and have been cranking away much faster, having ironed out many of the kinks last year.

Even though retired, I also did a few days a month for my friend Mike Wilhoit at Westwind Post in Burbank, which was just enough to keep my skills sharp. Even before the pandemic, the work there dried up and I don't see anything else happening until possibly next year.

But it's amazing to me how things worked out for our family. I cannot even imagine what it would have been like to be moving right now, with the added pressure of masks and social distancing and with so many businesses closed. Another thing that happened was that Sharon's Mom got very sick just about the time we would have been leaving, and though she recovered, it would have been quite stressful not to be nearby.

Today I am about 70% finished with Dunning-Kruger. I am dealing with a boring pass of micro-editing that many artists wouldn't even bother with (but they probably play better than me, so...) and then it's time for drums, vocals, and final mixing.

My friend Greg, when he turned over the artwork for I DON'T KNOW, kind of laughingly said: "Slow down! I may not have time for the next one!" However, like most of us he wound up at home with more free time than expected. He just wrote and told me he had three out of four mockups ready, which really put a bullet in my butt. People are gonna actually hear this thing! I wanna make it good, but frankly this music will be a lot more challenging and there may be fewer nice emails after it goes out. But so far, I'm very happy with it.

KLAATU: The Band, The Record

My next album-related topic will be about the band KLAATU.

I recently picked up a decent copy of their third album, SIR ARMY SUIT, at a dollar sale. Their name was familiar but I couldn't remember why.  For a short time I thought they were STARSAILOR, a group that Rolling Stone once termed a ripoff of YES.

However, SIR ARMY SUIT - while having proggy tendencies - actually sounded more like the Beatles. Then I remembered that in 1970 there were rumors Klaatu were actually the Beatles recording under a different name. Since both bands were on the same American label, Capitol records did nothing to dissuade listeners from this belief, and in fact encouraged it. This was the era of PAUL IS DEAD (which I found fascinating at the time) so it wasn't hard for people to believe crazy shit about their artists.

My dollar copy of SIR ARMY sounded pretty good, and I was able to clean up much of the record ghosting from the white cover, so it's selling at my Amazon store for $9.48. However, I like the music enough that I might be taking it back, or buying a better copy.

When I read the Wikipedia page for KLAATU I realized that I had heard one of their only hit songs back in the 70's: "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft." Since this track opens their first album, I found an "almost Near Mint" copy on Discogs for about $6 to get acquainted with the band.

Though the vinyl LOOKS clean, there's unfortunately a lot of surface noise; however the full dynamic range of the music makes it a worthwhile purchase for now.  I've only played it once through but will have more to say when I get back to it; but for now, I found it very engaging in a Beatles Abbey Road sort of way, and with a more progressive feel overall than Sir Army Suit.

Updating on January 4, 2019

I'm now playing this album through for the third time. Since I started this post, I'm finding that it probably won't reward repeated listenings as I'd hoped. It's nice music but not quite essential.

I do love the opening track "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft" though I'm not sure if it's the music or the fact that I'd head it a few times before. This is also the first time the Beatle influences crop up, especially in the piano, keyboards, vocals, and production. The Mellotron, Moog, organ, and treated pianos really do summon the Mystery Tour-era Fabs. However, these singers are clearly not John and Paul, and that should have been obvious even in the 70s!

"California Jam" immediately channels Paul, but again, not him! I doubt if this song refers to the Rock festival of that name - too early by a few years. Nice Beatle / Beach Boy style harmonies and interesting production on this one. However, they end with the cheesy trick of a live audience cheering (I've done it twice myself!)

"Anus of Uranus" - cringeworthy title and a pretty standard rock song.

"Sub Rosa Subway" - if we're keeping score, this one gets a very high Paulie Soundalike Score, as well as a veritable wall of Mystery Tour / Penny Lane horns and keyboards. There's even some George Harrison-style guitar and a Megaphone-enhanced Lennon voice. It finally cascades to a finale that sounds almost exactly like "It's All Too Much" from the Yellow Submarine, with handclaps and vocal hoots and bells and horns and wailing guitars... you get the idea.

And onto side two!

"True Life Hero" is pretty standard 70s Cock Rock style.

"Doctor Marvello" is an Indian-influenced tune in the style of a forgettable George Harrison song.

"Sir Bodsworth Rubblesby" is the kind of old-timey 40's style song that Paulie loves, with the exception that the vocalist sounds like an English Grover (from Sesame Street). Very goofy and very much of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Bonzo Dog Band - Van Dyke Parkes retro style of the 70's. It's a fun and creative tune, certainly a stylistic change from the rest of the LP.

"Little Meutrino" - no, computer, that is NOT a typo - ends the album with a ominous synth fragments fading in and out, until the acoustic guitars come in: suddenly we're in SUPERTRAMP or early GENESIS territory. Very cool, robotic vocal. Heaviosity. Dramatic chord crashes. Tons of sound effects across the soundscape as we draw to a close. I like it!

So the question remains: my copy has a lot of surface noise, and there are moments on this LP where a quiet platter would help a lot. Is it worth hunting down a better copy? Maybe I'll find one at a dollar sale!

Also, am I intrigued enough to bridge my KLAATU collection with the 2nd album, before getting back to the third?

Magic 8 Ball says All Signs Point To Yes.

The Year of Living Dangerously Soundtrack by Maurice Jarre (Varese Vinyl)

This is the first in a series of posts about albums I am selling or have bought for myself. They will just be quick impressions; nothing definitive or even necessarily correct!

I saw THE YEAR OF LIVING DANGEROUSLY at an advance screening hosted by radio station KPFK where my girlfriend Ahna worked. We both enjoyed it tremendously. I remember the love scene in the pouring rain, the dramatic backdrop of Sukarno's presidency, and the awesome  & unexpected performance by Linda Hunt.

I did not remember the music, so it was interesting to find this soundtrack album in a dollar bin. The cover is a bit worn, but the vinyl was clean and unmarked and played beautifully with minimal surface noise.

Maurice Jarre is a name that should be familiar to most moviegoers, at the very least for Doctor Zhivago. For this soundtrack he has blended a minimalist synth score with Indonesian and Asian influences. It is amazing how similar this music and its sensibility is to the soundtrack of BLADE RUNNER, another of my favorite movies. Most 80's Synth Music has not aged well (and Drum Machines were a terrible idea, at least without live accompaniment) but this music recalls its time and place without sounding especially dated.

I am listing this LP for $7.87 in my Amazon store. That's below the minimum I try to keep for selling records but this is one that somebody will really enjoy.

The Dream of Musical Fame

Dino and John Gibson at the Cavern Club, Elmwood Avenue, 1970

For a major portion of my life, I have dreamed of Musical Fame.

Maybe not Beatles-level; maybe not Husker Du level; most probably not even your favorite indie band-level. But I did believe Musical Fame was possible for me, whatever that might have looked like.  A novelty single catches on, an LP is recorded, a few shows, a few write-ups, and a bit of money for my continuing releases.

At the same time, I also dreamed of Movie Fame. Director, Screenwriter, independent filmmaker. Someone known for making his visions and stories a reality on the big screen.

So how have I done?

Clearly, I got a lot closer on the movie front. I directed some student films and penned a few screenplays, only one of which was produced (on a very low budget). I taught filmmaking to kids, among them Patricia Arquette, Josh Koenig (son of Walter), and David Prior, a documentary filmmaker who does all the companion videos for David Fincher's movies.

In my own career, I scaled down my directing and writing dreams to sound editing, for which I had an affinity thanks to my love of music and tape recorders.

I've had credits on countless movies & TV shows and even some great ones. My sound creations have been heard by Presidents and Despots, as well as most of the children in the world (thanks to HOME ALONE). I've won an Emmy, and my name was even mentioned on the Oscar broadcast for SKYFALL. I've walked the grounds of every studio at which I've ever dreamed working, and am even now cutting sound effects on NARCOS, a highly popular and well-reviewed series.  I'll be retiring with a great pension and health benefits.

So... THAT part went okay!

But what happened to the dream of musical fame, especially given that I am still writing songs for a future CD?

I have only just realized what happened.

As much as I loved music and wanted to be a famous rock star, I just as badly wanted to be with GIRLS.

It's a hoary cliche that most guys pick up a guitar to help get them chicks, and it certainly helped me. But while those guys would party with their girls and then get back on the stage, I'd get stuck with the girls and lose my way back.

From my very first girlfriend, I've always picked the women who would feel most threatened by my interest in anything but them. Though my first band wouldn't have lasted anyway, I was unceremoniously dumped because my girlfriend (also my ride to rehearsals) felt threatened and kept devising ways to keep me from my friends (usually sex). And of course, I was complicit because I allowed it to happen.

In my mid-20's, my filmmaking partner Eric and I had big plans to write and direct a movie that would feature OUR band (The Shades) as part of the story. A screenplay was written, songs were rehearsed. But this time, I was dating an older woman named Ahna who, once again, seemed to resent my time doing ANYTHING else but being with her. I chose to stay in that situation, and my music again went nowhere.

Finally, in 1984, I bought the TEAC multi-track tape recorder of my dreams: I was reborn as a solo artist, playing all the instruments myself. I discovered an underground network of like-minded artists, had my music reviewed in underground AND legitimate publications, and even had offers of live gigs and management.

However, yet again, a woman came into my life and everything changed.

Julie was the mother of my two children. She was a wonderful person in many ways, and I was absolutely in love with her. However, she turned out to be the biggest hindrance to my music that I had yet faced.

Her resentment at my music time was so obvious that we started talking about it in therapy after just two years. For a while it was a deal-breaker to my agreeing to get married.  It was only AFTER we had hammered out a legal document-like agreement to my music schedule that I finally went forward with the marriage.

Six months before my son was born, I released my first CD.  My previous cassette, GOWER STREET, was a high-water mark: 500 copies were pressed, and well over 400 of them were in the hands of listeners. Reviews were great and interest in my upcoming digital offering was high.

But with the arrival of my infant son, it was made clear to me that anything besides his care (and my job) was to be put on the back-burner.  After mailing out 80 copies of my CD, the other 420 copies were literally shoved under the bed to be distributed later. Spoiler alert: "Later" never happened, my musical moment was lost, and to this day I use those CDs as blank covers.

So, Musical Fame was now finally off the table for good. But I still loved making music, and I planned my next CD as a stripped-down rock album that would be recorded partly in a pro studio with the $5k my Grandmother had willed to me.  Julie encouraged this plan, but as the months passed, she began dipping into my recording budget for house repairs, until finally declaring that the money was no longer mine to use.

It took FIVE YEARS of selling off my music collection and scraping pennies off the floor to finish my studio recorded tracks and release TRAIN GOING NOWHERE. I was pleased with the result, but in no sense did it sound like a CD that required five years to finish.

And then Julie died in 2004 from a car accident.  I grieved, then slowly but surely began recording CDs again, though never as fast as I used to.

I married Sharon in 2010. Ironically, the situation is now reversed: she has always encouraged me to work on my music, but I'm the one who now wants to concentrate on my final years of working & then find a house in which to retire.

I still have a guitar in my editing room and the song ideas still pop up, but I've been lucky that the shows I work on are a perfect release for the creativity I would otherwise bring to music. I know the songs will be there when I'm done.

But my realization has been this: I never quite made it in music because I didn't want it enough. I wanted musical recognition, but also wanted to be with a woman I loved, and I wanted a comfy job that paid enough for me to do music on my own terms. A person like that doesn't rub shoulders with The Greats, the guys and women who want to perform their music more than anything else. That's something I now accept.