I took a few days off from my day job and am wrapping this project my sister from another mother suggested, a song for the Bluegrass Grill. I heard my mother talk about the Bluegrass Grill and how it was a popular meeting place when she was young. I did some investigating and found a menu online and wrote the lyrics over a few days. The tune came easily. The challenge was in writing the parts and figuring out how to convey the idea that cruising to the Bluegrass was a rite of passage for generations of teens. Thanks to Audrey for the suggestion! You can listen to it here and look for it on my next CD which I’m working on now…
So much is happening. My music has been re-released on Cinderella Records, Sony Entertainment (Germany) and my new publishing company is set, O’Mally/Tabitha Publishing.
I’ve finished mixing 11 new instrumentals which I’d love to have released by the end of this year. It will be off to mastering with Professor David Houston in the next few weeks and then I’ll focus on the artwork.
I’ve re-edited the video’s for Easy Money and Texas Rain and am preparing for this Saturday night’s show at Luna’s here in Sacramento, featuring Carey Seward at 8:00, myself at 9:oo and Jenn Rogar at 10 pm.
Magic happens to artists when we cross into other artistic fields. I got back into painting after my divorce. The pain of divorce left me feeling as though I might not ever be able to make music again. It was as if there was no strength left in my diaphragm, like I had been kicked in the gut. I couldn’t even look at my guitar without feeling slightly ill.
I was sharing my house with a professional artist friend and he had paints and extra canvasses and encouraged me to get back into it. As soon as I picked up the brush and started working with the colors and mediums I found myself swimming in that same feeling of timelessness I get from making music. It’s like a field of potential energy watching color fall onto its body.
It took me over a year to be able to pick up my guitar and close to 18 months before I could eek out a tune again. Painting helped make me whole. It helped me feel the vibrancy and vigor of celebrating life and when I did finally find my way back to my voice, it was there as strong as ever, ready to rock and roll.
My paintings will be installed in Luna’s Cafe and Juice Bar for the months of August and September, 1414 N Street, Sacramento. I’ll be performing in two separate shows those months, August 22nd and September 12th. I look forward to meeting you!
P.S. A Shout Out to the amazing Dr. Huong Bach (UC Davis) for reminding me that the heart heals on it’s own time.
The Medicine Show rides again! Though it’s live on most music distribution platforms, I recommend getting it at bandcamp for just 7$. http://kallyomally.bandcamp.com/album/kally-omallys-wild-west-medicine-show It’s a wild ride through falling barstools, shady medicine men, a hotel with a phone that doesn’t work and some transition easing buorbon. I’ll be announcing the CD release show here shortly and will have the physical copies delivered early next week. If you would like a physical copy, send me an email and I’ll get one to you via mail.
I’ve already starting working on new material for the next one and still am working on getting the instrumentals out. If only there were more than 24 hours in a day or I didn’t need to sleep.
Stay safe, stay happy and stay on yer barstool!
Big hugs and thank you!
Oh I’m a happy gal these days! I worked my booty off over my two week break from my med center job and during that time I worked with a fervor I didn’t even know I had. I went deep and at times felt like I was cliffhanging- my Craigslist super iMac kept crashing and there were several times I thought a song was done in that I couldn’t get past the crash factor. But persistence and patience paid off.
A great mix is key – it’s the hinge. I was good to go through the mixes but when it comes to mastering that’s where I sorta kinda know what it should look and sound like but there were times I knew something wasn’t quite right. Thankfully there’s a service for that process.
In the end, I feel like I grew my grey matter and pulled out the tools in my arsenal, humor, harmony, and a dose of whimsy. Let the Wild West Medicine Show take you on a journey! To be released soon!!!
I’m terribly impatient. I want to release these as I get them recorded and don’t have anything keeping me from doing that. Freedom is a beautiful thing. I’ll eventually pull them all together into a CD format and hopefully manage to keep a few songs a surprise.
My family is from Ashland Kentucky and my Granny and I had an especially close relationship. She was an amazing and entertaining lady. She would talk about how beautiful Kentucky was and how she ached to return to the land of her roots.
When she was in the assisted living facility she was a hoot. I was visiting with her one afternoon and she was telling me about what was happening with the lady she shared the room with and somehow we started talking about Kentucky and she said, “Oh, what I wouldn’t give for some KY bourbon. Just a taste would be sooo good.” and I said, “Granny, I can take care of that for you right now. There’s no good reason why you can’t have yourself a little swig of bourbon if you want it.” You could see her eyes just light up at the thought and then she said, “Oh, no…no. I just couldn’t,” “Yes, Granny, yes, you can. It’ll only take me a moment to run to a package store and get you some!” She refused. It was a funny moment that stuck with me. So this song is for her. I tried to capture her passion and love for the state and I accidentally made up a word, which I can fix in editing – I’m just not sure I want to.
Give me bourbon on my deathbed
fill my cup, before I die.
In that cup, I place my solace and the
secrets of my life.
Kentucky bourbon on my deathbed
when the bells begin to chime
Oh the devil comes a callin,
If I drink before it’s time.
Give me God that sweet refreshment
it’s like horses running wild
through the bluegrass fields of heaven
as I cross the great divide.
One last kiss of pure delightment –
one last taste upon my tongue,
for this land has been my heaven,
Kentucky bourbon take me home.
Kentucky bourbon take me home.
I’m terribly impatient. I want to hold back until the whole CD is finished, but I can’t wait to share when I think I’m onto something. I guess the great thing about being an indie musician/producer is that you don’t have someone telling you not to do something. So here it is. I typically close out my shows with Two Days Gone as it’s a natural fit. I love to sing and play this song live. And I admit to being somewhat twisted. When I wrote this song, it was with the intent of writing the “complete” country-blues song. It had to have certain elements (I think I even collected a list of these words before finally writing the lyrics), trains, a gun shot, lightning and a shack, red clay roads, Alabama and Memphis, family drama, someone in jail, someone in heaven, a bar, a hotel and a twenty.
The photo is by Pat Henson and can be found here: www.flickr.com/photos/80297647@N00/2275352946
Two Days Gone by Kally O’Mally
I got crippled back in Memphis when Bessie
shot me in the knee.
Lightnin hit our run down shack and I was
begging God to please, take me now I’ve had enough
I can’t take another day. So I packed it on up and took
the south bound train.
Whoa Momma’s gone to heaven.
Bessie’s all locked up in jail.
Papa ain’t been seen nor heard from for the
past fifteen years.
I’m sleeping here in this cheap hotel.
Girls in short skirts hanging out in the stairwell.
Down on my luck ain’t got nothing,
nothing to sell.
I’m two days gone, so all alone, no
dial tone on the telephone,
holes in the wall, no one to call, no one at all.
So I made my way to a bar named Sam’s
Deep down in southern Alabama.
Where the land is red and there’s fools a plenty
bought me some beer, spent the last of my twenty.
Gonna find me the reaper he’ll have plenty to sow.
Gonna pack it all up, it’s the end.
Gonna pack it all up, it’s the end, end of the road.
I spent Saturday working on this piece using Logic Pro X, my Ipad and IMac and my Blue Yeti microphone. Composing brings out my OCD. I love nothing more than delving into edits and continually fine tuning the instrumentation and mix and getting it out of my head and into a solid format.
The scandalous NFL Rice and Peterson incidents have instigated much needed discussions surrounding domestic abuse and family violence. The #WhyIStayed comments have been incredibly revealing and I wanted to write a song that was more hopeful and optimistic about the topic. It takes a lot of strength to break out of something bad, especially if it’s been going on for awhile and conditioning takes hold.
This is for the women who aren’t afraid to run.
It’s gotten bad, it sure ain’t good.
His temper’s rising, he’s gotten cruel.
It’s time to go. I’m no longer safe.
Ain’t no therapy, gonna change that face.
I’m gonna run, I’m gonna hide
I’m gonna find, the strength I left, behind, I’m gonna run.
I’ve got a plan. I’ve packed some bags.
Gonna head straight up through North Carolina
I’ve got three thousand dollars, and a clean car title.
I know I’ll be just fine, if I can make it past the state line.
I’ve grown stronger. I’m standing tall.
I may bend, but I’ll never fall….
cause I’m gonna run.
Photo by Sascha Kohlman