February 7, 2017
I plunged into working on the record. Hours. Hours. Listening over and over. Minor adjustment here. Slight repair there. It’s tedious. I literally did an entire 365 to break up the monotony. Perhaps not consciously, but regardless. “The Best of the Operation 365” will be available soon.
I am realizing as I write this I miss writing. Prose. Thoughts. Feelings. Opinions, Ideas. The moment. Someone will have a birthday. (Happy Birthday Dan Truesdail!) People get married. (Congratulations Patricia and David!) Babies are born. Welcome to Earth Bowie Jeremiah Speredelozzi. I think that if I was doing a 365 they’d have the tunes and tribute their occasions merit. Instead, I take that time and think of other things, business ideas, what to do. Sometimes I sit and snuggle with Nigel for awhile. Something the 365 can get right in the way of. There’s been more time, despite the whole rigmarole of album-crafting. I miss it. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t said good-bye. But that’s not all!
By the Numbers 2
SUNDAY, JANUARY 15, 2017
“I learned you can do almost anything if you put your mind to it. I learned once you put something out there in the universe, you have no idea how it is going to affect people…There were times I felt it was pointless, until I realized it wasn’t.”
Hey! How’s it going? I’ve missed you. It’s been weird not being in touch every day. You get so used to it. You know what I mean. I’ve been taking my time with these final essays. I figured it was OK. If the point is to figure out how I feel after the 365, it seems like taking my time will only add to that insight. Plus, Happy New Year! Yep, it’s 2017. Weird. When it feels like you’re living in the future, you know you’ve been living for some time. I’ve thought of a few things I accidentally omitted form my last couple blogs. I have been thinking about going back and editing them, but perhaps, it’s just easier if I just add those things I forgot right here and now.
Seated out in front of my house by the lemon tree, what a glorious place to me! I feel humble and blessed here on the penultimate day of 2016. Sitting around all over this little yard and filming little bits of life to share has enhanced my appreciation for my immediate surroundings. Yes, I know the beach is right down the street, but I am here and here is where I’m meant to be. Next? Who knows?
Even though I only read a few words of this blog. It loves here. Hopefully this link works better than I one from yesterday. I aim to fix that one here in a few. Rivetting, huh?
I was married. My wife, Leanne, decided against participating on this 365 for the most part. She tolerated it and supported it fully from an arm’s length away, but decided against appearing often. I can’t blame her. I respected it. It made each appearance of hers that much more special, even for me. It’s too bad we never did our duet, “Life Provides,” but this happened,
What else? I enjoyed many relaxing hours playing a fun card game called Palace with my friends. One day, I was kind enough to let you in.
So that’s what I’m excited about. If you do the math, each musical has about five songs, so that’s about 40 additional songs I wrote that I did not use for this except this one. I couldn’t resist. I like what it says about work.
Life is returning to normal, right about on schedule with how long it took last time. I have been looking back at what I wrote at the end of thew first 365 and comparing and contrasting. So far, I’ve learned I am lot more fired up and ready to go, than I was after the first one. I am adjusting back to normal life, just a tad bit more tired. I seem to have a slight hangover from all the compulsive sharing. I’m sleepy. Hoping to get some rest on this here New Year’s Eve weekend. For many years, I’ve felt compelled to do something memorable or fun on New Year’s Eve. This year, I don’t care. I just want to be. It will be awesome.
My blog that I revisiting today is Blog 362 of the first 365, specifically a chunk I called, “The Best of the 365″
So I just read this essay. I fixed some of the typos. I would love to release both 365s some day in chronological order as eBooks with click-ability on the videos, sans typos. So, it’s a nice essay. I recounted personal highlights, detailed other significant or satisfying moments, did some I called “The Best of the Rest,” which were things I wanted to do but didn’t get to and finally, a brief bunch of thanks.
OK, let’s play. Game on!
I’m not gonna lie. You get in a groove working every day and it can be very gratifying. It centers you. In 2011, I wrote, “It felt good to feel that there was something artistic to do every day. I have always dreamed of getting up in the morning and knowing I had to write a song or record a song that day. In my imagination, I was for money or a job of some sort, but those are peripherals. I was able to make the creative part of that dream come true. Every day, I had a musical project to do.”
Amen! Preach on, brother. I still very much feel that way. The 365 forced me to play guitar every day. That makes you a better player. It forced me to write probably somewhere near 200 songs. That makes you a better songwriter. It can’t not. The “Words” section, new to Operation 365 2, made me develop those skills, improvising banter, making it interesting, finding my voice. All of these things are very valuable and it took time. The improvement there was gradual. Now I feel ready for any challenge of that nature. Radio, comedy, hosting a a TV show. Whatever. I’m inclined to steer clear of comedy. My sense of humor can be extremely harsh. That darkness makes me dangerous. I’m inclined to abstain. I slightly miss the duty part of it, but for that, I have this, and a million other post-365 duties.
OK, so what were the best moments of this 365 for me. It is hard to say, much harder than on the first one. A few dramatic ones stood out then; the lady who told me I helped her and her child feel better dealing with some tragic circumstances, the two children with cancer for whom I wrote songs. There was nothing exactly like that in this one. Every day is different. Same goes for 365s.
So… January 1, 2016, stands out in my memory as a great day in 365 Land. Let’s look back and see.
OK so the date on this video was January 2, 2016, but my man Russell was born on January 1.
I improvised this little number in his honor as soon as I found out and I think it was a sign of the great things ahead for both Russell and our giant project.
This one WAS on January 1, though and remained one of my favorite moments of the 365 ’til the end. Thanks to Daniel Ratcliffe and my wife, Leanne pearl for all the hours of withstanding my 365 or as Dan once called it, “spinning my wheels.”
What else happened that stands out? I pushed my self to some new zany lengths as a songwriter. On three occasions I dabbled in the dark art of bulk songwriting. I had an epiphany on a walk on night about how I could help make anyone a songwriter. I came up with this app and had the whole thing in my mind. That said, I couldn’t do that right then. So I did the next best thing. I put the tools to the test and wrote 12 songs as quickly as I could, with my slick streamlining method. I think it took me about two hours. As I continued penning these ditties at a blistering rate, what they were actually about, was slowly revealed. I don’t want to spoil it, but the last song was called, “Baby.” Yeah, apparently, I want to have a “Baby.” Those 12 songs showed me I think I’m ready. No news yet, but…
The penultimate tune in that chunk was called, “Bright,” and it’s one of my favorite tunes I ever wrote. It also foreshadows, “Baby.”
Of course that wasn’t enough for me, so on two separate, later occasions I wrote 24 tunes at once. I think in both cases it took about two days to finish them all. I used that technique there quite effectively and each batch featured a number of tunes that I like.
2016 may be best remembered for all of those who died. I had a few friends as well and I used this forum to pay my respects in my own way.
Hail Dick from Mariposa Ice Cream
Hail Dave, aka The Old Hermit Named Dave, 5 other names…
and David Bowie
We celebrated nuptials with family. Hail Erin and Dave, Tom and Leanne.
A little thing I like is covering my friends. I know how it feels to have someone play your song. It is a unique thrill. So I delight in doing it here and there for my songwriting amigos. I fit in a few this time.
Robin Lee (2)
Don Truesdail. Hail.
Derek Speredelozzi and this 365 recap I laid over his song
I like doing that.
Hmm, what else happened?
There’s this, of course.
A fellow wrote an article in this week’s San Diego Reader about all my fine work.
Is it weird that nothing is is jumping out into my brain right now. Well, speaking of weird there was this.
Donald Trump was elected.
and of course, The San Diego Gay Men’s Chorus Padres fiasco
Let’s call those the highlights for now. I’ll let you know if I think of more.
The Best of the Rest
Things I thought of doing but didn’t included my tribute to Mike Warrington of “Love Hate Love and “Am I Inside?” by Alice in Chains. “Love Hate Love” was too mean, even though I learned it. I also learned, “Am I Inside?” by for some reason never thought it was good enough to record. I wanted to do “Mary Anne” by my man, Some Guy, but that song is also mean and I ran out of time. I love these mean songs/. It’s just something about me singing them at this point in my life that doesn’t entirely jive with the rest of what I’m doing. That’s just not my brand of entertainment at this moment in time.
I enjoyed doing requests for some people and any and all feedback I received from anyone anywhere. One day I posted a song, “Sending Love Letters to the Moon,” about my beloved and departed pooch, Angel.
Someone named Dennis wrote something nice right away after I posted it. I went to go copy that here now, but it is gone. Either way, it meant something to me then. Thanks to every commenter, every Facebook liker, (especially Hugh Gaskins, Naomi Nussbaum, and Dan Truesdail) and to everyone who made a request (Miz, Jonathan, Chris Sulit, Jason Patterson, Bruno, Micah, etc…), whether I fulfilled it or not. I fulfilled a bunch and folks’ feedback made the hours of work feel less lonely. That sounds a little dark, but I don’t mean it that way. It is what it is. I did this for me and that feels very empowering. That said, thank you!
Last time I said this same thing a bit more eloquently.
“So that was what was awesome. Being with my friends. Smooching Leanne at the end of the videos. Entertaining people. A lot of folks dropped me nice notes and said encouraging things on Facebook. That all meant so much. That is what kept me going, people’s kindness and appreciation. So thanks to everyone who supported me, encouraged me and every said or wrote a nice word about the 365 anywhere to anyone. Thanks to Leanne, “
Congrats to the Cubbies.
I did a couple videos that a musician/friend Jonathan, aka Sheer, made his own and I was very moved by his results. You can check those tracks out here. Thanks Jonathan.
Thanks to Nigel
Thanks to Paul Ruiz
Thanks to Daniel Ratcliffe
and thanks to you!
In 2011, I wrote, “For some reason. Some folks expect me to do another 365. I can’t blame them I guess. There’s truly no precedent for this. It’s never been done before and never will be again, most likely.”
Well, guess what? I was wrong. I did it again. What’s next? Only time will tell. I wait on baited breath. #Excited
So, the adrenaline is finally subsiding. Yesterday, it hit me. No additional responsibilities, no extra work, no videos, nothing. And what I realized what this. I was tired. It takes a certain amount of extra spunk, gusto, if you will, to make it through so much work. The first couple days after, Christmas and Christmas Eve, I awoke fired form the cannon. I was ready to go. I was so motivated for this 365 that when I got home from work, I ran to the computer. I wasn’t going to be slave to this Operation. I was going to bust it out and go on my merry way. Since then, I’ve been fatigued. Call it the end of the year, or whatever, but I just needed to rest. I slept a lot. No matter. I just took a nap after work. Now, I’m yawning. What can I tell ya? Whatever energy it is that a 365 brings into your world, mine is finally gone. It was a good, long run. Now I’m crashing
This isn’t to say, I don’t hear cover songs, and think, “How did I not do that one in two 365s.” That isn’t to say, I haven’t cracked open the iPad and made up a song from scratch once or twice. These habits die hard, even as I put new ones in their place. New ones such as, hanging out with my wife, for instance. We spent the day together yesterday and while I managed to find a few minutes to collate my blogs into groups of 40, (long story), I did not find the time or energy to do this, reflect in writing. Well, I’m back.
I printed out some notes I took on one of the closing essays of the 365. I will fetch that now and share those thoughts and feelings.
In a section called, “Revolution of the Mind – Ideas for a Brighter Tomorrow,” I expressed satisfaction that some long-awaited, much need social change appeared to be on the horizon, while lamenting the price folks paid to get it. It almost seems like things paused after that moment in time, the end of 2011. It almost seems like they paused until right now. The election of Donald J. Trump to the presidency has some stoked, other alarmed, and some ready for action. I am one of the latter. Us social change lovers have spent decades in the closet, wondering why we weren’t born in 1950, or whenever one would have needed to be born to participate in the activity of the late 1960’s. It feels,, finally, that things are about to happen, that the world is ripe for change and I, for one, have been ready and waiting. I am not the only one. There are others. My rant ended in this essential truth, a fact I think we all should take a lot more seriously. “There are more than enough resources for everyone to survive.”
Too many people in this world are only worried about themselves. The rich should consider how many people starve to death so they can have ten yachts, fourteen mansions, eight helicopters and a million cars. It is morally wrong and and not entirely unrelated to murder. Sharing is caring is how I’d put it if I was trying to say it nicely, which I hope to be when the time comes that folks are listening. People can have plenty without idealizing or having millions more than they need. That is just wrong. Americans, and probably some other have a grand misconception about this and I hope to help remedy this imbalance. We are all one. I resume quoting myself from five years ago, “It is an illusion that we are separated. You’ve heard of this, it’s conquer and divide.”
It’s simple. We pretend we’re not “them,” in this case, the people starving, and then we pretend to remove the need for us to care about how they are. The truth is they are you and you are starving and you don’t even know it. Are all billionaires blissful? No chance. Money doesn’t bring happiness. That we can only find deep within ourselves. Five years ago, I finished this section with this, ” I ditched my TV two years February… We work together. It takes time.” Seven years and going strong now. No regrets. Unplug and let the healing begin.. or at least recognize that it’s an option. It takes time.
I then asked myself, “Why do an Operation 365?” My answers are very different this time than the first. I would like to return tot his question later.
Living history – A Breathing Art Project
I explained the roots of this 365 in this section five years and won’t recant it here. Click below if you wish to read that
I will share one small quote from it though and some reaction, “when you do something each day, you become more likely to do it the next day. It becomes a part of what you do.” That, I learned is true. It is why it was hard for me stop in a way, like I stated before. I want to thank Wes Davis, Dylan Avery, the 365 itself, and life, which gave me this opportunity to create and death which gives me another source of inspiration from beyond. I have many great friends, Wes and Dylan are just two of them, who are great artists and struggle to make a living on their art. To me, that is outrageous. I include myself in this category. “Great” is obviously subjective, but worth of making a living to me, is a no-brainer. Look at all the things I can do. To me, that’s what the Operation 365 proves more than anything else. My point is art needs to be valued a lot more on our society and when folks have a ton to give and all they want to do is give it and survive, they should not have to resort to making 1100 videos and hoping people notice.
I will answer that “Why do an Operation 365?” question now. the first time. I had videos to share, and a history to tell, the history of my friends and I during an incredible era at a place called Portugalia. I wanted to reach more people. I had many many songs I had written but no place or reason to share them. Even though, I know, all kinds of people weren’t going to be receiving these videos all at once, barring some unlikely viral scenario, I like the thought that I had done what I could to keep them from living and dying in obscurity in my computer. The Covers served and continued to serve as a mechanism to bring more folks to the rest of it, a piece that people already love.
This time, the motivation was totally different. The videos had been shared to my satisfaction. They story has been told. Most of the tunes I had written got shared and many more got written. A CD containing the “best” of those, should be out in early 2017. Let’s expand on my point of a moment ago in answering fully.
“The Operation 365 doubles as strange resume of some kind. It shows I can do a lot of entertainment things. I can write songs quickly. I can produce content prolifically with the best of ‘em. I can be incredibly consistent. I can do what I want to do, if I set my mind. Alright, it’s enough already with the “I.” It shows I do things differently. That’s a challenging task in this time. I can’t stop. I’m sorry.”
When I reread that the other day, I thought this, the old expression misremembered by our ‘ole President G.W. Bush. In this case, I reappropriate it, for Operation 365s, “Do me once, good for you. Do me twice, good for me.”I laughed after I wrote that and not just cause of the silly sexual, (yet no less relevant) connotations. What that meant to me was the first 365 was for other people, to show them what I could do, to tell them my story, to share their story. This one was for me. To find my voice in the words, to sharpen my skills playing daily, to force myself to me prolific again. It worked. Not once did I look back, I looked forward. The first time was to see if I could do it. This time I knew I could do it. My confidence rose and now it may be at an all-time high. Maybe that’s why I’m so tired, breathing that thin air up here. Who knows? A lot of people can do something once. When you’ve done something twice, you know how to do it. You’re doing it with knowledge and purpose. It is over. I am still loaded with knowledge and purpose. I have energy to work and things to do. Am I coming of age? If so, it’s right on time.
What’s next for me? I aim to reach for something more. I want to empower people, help them realize how powerful, wonderful, valuable and unique, each one of us are. It is a crucial step on the journey to universal love and respect, which we need more than ever. I have written several musicals with a core of characters that I love called “The Hunt for The Great Christmas Tree.” I directed “Episode 4” of this “saga,” ten days or so ago and I would like to do far more with that future franchises. Yes, I want to do big things with that and that’s just the beginning. “Episode 4” was a coming of age story for the young girl in the family. We are all one. So I am her ( and all the other characters in the all the stories) and it feels great. I managed to find time to write eight more episodes of this lovely musical quietly in the background of the 365 2, in June and July. Yes, I wrote eight musical in about 8 weeks on the side of these 3 videos a day and I didn’t share almost any of it. Maybe two songs.
Maybe one. And I wrote the musical named after this one after I wrote and recorded this song. In fact, it may have helped inspired the whole push. I want HBO. Not a premium network, as an employer, as the people I’m meeting with, discussing this. Yes, I am fired up. In the last one, I wrote about how I was poor and how it was OK. I am graduating from poor. It is enough. With this 365, I am finished with all that. It is time to reach more people and do far more. I am pumped. Can you tell?
A few final notes for today.
“I want to spend more time with my girlfriend, Leanne.” I wrote that five years ago. We’ve been married two and a half year now. “Although, she never asked me to, I told her I would not undertake a project of this magnitude without asking her, next time.” I did. She said, “yes,” and then quietly counted the seconds ’til it was over. I can;t prove that last part, but women like attention. Who doesn’t? She threw a big surprise party for me at the ned of the first 365. This time, she didn’t even know it was the last day. I can’t blame her. It’s a lot. My plan remains to spend more time with her and I had the pleasure of doing that, and not this, yesterday. I love this, but sometimes, one must choose.
“That was kind of tongue-in-cheek when I said it ‘cause I never intend to attempt a project of this magnitude again.” Haha.
“For some reason. Some folks expect me to do another 365. I can’t blame them I guess. There’s truly no precedent for this. It’s never been done before and never will be again, most likely. That fact kind humbles me. I like being that kind of guy. It’s the same reason I’ve hosted “24 Hours of Free Music,” four times.” Hahahaha.
I asked myself why folks were sitting outside, day after day, as part of that Occupy Movement in 2011. I answered, “It’s because we want change and it’s because we have something to say.” Here’a few other things I am into that I wrote. Time is running out. Open Mic is soon and my pal, the greta Paul Ruiz, just showed up, so let’s finish. Here’s some final thoughts I wrote in 2011 about why I’m here and what I’m all about. I’ll leave it at those for today. Much more finishing to come,
“Helping people find happiness in themselves…. As long as the message gets delivered… Each precious moment is a cause for celebration. Everything you have to offer is precious, unique and divine…”
That’s the reason of the season to me. Believe that. This thing’s over and we’re just getting started.
The Sweet Past and The Magnificent Future
I wrote that in that essay five years ago. Finishing that, five years later, is the main thing on my list to do for this day and this week.
Merry Christmas!!!! And a Happy Hanukkah! No videos to do today for the second day in a row. But, I am here and excited to continue the post-mortem on the enormous affair that was The Operation 365 2. I will now pull open my blog, out on the rematch of last years NBA Finals and see what I have to say to you today. Thanks for you time attention and love. It is beyond reciprocated.
How to End an Operation 365.
I read entry one into the post-365 blog. The first one was an exhale, a breath of relief. I feel no such relief this time. I feel a quiet sense of accomplishment. I am happy, but I am looking forward instead of back. I am excited for the next adventure. I am not thinking about yesterday, only today and tomorrow. So until tomorrow… Excelsior!
Operation 365 2 – Jefferson Jay – BONUS – 365 “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” by Bruce Springsteen
I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.”