<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:34:20.488-08:00</updated><category term='Album Recording'/><category term='Monday Morning Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Colors and Chords</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-8776946725053158964</id><published>2011-10-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:46:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anselmo Vineyards- A "Must See"in Northern California!!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we had the great pleasure of playing a show at the beautiful Anselmo Vineyards in Inwood, California. There are times in this business where you get to see and experience some truly amazing places, and our time at Anselmo's was definitely one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff and event coordinators for the show were extremely easy to work with and made ever step of the night easy and enjoyable. We played in Anselmo's wonderful dining hall, which made it difficult to concentrate at times with the amount of gourmet food being served in front of us...but we were able to partake on our break as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the food and wine were more than we'd expected, but the ultimate surprise of the evening was their famous Carrot Cake. The staff at Anselmo's warned us that is was "life-changing", and after one bite the band and I had to agree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're travelling through Northern California I would highly recommend at stop at Anselmo's for a relaxing evening filled with wine, top-notch food, and of course...great live music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their website for more information here :&lt;a href="http://www.anselmovineyards.com/"&gt;http://www.anselmovineyards.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back to play a show at Anselmo's sometime early next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-8776946725053158964?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/8776946725053158964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/10/anselmo-vineyards-must-seein-northern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/8776946725053158964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/8776946725053158964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/10/anselmo-vineyards-must-seein-northern.html' title='Anselmo Vineyards- A &quot;Must See&quot;in Northern California!!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-6795528599031933225</id><published>2011-09-21T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:56:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Angels Sing" on New 'Hymns from Home' Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT0A_Zki7Gk/Tno9S5ui_GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MB2LbnnxLvg/s1600/6005927549_16ce79e050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT0A_Zki7Gk/Tno9S5ui_GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MB2LbnnxLvg/s320/6005927549_16ce79e050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654899677060070498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Along with all the great press and exciting developments from the recently released &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/windsor-blue/id445382092"&gt;Windsor Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, we're also excited to announce that a previously unrecorded song, "Angels Sing" has been released on a compilation album called 'Hymns From Home' from the music promoter Hemifran in Sweden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album features songs from many great artists including Judy Collins, JD Souther, Greg Copeland, I See Hawks in L.A., and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They theme of the album was "that thing that's a whole lot bigger than this", and every song stands out in it's own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album has been receiving radio play and great press all throughout Europe and I was honored to be a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear "Angels Sing" and the rest of these great songs visit... &lt;a href="http://www.hemifran.com/hymns_f_h.html"&gt;Hymns From Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forwarding to seeing you all out there soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more info visit...&lt;a href="http://www.dankrikorian.com/"&gt;Dan Krikorian Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-6795528599031933225?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/6795528599031933225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/09/angels-sing-on-new-hymns-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6795528599031933225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6795528599031933225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/09/angels-sing-on-new-hymns-from-home.html' title='&quot;Angels Sing&quot; on New &apos;Hymns from Home&apos; Album'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT0A_Zki7Gk/Tno9S5ui_GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MB2LbnnxLvg/s72-c/6005927549_16ce79e050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-6810642598545901607</id><published>2011-07-29T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:53:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Windsor Blue" on iTunes today!</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited to announce the release of "Windsor Blue" on Itunes today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link to check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/windsor-blue/id445382092"&gt; Windsor Blue on iTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for the support and we hope to see you at one of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our local shows coming up &lt;b&gt;August 2nd&lt;/b&gt; at 6:15pm at the Costa Mesa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concert in the Park Series... and &lt;b&gt;August 13th&lt;/b&gt; at the OC Fair at 3:45pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-6810642598545901607?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/6810642598545901607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/07/windsor-blue-on-itunes-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6810642598545901607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6810642598545901607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/07/windsor-blue-on-itunes-today.html' title='&quot;Windsor Blue&quot; on iTunes today!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-7428090171798767811</id><published>2011-07-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:41:28.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Fair and Concert in the Park Shows Announced!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZHvJ6YRUfE/ThSQHmYnAaI/AAAAAAAAACg/g7NBf5ithvo/s1600/mesashows_web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZHvJ6YRUfE/ThSQHmYnAaI/AAAAAAAAACg/g7NBf5ithvo/s320/mesashows_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626280294729843106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey All, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're real excited to announce 2 great shows in August with the release of the new "Windsor Blue" album:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 2nd, Costa Mesa Concert in the Park Series, 6:30pm, Fairview Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 13th, The OC Fair, 3:45pm, The Meadows Stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to see you all there, you can find more dates and new album info at www.dankrikorian.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-7428090171798767811?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/7428090171798767811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/07/oc-fair-and-concert-in-park-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7428090171798767811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7428090171798767811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2011/07/oc-fair-and-concert-in-park-shows.html' title='OC Fair and Concert in the Park Shows Announced!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZHvJ6YRUfE/ThSQHmYnAaI/AAAAAAAAACg/g7NBf5ithvo/s72-c/mesashows_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3889792506688225267</id><published>2010-11-10T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:09:46.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo Echo "Fall Like You're Flying" Interview</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months I've stuck to a pretty strict rotation of albums and&lt;br /&gt;artists in my CD player consisting of Joe Purdy, Josh Ritter, and&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan. But in between those songwriters I've had the pleasure of listening&lt;br /&gt;to Orange County based Echo Echo's recent release "Fall Like You're Flying", a&lt;br /&gt;great alternative rock album combining soulful music with heartfelt, intelligent&lt;br /&gt;songwriting. I had a chance to speak with front man Steve Carson about the&lt;br /&gt;band's release, the process of recording it, and what lies ahead for this band on&lt;br /&gt;the rise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrj-fiS6jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3FyxQWP97k/s1600/EchoEcho_promo_photoby_GaryCarson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrj-fiS6jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3FyxQWP97k/s320/EchoEcho_promo_photoby_GaryCarson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537989354562185778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;DK: Hey Steve thanks for doing this, so to start, how does the band Echo Echo differ from what you've done in the past?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;SC:&lt;/span&gt; We're all really good friends.  It's not just about rehearsing, recording and performing; we spend a lot of our time together just hanging out at the studio, eating Del Taco, drinking vodka and whiskey and discussing life's many ups and downs.  It's nice to be in a band where you not only respect the musicianship of each member but also enjoy spending countless hours with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've decided to give your new album, "Fall Like You're Flying", away for free, how did that&lt;br /&gt;decision come about and have you seen good results so far?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The idea behind the free download site came to me in the studio when we were trying to decide how to package and market the album.  We are so proud of what we created and felt that the most important thing was the number of ears listening and connecting with the album not the amount in the bank account.  Our share site allows people to share the album with their friends and family and then download it for free.  Our hope is that we will be able to reach thousands instead of hundreds within months.  So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well its a great album and I'm glad it's going well for you so far. So what is the songwriting process like for you guys? Do you write as a full band or is it more of a solo deal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In the beginning I did most of the writing.  I had a small catalogue of songs that we started to play.  Our first Ep included 4 songs that I wrote by myself and 1 song that was our first band collaboration, "Kite."  The band continued to evolve and we started to collaborate even more in 2005.  Jameson and I would get together and bounce ideas off one another until something stuck.  Then we would take our ideas to the studio and introduce them to Bruce and Darren.  Throughout the years we slowly started writing as a band with the occasional solo effort or two-man team.  There really is no set method these days.  Darren might start a song with a drum part, Bruce might have a particular bass line that he wants to hear turn into a song, Jameson is always pouring out guitar parts and landscapes, and I always have some lyric or melody running through my mind.  The process has evolved into a completely organic experience.  There are no set rules or methods that we follow.  We just let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you say was the biggest motivation behind "Fall Like You're Flying"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our motivation was to write, record and release the album that only we could make; one that truly expressed what we wanted out of ourselves and what would define us completely as a band.  No limitations, no inhibitions, only the freedom to maximize every song.  We wanted this album to be a journey for the listener; an album that one would want to listen to straight through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrkiXIRknI/AAAAAAAAACE/oION6xLFe6Q/s1600/EchoEcho_FallLikeYoureFlying_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrkiXIRknI/AAAAAAAAACE/oION6xLFe6Q/s320/EchoEcho_FallLikeYoureFlying_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537989970780852850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and what about the lyrics?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I draw inspiration from personal experience. Love, loss, things that stir my emotions and/or make me think or feel something other than the norm. I only sing about things that I know, that mean something to me. I want the listener to be able to relate and feel something. I love it when someone says, "that song is about me, I can totally relate, I can feel it" and they feel something that moves them. It's all about connecting with the listener. If I can get them to experience emotions by connecting with my lyrics then I've done my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well there's definitely a lot to connect to on this album. Now as an artist it seems that sometimes there's a certain song or 2 that you might feel a little closer connection to than others. On "Fall Like You're Flying" are there any songs that you feel that way about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. For the first time in my life I have a group of songs that never get old, never seem to stop stirring up my emotions and feel as if they were written yesterday. It's nice to connect with not only a song or two, but also to feel a strong connection to the album as a whole. We spent a lot of time choosing the song order and what songs would be on the album and I think it couldn't be better. The journey is intense, especially when it's yours. I will admit during mixing, when I was asked to come take a final listen to "Sad To See", I sat on the back couch and as it played for a moment I thought to myself, "this is some sad shit." For the first time, I felt a strong emotional wave come over me while listening compared to the emotions that I feel while performing. It was awesome and I'll never forget the look on Alex's face when he said, "man, you alright?" I just put on my sunglasses and said, "wow, nice job brother, sounds and feels amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That song is one of my favorites on the album. So, if you guys could tour with one band, who would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That's a tough one.  We really never discuss who, it's more about what type of audience and location.  The bigger the better I guess.  To be able to reach as many people as possible at the same time has always been something we've longed for; the right city, the right venue and of course a large audience that is there to join in the experience.  Don't get me wrong, a small venue with a couple hundred people is an amazing experience.  Just recently at our Album Release show at the Detroit Bar in Costa Mesa, I felt something that has not come over me in years.  Something that can only be described as an intensely emotional connection to an entire room full of music lovers.  The energy and synergy of the music, the audience and the band was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrk4QPBu6I/AAAAAAAAACM/Dawx6OuFO74/s1600/EchoEcho_studio1_photo_by_Gary_Carson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrk4QPBu6I/AAAAAAAAACM/Dawx6OuFO74/s320/EchoEcho_studio1_photo_by_Gary_Carson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537990346887248802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;That must've been pretty special. So do you  have anyone you'd consider to be your biggest influences?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That's always a dangerous question to answer.  If people haven't already, they'll forever compare you to that band or artist.  That's not necessarily a bad thing, but as an artist you want to create your own sound, one that is the sum of your influences and experiences.  I've always felt that any artist that I've given enough time listening to has influenced me in some way or another.  One of the nice things about Echo Echo is that we all come from different musical backgrounds.  We respect our musical influential differences and pride ourselves on our sound being a true combination of all of them.  I think the most important thing is that we have the ability and are open to influencing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You guys do have a very eclectic mix on the album. So what's next for Echo Echo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Next up, we'll be releasing the video for the single from the album, "Good Morning."  We're really excited to get the video finished and posted.  Without going into to too much detail, 90 people participated, it's been a year in production and the experience filming it was amazing.  We're also gearing up to tour in early 2011 to support the album and then it's time to do it all over again…write, record, release!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well I wish you luck and can't wait for the next one! Anything else you'd like to add?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We love our fans and truly appreciate their continued love and support.  We hope they enjoy the new album.  xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can download "Fall Like You're Flying" for free as well as check out other info about Echo Echo at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://falllikeyoureflying.com/"&gt;www.falllikeyoureflying.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weareechoecho.com/"&gt;www.weareechoecho.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3889792506688225267?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3889792506688225267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/11/echo-echo-fall-like-youre-flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3889792506688225267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3889792506688225267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/11/echo-echo-fall-like-youre-flying.html' title='Echo Echo &quot;Fall Like You&apos;re Flying&quot; Interview'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TNrj-fiS6jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3FyxQWP97k/s72-c/EchoEcho_promo_photoby_GaryCarson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3516871948203780752</id><published>2010-09-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:14:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Heringer "Under California Skies" Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJeTj0zoDZI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fgu4bW0RzBA/s1600/AH+solo+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJeTj0zoDZI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fgu4bW0RzBA/s320/AH+solo+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519042112045714834" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the great perks of being a touring musician is the number of other artists you get to meet along the way. One such artist I had the pleasure of meeting on the road this year was Andrew Heringer (from Sacramento). We were both playing a show in Redding, CA, and I was immediately impressed by both Andrew and his band's music and professionalism.  The Andrew Heringer Band just recently released their latest album, "Under California Skies," a beautiful record combining elements of folk, pop and rock. You can download the album for free &lt;a href="http://andrewheringer.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was gracious enough to talk with me about the new album, art, songwriting and what lies ahead for himself and the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dan Krikorian: Has music always been something you’ve dreamt of doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew Heringer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Pretty much. I had a moment that I will never forget when I was probably about 13 or so where I said to myself, "I think I'm gonna be playing music for a long time." I feel lucky to have known from such an early age that I was passionate about something and could dedicate a lot of time in my teen years to practicing and soaking in as much as I could about music/performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What was the process like of writing “Under California Skies”?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the material from "Under California Skies" is about 2 years old at this point. Musically, it was influenced a lot by folk/rock/americana type of artists that I was listening to a lot at the time - such as Ryan Adams, Wilco, Rocky Votolato, Bob Dylan and Counting Crows. Most of the lyrics deal with "change" in life with relationships, early adulthood and the concept of home and belonging somewhere. It's definitely my most personal and honest record. Most of these songs were written by myself in my room, as stereotypical songwriter as that sounds. I am really happy that we spent so much time touring with these songs, which allowed us to flush out a lot of little problem spots in the lyrics/melodies/song form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You can definitely feel how personal of a record it is when listening to it. Is there any special meaning behind the title?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title comes from the song "Brooklyn." Most of the time my album titles come from lyrics because I like the album titles to mesh with the lyrical themes of the album. I struggled to find an album title for a really long time for this one that felt right. About 4 months into the recording process, I realized that the original lyrics to Brooklyn weren't working for me. During the re-write the line "Under California Skies" came out and it just summed up everything that I felt about this record. During the last two+ years of writing this album, I have been touring around the West Coast, mostly California, a lot. It just hit home that all these songs originated "under California skies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I know it's a tough question to answer, but what type of musician would you most consider yourself: folk, blues, pop?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something like folk-rock-pop would work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you have a specific songwriting process? For you, what comes first: the words, or the music? Or is it a little bit of both?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I start with music and melodies when writing songs - because at the heart of it those are the most important elements of a song in my opinion. Good lyrics are something that I strive for and appreciate in other songwriters but lots of bands have succeeded with terrible lyrics. It's never the same process though - sometimes I have lyrics and a theme in mind when I sit down to write - sometimes lyrics take forever - sometimes lyrics come out right away. The song "Roads" on this album came from a poem/free-write that I had jotted down one day and music and melodies came later. I think however a song comes out is how it comes out. You just feel blessed to get a good one out when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJed_lgskKI/AAAAAAAAABs/J7f4ttLH9yM/s1600/AH+Band+Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJed_lgskKI/AAAAAAAAABs/J7f4ttLH9yM/s320/AH+Band+Color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519053584092401826" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Haha yes I know how that goes. Well you did turn out some great songs on this album. I also noticed quite a bit mentioned about New York on the album, was that something you set out to write about or did it just sorta happen that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real personal album for me and all the lyrics came from a place of real world inspiration for me. Let's just say - I had a lot to think about in New York for a while... and if you listen to the lyrics of "Broadway" it won't be hard to figure out what that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Broadway" is one of my favorites on the album. As far as musical influences go, who would you site as your biggest?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this record - Ryan Adams, Rocky Votolato, Wilco, Bob Dylan, Counting Crows. My musical tastes are always evolving and changing though. Lately I've been listening to Avert Brothers, Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros, Phoenix and Crosby, Stills, Nash &amp;amp; Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I was lucky to play a lot of different genres and have a lot of different musical/theatrical/performing experiences. I played violin in Youth Orchestras. Played guitar in jazz band in high school as well as took classical guitar lessons. I was a theater major in college so I've done a lot of musical theater performing. As well, you had to pry me away from the radio at times growing up in the mid-90s. So anything from Miles Davis to Christopher Parkening to Stephen Sondheim and Nirvana - I would site as a huge influence depending on what phase of my life you caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I know each song on the album is special to you in its own way, but if you had to choose one or two that you felt really got down to the core of what you were trying to say, which would it be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last track "Fine" sums the album up well. It's about dealing with change, knowing that you can't control how life unfolds all the time and having optimism for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJeer_fknOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LW6uDf7ygZU/s1600/Andrew+Heringer+Bw+solo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJeer_fknOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LW6uDf7ygZU/s320/Andrew+Heringer+Bw+solo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519054346981252322" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You've been quite a busy man, as you also recently finished writing a musical as well. What was that process like and how was if different from writing “Under California Skies”?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical is called "Sleepaway Camp: The Musical" which is based off of a 1983 camp/slasher movie called "Sleepaway Camp." I have been writing that with two of my friends over the last 6 years. It is very much a collaborative effort as we are all working on lyrics together most of the time. Because it's a camp musical - the music has a fun folky/campfire inspired vibe - but still a lot of my style comes through. Totally different to the process of "California Skies" because of the group collaboration aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's so great you've been able to do both. So what’s next for you and the band?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started collaborating with a new group of musicians in the Los Angeles area and I am looking forward to working more on that project in the next couple of months. It will be quite a departure from the Andrew Heringer Band sound and will focus on more of an indie-rock vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, is there anything else you’d like to add?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the recording of the album, we asked our fans for support and raised over $10,000 to cover costs of recording. Thanks to their donations, we released our album for free on our website to allow for a broader audience to hear our music. So please go download the album - and if it's enjoyed spread the word to friends who might like it as well. Us independent artists don't have much of a budget for advertising and word of mouth from fans of the music is the single best way to get the word out about our music. Help support indie artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Haha I second that. Thanks Andrew!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information on the Andrew Heringer Band please check out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewheringer.com/"&gt;Andrew Heringer Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dan-Krikorian-Band/119566550922?ref=ts"&gt;Dan Krikorian Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3516871948203780752?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3516871948203780752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/09/andrew-heringer-under-california-skies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3516871948203780752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3516871948203780752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/09/andrew-heringer-under-california-skies.html' title='Andrew Heringer &quot;Under California Skies&quot; Interview'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14qEL5cf_m4/TJeTj0zoDZI/AAAAAAAAABk/Fgu4bW0RzBA/s72-c/AH+solo+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1460915330793778378</id><published>2010-05-06T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:32:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Colors and Chords" Review</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A great review came in today from Mark Fisher on his blog. Check out the link &lt;br /&gt;below to read it and please feel free to leave your comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.markfisherrocks.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mark Fisher Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1460915330793778378?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1460915330793778378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/05/colors-and-chords-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1460915330793778378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1460915330793778378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/05/colors-and-chords-review.html' title='&quot;Colors and Chords&quot; Review'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1104799374132739741</id><published>2010-03-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:40:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein and Music</title><content type='html'>Came across a great story today about Einstein and the beauty of music. &lt;div&gt;Check it out below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sivers.org/weidman"&gt;The Night I Met Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1104799374132739741?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1104799374132739741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/03/einstein-and-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1104799374132739741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1104799374132739741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/03/einstein-and-music.html' title='Einstein and Music'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-8744007526188620152</id><published>2010-03-08T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:27:17.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Tour!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;div&gt;  I hope all is well. Below are the dates for the upcoming East Coast tour. I'm so excited as this will be my first tour of the East Coast. More dates may be added as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;March 19th, &lt;i&gt;My Brother's Place,&lt;/i&gt; 8pm, Waldorf, MD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;March 25th, &lt;i&gt;Smith College&lt;/i&gt;, 9pm, Northampton, MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;March 26th, &lt;i&gt;Wadzilla Mansion&lt;/i&gt;, 9pm, Allston, MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;March 27th, &lt;i&gt;Rockwood Music Hall,&lt;/i&gt; 4pm New York, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-8744007526188620152?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/8744007526188620152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/03/east-coast-tour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/8744007526188620152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/8744007526188620152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/03/east-coast-tour.html' title='East Coast Tour!!!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-9063233938304909652</id><published>2010-03-01T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:10:39.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Isabelle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6cSLnR61EiY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6cSLnR61EiY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here's a video of a brand new song called "Isabelle". Hope you enjoy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-9063233938304909652?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/9063233938304909652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guys-heres-video-of-brand-new-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/9063233938304909652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/9063233938304909652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guys-heres-video-of-brand-new-song.html' title='&amp;quot;Isabelle&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-801921407319972631</id><published>2010-02-18T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:46:00.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The past few months, I will admit, have not been easy. Pneumonia is cruel and wipes you completely off your feet. But it also allows time for some much needed reflection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I couldn’t ask for a better set of parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They’ve shown what it is to work hard, dream, and do the right things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They’ve been there every step of the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when your cousin and best friend goes to war, your Mom lets you cry on her shoulder and assures you he’ll come home the same as he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when people in your family get sick, your Dad shows you how to be a rock for others to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when you realize you’re not gonna change the world by the time you’re 25, your Mom lets you know you’ve changed hers, and doesn’t take your CD out of her car for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when you get upset about what life makes you sacrifice, you think about your Dad foregoing trying to climb a corporate ladder so he can make every one of you and your siblings basketball, soccer, gymnastics, and football games...and your Mom handing you a check to help you buy your first guitar because you think you might be able to write songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when you find it hard to alway be humble, you remember your Dad going down to your high school at 5a.m. to pick up trash so your school would look more presentable that night at your basketball game against your cross-town rival...and never saying a word about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when some things seem just too hard to accomplish, your Mom starts running Marathons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when you feel like at times you’re taking more steps sideways then forward toward a dream, you know your parents are 2-stepping with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The great one’s always leave something behind for those that follow after.  They leave pictures, and songs, and advice, and failures, and long talks, and secret recipes, and dreams, and moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh they leave moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My parents will leave countless moments when they are gone someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I don’t thank them enough for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-801921407319972631?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/801921407319972631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-and-dad.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/801921407319972631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/801921407319972631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-and-dad.html' title='Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-2668573779142959600</id><published>2010-02-08T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:49:01.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"California" by Dan Krikorian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SQZ9FUsdShY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SQZ9FUsdShY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Guys, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know it's been a while, but here's a video taken this past weekend at the Gypsy Lounge. It's a brand new song called "California". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-2668573779142959600?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/2668573779142959600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-dan-krikorian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2668573779142959600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2668573779142959600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-dan-krikorian.html' title='&amp;quot;California&amp;quot; by Dan Krikorian'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1949293760238186252</id><published>2009-11-16T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:46:53.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Krikorian - Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bNMyQQk70tg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bNMyQQk70tg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a video taken this past weekend at Angel's Serenity in Scottsdale, Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is called "Words", and it's on the new album "Colors and Chords."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1949293760238186252?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1949293760238186252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/11/dan-krikorian-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1949293760238186252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1949293760238186252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/11/dan-krikorian-words.html' title='Dan Krikorian - Words'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-2542357728334852325</id><published>2009-11-05T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:55:26.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Colors and Chords" receives some kind words!</title><content type='html'>Bob Boulding, guitarist for the famous Young Dubliners, recently spoke about "Colors and Chords" on his website.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob lended his talents on the album and was a pleasure to work with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can check it out here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bobboulding.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-for-summer-and-fall-09.html"&gt;Bob Boulding Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-2542357728334852325?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/2542357728334852325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/11/colors-and-chords-receives-some-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2542357728334852325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2542357728334852325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/11/colors-and-chords-receives-some-kind.html' title='&quot;Colors and Chords&quot; receives some kind words!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-229549441673433583</id><published>2009-10-14T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:38:22.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orange County Marathon... about a year ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(This is an old blog I wrote on myspace about a year and a half ago...my mom just ran a marathon so I thought I'd share my own account of when I tried to run one...well it was only a half marathon...but tough none-the-less)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The OC Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sunday January 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 6.0px Verdana; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't exactly remember why, but a few months ago I decided it would be a good idea to run in the O.C. half marathon…well actually my mom sort of just signed me up. But anyway, Sunday was the big day and it was quite the experience. So while I sit here with my body hurting in places that I didn't even know existed, I thought I'd just jot down some thoughts about the day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wake up time:  6:30am…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  I immediately regret that I am actually going to attempt to run a marathon…well half marathon. I also regret not really training for it. But what I regret the most is that I ate way to much Jack in the Box at midnight the night before…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7:00a.m…  Madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  We arrive at the start line…and its nuts…and I mean nuts. People really go all out for these things. I've never seen so much spandex in one area at one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7:30 start/Mile 1…Ipod troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  The race starts and I immediately encounter trouble. My brother's ipod jams and I can't get it to work. The last thing I want is to be alone with my own thoughts for 13.1 miles so I have no choice but to stop on the side of the road and attempt to fix the damn thing. It takes me a good 3 or 4 minutes but thanks to some McIver-like abilities, I finally get it to work. Kudos to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 2… I realize how hard it is to drink water and run at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  It always looks so cool on TV when runners take the water from people on the side of the road and gulp it down in the middle of a race. What they don't tell you is how difficult it is to actually do that. My first attempt at a drink of water from the Dixie cup is disastrous.  Half the water splashes onto my face and down my shirt, and barely any goes into my mouth. Not only am I thirsty, but now I look like I'm sweating profusely after only a mile of running…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 3…Jim Doti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   At the start of the third mile I spot the President of Chapman University (my alma mater) a little ahead of me running with a Chapman flag. Then for some reason I got what I thought was a great idea.  I ran up to him and shook his hand (I was actually surprised he remembered me). Then I made a friendly suggestion…that if I beat him if he would pay off my student loans for me. He just smiled and said…"Well we'll see"… I'm awaiting confirmation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 4…The old lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  I've put some distance between me and Jim now and I thought I was running at a pretty good pace until something unexpected happens…this little old lady goes zooming by me and on the way past…WINKS AT ME! She was at least 65 years old and my ego had taken a big hit. But I made myself a promise…that I would not let that cocky old lady beat me no matter what it took…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 5…Another water stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Same story as before…only this time I get less water into my mouth and I am completely soaked. 3 little kids also pass me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Miles 6 and 7…I pick it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  I had had enough of saving  my energy and I decided to really pick up the pace. I zoom past tons of people and feel like a real stud. A voice in the back of my head tells me to slow down because I'll die at the end, but I don't listen to it…this is my race now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 8…Confirmation of the voice in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Exhaustion sets in… I am really pushing my body's limits and my legs and limbs start feeling numb…but I won't stop. Things start to get a little fuzzy. I start singing a little too loud to my own songs on my ipod and people turn and look at me("I don't wanna be the one that has to burn no more"). I start wishing I would have trained. I start wishing I was no longer running…I realize that the last 5 miles were going to be all mental, and that scared me. Then I see the old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 9… Gotcha bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  It may seem sad now that I resorted to attempting to beat a lady at least 35 years older than me…but it's the little things in life, you know. I catch up to her  as we are running by a nice little pond and just as I pass her…I turn and give her a little wink. She glared back at me but she knew what was up. "Gotcha bitch" is what I said when I got a step ahead of her but I don't think she heard me cuz she was fiddling with her hearing aid…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 9.5…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  I feel like death. I imagine this is what a comma is like. I'm hallucinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 10…Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   At mile 10 we pass a street very close to my work. I wished to God that I was at work that very moment, sitting at a warm desk helping rich people set-up retirement accounts. But then I knew that the next day I would be at work wishing I was outside running a race, and then I had a real conundrum on my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 11…2 terrible things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  This was a bad mile. First, my ipod runs out of battery so the last 2 miles I am left with nothing but the extremely pessimistic thoughts in my head…and then I see my friend Humberto Rojas. Humberto was a state champion long distance runner in high school and college. He wanted ME to finish the race with him!! I was already ready to lie down in the street and die…but now I had to pick up the pace 10 fold. And he would not take NO for an answer. So we began to run…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 11.5…I don't know where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  All my senses are messed up and I genuinely thought the race would never end. I can no longer tell the difference between hot and cold. I run through a bush but don't feel it. A guy attempts to sell my a beer on the side of the road... i am tempted, very tempted...but i lacked money and figure i should stick to water during a marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 12…I meet Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  At the 12 mile mark I hallucinate that I see Jesus. I figure it's because I was as close to death as I've ever been. I start to apologize to him for all the things I've done wrong and for the time when I was 10 and faked being sick so I didn't have to go to church. He tells me it's all ok and that he didn't remember that I did that… but thanks for reminding him. I said that I thought he knew everything. He said he does and that he was just kidding... and then gave me a wry Jesus smile…we both had a good laugh about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mile 13…The Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Right before the end I grab my last drink of water from a nice lady. She tells me to "hang in there" and the only thing I think to say back is "God bless your soul"(I had just met Jesus)  Then the jerk who designed the race thought it would be funny to put a nice little hill in the 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 6.0px Verdana; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; mile of the race. In my head I began writing a death threat to him. Humberto urges me to keep up and keeps smiling and running like this is the greatest thing in the frickin world. I make a mental note to fight him once I recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Finish Line… Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  The last 200 yards or so are lined with tons of cheering people. I make believe I'm in a movie and that they are all cheering for me. I wave at a few people and they look confused as to if they know me or not…I figure I've just run a marathon and I can wave at whoever the hell I want. Pure madness awaits me at the finish line. I feel like a rock star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  It was a great feeling, one of the best I've ever had actually. I couldn't feel any parts of my body, but it didn't matter. I finished.  I had learned a lot over 13.1 miles, conquered large feats (the old lady finished well behind me), and was genuinely glad I had raced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 13.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; What a day, what a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-229549441673433583?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/229549441673433583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/10/orange-county-marathon-about-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/229549441673433583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/229549441673433583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/10/orange-county-marathon-about-year-ago.html' title='The Orange County Marathon... about a year ago'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-281419598054716187</id><published>2009-09-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:01:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangerine Eyes/w Traci Hines</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This week I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with the super-talented Traci Hines and do a live acoustic version of "Tangerine Eyes", a song she did back-up vocals for on the new CD. She's awesome! Album will be available on iTunes in October!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDweO2nM05w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDweO2nM05w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; 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font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*This is part 1 of a series about the making of the new album "Colors and Chords"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He stood in the back corner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; with a cup of coffee in his hand. Wiry, white hair flowed from the sides of a face that looked worn from years of hard work. His face had stories. It had had songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh it had songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; He talked with a slight grin on his lips, as if he might know something about life that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;’t. His eyes looked like they had answers he would never tell because, well, there’s some things you have to learn on your own.  When his name was called to play, he shuffled gingerly up to the stage, tipping his hat to the crowd as he settled into his seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then he sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. He sang old blues and country songs of his that wove stories about love, loss, and growing old. When he had finished he made a brief comment about a CD he had and then returned to his spot in the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don’t really know why, but I was hooked on his every word. Everything he sang about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; so real, so powerful. This old man had no record deal, upcoming tour, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; page. Just 15 minutes at a Thursday night “Open Mic” night and that was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was a part of me that wanted to be like him and write songs with that much power. I wanted to make people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; like he made me feel when he sang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I decided to buy one of his CD’s so I walked over to the corner where he stood and politely introduced myself. "Hi I'm Dan" I told him. “My name is Bobby” he said as we shook hands, “you can have the CD for free.” I tried to pay him but he insisted I take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I said my thanks and turned to leave when he tapped me on the shoulder. “Are you playing tonight”? he asked. “Yes I am” I said. Then do me a favor,”  he paused and moved a little closer, “Rock the shit out of this place.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“No problem”  I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went home that night and started to work on the then unnamed new record. I set out to make an album that told a story from start to finish. I was proud of “Oxford Street” and all the opportunities that had arisen because of it, but I wanted to go farther with the new CD. I wanted to craft better lyrics, be more vulnerable if I had to, and push myself musically. I wanted to get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So with the words inspired from Bobby a few hours before, I wrote the new album’s first lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Son do you have enough soul to rock this coffee shop”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3554639248544779425?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3554639248544779425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-and-chordspart-1-intro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3554639248544779425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3554639248544779425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-and-chordspart-1-intro.html' title='Colors and Chords(Part 1, Intro)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-9008987771199156222</id><published>2009-09-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:56:34.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back(Things Ahead)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I know it's been a while since I've written anything here, and I apologize. I've spent the last 3 weeks finishing up the album and attempting to get things ready for the tour that starts in September. It's been a little exhausting to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the album is done and being manufactured as I type! I can't really express how excited I am for it's release. It's difficult to put a project that's taken 10 months of your time, energy, and self into words. And it's probably better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am going to do is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be posting different stories about the recording process during these weeks leading up to the release. I'll talk about the people involved, the decisions we made, the artwork, the mistakes that sounded cool so we kept, booking the tour, the stories behind some of the songs...and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do my best to be non-geeky and technical about things. I'll just give the inside scoop as to how we made this album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-9008987771199156222?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/9008987771199156222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-backthings-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/9008987771199156222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/9008987771199156222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-backthings-ahead.html' title='Welcome Back(Things Ahead)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-936134439502376042</id><published>2009-08-03T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:43:43.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts(Courage)</title><content type='html'>I spent last week with my cousin who was visiting on leave from the Marines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to send my thoughts and prayers out to the men and women who defend our country. It's something we don't think about enough, but these people allow us to do what we do; to pursue what we love while they spend summers in the Afghan heat, or deserts of Iraq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not only them, but those who sit at home and wait and worry about them, my thoughts are with you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Courage is endurance for one moment more…" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Marine Second Lieutenant in Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-936134439502376042?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/936134439502376042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-morning-thoughtscourage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/936134439502376042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/936134439502376042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-morning-thoughtscourage.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts(Courage)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3669933430611742442</id><published>2009-07-20T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:05:31.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts(Make it Rain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coming off quite a busy last couple of days. We had 3 shows this weekend, which makes me feel like a little bit of an actual musician:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got a first hand lesson this weekend as to what works and what doesn't work as far as making a live performance sound good. We played at the Doll Hut on Thursday and had a lot of trouble with feedback, monitors, and all sorts of stuff all night. The show went ok, but I spent 2 hours at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/span&gt; the next morning reading about how to properly mic a stage with a bunch of instruments so that wouldn't happen again. No joke haha. You gotta learn to love the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a little upset about how things went at the Doll Hut, not that it was a bad show by any means, but we all knew that the sound problems didn't allow us to really give people the type of show we would've liked to. But life is funny. At the end of the night we got asked to play the next night at The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gypsy Lounge&lt;/span&gt;, a place in Lake Forest I've wanted to get into for a while now. We happened to be celebrating my friend Pat's birthday that night as well and everything turned out better then we ever expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; add to that last point...I don't think the dance floor at Rudy's will ever be the same after what we did to it Friday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;great advice&lt;/span&gt; this weekend about all this music stuff..."One tough show or performance is not going to break you. And on the flip side one great show it not necessarily going to make you. It's what you do day- in and day- out over a long period of time that gets you somewhere." I obviously think applies to anything worth pursuing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night we ended the weekend with a show in Long Beach at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue Cafe&lt;/span&gt;. It went amazing. The sound was awesome. The fans were great as always and I got to perform a song with my cousin Andy who is back on leave from the Marines. I can't express enough how much fun I have being on stage with all my family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brother performed Prince's "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;" as a special guest at the show last night. We got the whole thing on video and it should be up on YouTube soon. All I'll say is, "You're welcome, world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't think I'll ever be able to end a show in a more dramatic fashion then how we did last night... During our last song a guy from the bar came up to the front of the stage and showered the stage with $1 bills... yes he literally made it "rain" on my sister's and I. I'm pretty sure it was meant more for my sister's, but who cares. It was $40 is $1 bills, not too shabby. Beat that John Mayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);   line-height: 33px; font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:24px;"&gt;"Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);   line-height: 33px;font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:24px;"&gt;-Scott R. Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3669933430611742442?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3669933430611742442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-morning-thoughtsmake-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3669933430611742442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3669933430611742442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-morning-thoughtsmake-it-rain.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts(Make it Rain)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-6996088859804366577</id><published>2009-07-15T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:21:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts(Sorry I was in Vegas)</title><content type='html'>I know I'm late, and I'm sorry. But I was in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; til Monday night so I hope I get a bit of a pass and you can forgive me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I think that 2 days in Vegas is the perfect amount of time for me. Just enough to get in and have a good time...and short enough so I don't do anything too stupid (Like say, put all my money on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; and let it ride. I was probably one drink away from that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I did run into a few NBA players this weekend(we frequent the same hot spots) because the NBA Summer League was in town. I talked to Hasheem Thabeet, saw Earl Boykins gambling at the $500 minimum table &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL WEEKEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and my brother gambled with Darren Collison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I don't know which was hotter in Vegas...the temperature(110 degrees)...or my friend Zach in his salmon&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(PINK)&lt;/span&gt; colored button down shirt with 3 buttons undone, exposing his freshly burnt chest. I could have also started this sentence with "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did we complain about more this weekend&lt;/span&gt;"? or " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are 2 things women try to get away from in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My friend Pat requested "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kick Away the Blues&lt;/span&gt;" to the DJ on Saturday night and the guy looked at him like he had no idea what he was talking about. Vegas is so behind the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We had a brief "Hangover" type of moment went we lost Zach on Sunday night. We didn't go looking for him because we all figured his shirt got him arrested for "Disturbing the Peace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*  I told the Black Jack dealer that I was going to "count cards" when I got to the table. I proceeded to lose my $40 in 2 hands. I never said I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; at counting cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* On a non-Vegas note...we have 2 shows this week...the first is tomorrow night at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Doll Hut&lt;/span&gt; in Anaheim. And the 2nd is on Sunday at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Blue Cafe&lt;/span&gt; in Long Beach at 7:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great rest of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);   line-height: 33px; font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:24px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);  line-height: 33px; font-family:'Century Schoolbook';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My own thing is in my head. I hear sounds and if I don't get them together, nobody else will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);   line-height: 33px;font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:24px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-6996088859804366577?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/6996088859804366577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-morning-thoughtssorry-i-was-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6996088859804366577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6996088859804366577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-morning-thoughtssorry-i-was-in.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts(Sorry I was in Vegas)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3042356543607414930</id><published>2009-07-06T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:33:06.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts(4th of July)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is the first Monday that I am not jotting these down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sporadically&lt;/span&gt; from a cubicle in Irvine. Instead I'm writing before I take off for the day to coach basketball. I've given up the 8 to 5 desk-job life and traded if for one of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;music, coaching, teaching, and maybe a pyramid scheme or two(joke).&lt;/span&gt;  The mornings are filled with more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uncertainties&lt;/span&gt;, but more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for now, that makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; always find it funny that people send weight and height &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; of their newborn child to friends and family. It's the only time in life that we do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; had a great turnout for our first show in Hollywood at Genghis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cohen&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday. I'm not a big fan of L.A. in general, but it was nice to visit for a show and hang out with friends after.We'll be back again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; are 2 major projects I'm working on at the moment, each which take up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;considerable&lt;/span&gt; amounts of time. The first is finishing the album "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colors and Chords"&lt;/span&gt;, and the second is putting together a West Coast Tour once the album is released. I'll talk about both of these things more once the get closer to completion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; did a couple of things to celebrate the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the morning I rode down to Newport Beach for about and hour. And then in the afternoon I went to my friend's house in Irvine to hang out the rest of the night. Riding my bike around in the morning felt like I was in some sort of "cool contest." Everyone in Newport was trying to look as hip and impressive as possible on every corner...in the afternoon my friends and I jumped around in a "bounce house" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reenacting&lt;/span&gt; "Free Willy" in the pool... not hard to guess where I'd rather be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; used my business degree in my music career far more than I ever did at my former job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The toughest thing to do at the moment is coming up with marketing tactics for the new album. Not that I'm void of any ideas or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;advice.&lt;/span&gt; It's that fact that there are SO many things a musician can do these days that it's almost overwhelming. You obviously can't do all of them and have to pick a few that will benefit you the most and just go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; have 2 big shows this month before the album is released: July 16th at The Doll Hut in Anaheim, and July 19th at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue Cafe in Long Beach&lt;/span&gt;. More info to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*  Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37); font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33px; "&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music should go right through you, leave some of itself inside you, and take some of you with it when it leaves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37); font-family: 'Century Schoolbook'; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(32, 26, 17); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicthoughts.com/author/52" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt; color: rgb(32, 26, 17); text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(196, 194, 186); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry Threadgill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3042356543607414930?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3042356543607414930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-morning-thoughts4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3042356543607414930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3042356543607414930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-morning-thoughts4th-of-july.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts(4th of July)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-2176005179722709054</id><published>2009-07-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:10:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A here we come!!</title><content type='html'>It's about 10am...about 12 hours before our show tonight, but I can't relax. I'm usually a mixture of nervous/excited before a concert, but tonight feels a little different.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our first "Headlining" type of show in L.A. which feels like a bit more pressure than a coffee house in Orange. I know it's a smaller venue and it's not like it's at Staples Center or something, but it took a lot of hassling to get into the place and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; that people will show up. (They take it way serious up there haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is... once we get up there and start playing, all that stuff kinda goes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're really looking forward to tonight. It'll be a recorded live and that'll be available after the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only about 12 hours to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genghis Cohen: 9pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;West Hollywood, CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genghiscohen.com/music.html" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://www.genghiscohen.com/music.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-2176005179722709054?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/2176005179722709054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2176005179722709054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2176005179722709054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-here-we-come.html' title='L.A here we come!!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-7508565187971341221</id><published>2009-06-29T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:08:50.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (Michael Jackson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last &lt;/span&gt;week the music world lost one of its biggest stars of all-time. Say what you want about his personal history, but musically &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; was untouchable. Time will tell just how influential his music was…but personally I already know. I spent countless hours as a kid dancing around my room to the tune of “Bad” and “Smooth Criminal,” or singing my heart out to “Man in the Mirror.” He was the ultimate performer and the world will miss him. Monday Morning Thoughts this week is a list of my favorite MJ songs as well as some of his great quotes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) “Scream”&lt;br /&gt;9)  “Beat It”&lt;br /&gt;8)  “The Way You Make Me Feel”&lt;br /&gt;7)  “Smooth Criminal”&lt;br /&gt;6)  “I’ll Be There”&lt;br /&gt;5)  “Thriller”&lt;br /&gt;4) “Billie Jean”&lt;br /&gt;3) “Bad”&lt;br /&gt;2) “Man in the Mirror”&lt;br /&gt;1) “Black or White”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I wake up from dreams and go "Wow, put this down on paper." The whole thing is strange. You hear the words, everything is right there in front of your face . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The greatest education in the world is watching the masters at work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Michael Jackson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-7508565187971341221?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/7508565187971341221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7508565187971341221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7508565187971341221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-michael-jackson.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (Michael Jackson)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-4869210698552520729</id><published>2009-06-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:30:19.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in L.A.!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update before this week gets a little hectic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band and I will be making our L.A. debut this week and next.&lt;br /&gt;We have 2 shows in the area. The first is tonight at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dakota Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Santa Monica. We're opeining for the band Eloise's CD release party. We go on tonight at 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then next week is our first big show in Hollywood at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Genghis Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We're really looking forward to this one as it's our first headling show in L.A. We promise it'll be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if not I'm sure they'll be something to say about them in Monday Morning Thoughts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on the venues and shows go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dakotalounge.com/"&gt;http://www.dakotalounge.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genghiscohen.com/music.html"&gt;http://www.genghiscohen.com/music.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"They always say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://musicthoughts.com/author/9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-4869210698552520729?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/4869210698552520729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-in-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/4869210698552520729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/4869210698552520729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-in-la.html' title='A Week in L.A.!!!!!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-7835103698160095394</id><published>2009-06-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:02:13.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (Father's Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's &lt;/span&gt;a lot going on at the moment, which is a good thing. A lot of studio time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; are coming up this week and next. I hope things keep moving forward like they've been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had a great &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;father’s day&lt;/span&gt;. I respect my dad more than anyone I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever met. It’s great to have a day to honor him, as well as all fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; band and I will be making our L.A. debut this week and next. This Thursday the L.A. based band Eloise asked us to play with them for their album release party at the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dakota Lounge&lt;/span&gt; in Santa Monica. Then next Thursday we’ll be headlining our own show at Genghis Cohen in West Hollywood! I’m pretty excited about both. More info about these later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; the first time this weekend I had &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Potato Wedges&lt;/span&gt; at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; where the bacon was hidden&lt;strong&gt; UNDER&lt;/strong&gt; the cheese instead of on top. What a pleasant surprise that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; people just amaze me. During our show on Friday in San Diego a guy and his son walked right up to our drummer on the stage, Brian, and began trying to ask him questions about how the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cajon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(a big box-like drum) he was playing worked. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR SET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Brian was nice enough to tell them we were about to play another song and we got on with playing…but then they just stood there at the foot of the stage about 2 feet from Brian and watched him play. &lt;em&gt;I guess he’s just that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; business idea I thought of last week… “&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Music Lessons for Athletes&lt;/span&gt;”, or something of the sort. I think the reason I took so long to get into music was the fact that I was intimidated by it for so long. I thought it was only for people in “Band” or something like that. And being in sports my whole life, there was this stigma that “piano lessons” or “voice lessons” were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-cool or dorky, which is dumb. It’s too bad I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t start sooner. Not that I would open a music lesson company&lt;strong&gt; ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; for athletes or whatever. But maybe a place that appealed to them more. As a kid I would’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been more likely to take lessons from someone who was more like myself and ALSO played guitar rather then a music major and all that(which is great). It’s just less intimidating at the start. Like I said…this was just a daydreaming idea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;…but who knows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; a good read about &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;conquering small goals&lt;/span&gt; one at a time, read here: &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/"&gt;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; hope everyone has a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;"Every increase in your knowledge is a simultaneous decrease. You learn and you unlearn at the same time. A new certainty is a new doubt as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-7835103698160095394?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/7835103698160095394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7835103698160095394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7835103698160095394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-fathers-day.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (Father&apos;s Day)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-583704598191410872</id><published>2009-06-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:14:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (I Try to Laugh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; graduation time, and though I don't have any of my own to attend...many of my family and friends do. The one thing I love about  graduations are the speeches. They're usually pretty hit or miss, but every so often somebody will say something that is so spot-on, so perfect for the moment that it's quite moving. For this Monday's thoughts I've compiled the thoughts that others have given on Graduation Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;…You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above rubies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…So today, I can wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all very good lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-J.K Rowling (at Harvard 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"…Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Steve Jobs (Stanford, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"…It doesn't matter that your dream came true if you spent your whole life sleeping..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"…Think of the world as a big glass of water with some salt in it. You have a choice. You can try to pick out all the salt or you can keep pouring in more water so eventually it gets less bitter. As you begin your new journey, you can try to remove everything that you find distasteful in the world, or you can just pour in more love. It's the only thing that the more you give away, the more you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerry Zucker (U. of Wisconsin, 2003)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says 'Morning, boys. How's the water?' And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-David Foster Wallace ( Kenyon College, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I listen, I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cutout. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Anna Quindlen (Pulitzer Prized winning author, Villanova, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-583704598191410872?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/583704598191410872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-i-try-to-laugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/583704598191410872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/583704598191410872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-i-try-to-laugh.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (I Try to Laugh)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-8446966549304523840</id><published>2009-06-11T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:55:03.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been asked many times before, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t it be great to win the lottery&lt;/em&gt;”? or, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t it be awesome to write a hit song, get rich, and just hang out&lt;/em&gt;”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction… &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Send me the check&lt;/strong&gt;! I’ll take a free pass for a while. Get “Free Parking” (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;last Monopoly reference I promise&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t life be better if you could wake up every morning whenever your bones felt completely rested? Spend hours each day lounging on a beach while the waves crashed softly in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; be nice. But that’s just a great vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong… &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE A GREAT VACATION&lt;/strong&gt;. And I would gladly accept the benefits of a “hit song” anytime (like I said, &lt;strong&gt;send the check&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;getting rich quick&lt;/span&gt; and then twiddling my thumbs sounds fun for a while. I’d have a hell of a time… but not forever. To me, sitting around not really doing anything, beach or wherever, would become as mundane as sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day…there’s really no difference. &lt;em&gt;Except the tan maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sivers&lt;/span&gt; puts it nicely… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We all need some time off. A change of scene and pace. Silence and solace if we’re stressed. Reckless adrenaline if we’re in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of us who think that an eternal escape from work would be paradise, don’t forget that we all need a playground…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real and constant vacation is in learning and doing&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; new things&lt;/span&gt;. Even if I did win the lottery I’d still &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to do something that excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to do things that add value. We want to get better and be better people. That’s why we volunteer, go back to school, start businesses, visit with family, and run marathons. Because it makes us feel good.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Makes us feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t turn off just because you hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate paradise is more a chord progression than a remote beach in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Figi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, or looking for dinosaur eggs in the Gobi Desert.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Australian psychiatrist W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Béran&lt;/span&gt; Wolfe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And by the way… if you do win the lottery we should go to Vegas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-8446966549304523840?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/8446966549304523840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/8446966549304523840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/8446966549304523840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-2449798014418441411</id><published>2009-06-10T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:08:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;been a little over a year and a half since I started seriously pursuing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;music.&lt;/span&gt; Up to this point the experience has been nothing short of unbelievable. But after a CD release, TV shows, concerts, newspaper articles, YouTube videos…and Twitter, there’s 2 things I know for certain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; long &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way to go before I &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; achieve anything of lasting value in the world of music.&lt;br /&gt;2) I would be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; near where I am if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t for the generous help and advice of others both in and outside the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has to make their own way in their careers, “&lt;em&gt;carve your own path&lt;/em&gt;” so to speak…but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t hurt to look at how others got to where they are. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Especially those you highly respect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the advice I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; received about music/life in the last couple of years from music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;professionals&lt;/span&gt;, friends, family, and random people along the way. The advice below has helped me begin carving my own path. It isn't the “&lt;em&gt;Go to this website and follow these 7 steps&lt;/em&gt;” type of advice. These are things that last more then a website set-up or marketing plan. Those things can be figured out with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to sound overly mushy and “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tony Robbins-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” in this post, but these are things I truly believe in and try to implement daily. I hope you find them useful or &lt;em&gt;slightly inspiring&lt;/em&gt; yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;“Have Fun”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; heard this quite a bit and think it comes first and foremost. If you don’t truly enjoy what you are doing, regardless of whether you’re making money or not, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;. Life’s just too short to spend years and years trudging along unhappily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;“You have to be Exceptional”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One of the world’s most influential thinkers on modern-day marketing, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Seth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Godin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, once wrote about creating a product or art:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;You’ll know when you’re on to something special, because people will love it so much they’ll tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;If people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t telling their friends about it yet, don’t waste time marketing it. Instead, keep improving until they are.&lt;br /&gt;Sell one. Find one person who trusts you and sell him a copy. Does he love it? Is he excited enough to tell ten friends because it helps them, not because it helps you? If not, you must stop what you’re doing and start over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You create your own luck”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that sometimes in life you can “catch a lucky break,” something just happens by pure chance or coincidence. I tell everyone who beats me in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monopoly&lt;/span&gt; that they were just “lucky”. But most of the time, luck is a byproduct of something you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that luck. People who sit around and wait for their “big break” are far less likely to be “lucky” then those out there working on their craft all the time. Think about anyone you respect who’s been successful at what they do…none of them got there by sitting around waiting for a producer, photographer, or CEO to call out of the blue and offer them the chance of a lifetime. &lt;strong&gt;They went and got it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Look people in the eye and say ‘thank you’ ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know this sounds so simple, but you’d be surprised at how many people (&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;especially in music&lt;/span&gt;) just don’t do this. It takes no skill or talent to be appreciative of the people who have helped you in anyway. And the thing is…people remember those things and will continue to help you down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Remember people’s names”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am &lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLE &lt;/strong&gt;at this…but I really do try. As many have told me, this is a really big deal and obviously goes hand-in-hand with the point above. There are so many “Secrets to Networking” and “How to Impress People” books available… but I believe following the last 2 points covers most if not all you really need to know. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The rest is just minor details&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Picture where ‘whatever it is you’re doing today’ will lead you in 5 years”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is hard for me to do, because ultimately, you just don’t know. You have hopes and dreams of where your art or job will lead you…but life is just so unpredictable. A fellow musician, who has been in the industry for a long time, told me this is one of the best ways to move your life in the direction you want. He said… “&lt;em&gt;Are the people, jobs, and things you do daily taking you where you wanna go”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Rock the shit out of places”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Excuse the language, but this is one of the better pieces of advice I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; received. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter how many people come to a show, or who’s in the room…&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rock the shit out of the place.&lt;/span&gt; This obviously carries over to anything in life…do it well… wait not “well”… exceptional. You just never know who’s listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.&lt;br /&gt;- Beverly Sills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-2449798014418441411?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/2449798014418441411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2449798014418441411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2449798014418441411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3201155177834385550</id><published>2009-06-08T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:41:58.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Morning Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (Catch-22)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;just coming back from a much needed and much appreciated week-long vacation. Life’s a little “up in the air” at the moment because job eliminations will be taking place at my work this week. Some things you just can’t control. But some you can. I’ve got my coffee and I’ve got my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday I performed at what I said last week was a “Special Event.” The event was a 16 yr old girl’s birthday party and it turned out to be one of the more &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gratifying shows&lt;/span&gt; I’ve done thus far in my career(I know that sounds odd, but it was great). She had about 50 friends and family members at the party and all of them were courteous enough to give me their full attention for the hour that I performed. A lot of them knew the songs(which was cool) and the birthday girl came on stage and sang a couple with me as well. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Overall it was a good time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It’s too bad the kids got all pissy when I tried to charge them $10 a piece at the end of the night&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wrote a post last week about having my CD sold in a store for the first time (&lt;strong&gt;you can read it below&lt;/strong&gt;). I talked about the path I took to get it there. What I forgot to mention in the post, is how &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;appreciative&lt;/span&gt; I am of everyone who has helped me along the way. It sounds cliché, but I really would be nowhere near where I am now if it weren’t for the people like you who come to the shows, buy CD’s and T-Shirts, help get me on TV and in newspapers, and read this Blog. I just can’t and never will be able to do all that on my own. &lt;strong&gt;I truly thank you and hope to have you around for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the past few months I’ve received quite a few pieces of advice from people in the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;music industry&lt;/span&gt; about the best way to carve out your own career path. I’m going to write a blog soon that speaks about this advice. Though it’ll be tailored toward music, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;insights &lt;/span&gt;and advice should benefit anyone currently working toward some goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not a movie critic and you probably don’t come to me for a “thumbs-up” or “thumbs- down” on any particular film…but “The Hangover” is pretty damn &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;. That’s all I’ll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never want a big corner office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weekend I heard one of the first songs I learned to play on the guitar… “&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;First Cut is the Deepest&lt;/span&gt;”…the Sheryl Crow version. It made me laugh because my roommate at the time, Kyle, absolutely hated the song…I would play it as loud and as often as I could for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;I hope you get to do something that &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pushes your boundaries&lt;/span&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a party given by a billionaire on Shelter Island, Kurt Vonnegut tells his friend, Joseph Heller, that their host, a hedge fund manager, had made more money in a single day than Heller had earned from his wildly popular novel Catch-22 over its whole history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heller said, “Yes, but I have something he will never have: Enough.”&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From Derek Sivers’ blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3201155177834385550?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3201155177834385550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-catch-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3201155177834385550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3201155177834385550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughts-catch-22.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (Catch-22)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-7172851142858572060</id><published>2009-06-05T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:48:48.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad (2nd Spin Records)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was a little kid I remember listening to the old records my mom and dad would play on lazy Sunday afternoons. I'd just lay there and drift away to the sounds coming out of that old record player while the rest of the family took a nap or read. It wasn't long until I knew every song by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Elton John&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Michael McDonald&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;James Taylor&lt;/span&gt;, and yes...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;. I'd proudly sing along to every line like it was my own and pretend  I was on stage in front of thousands of people, sweeping them off their feet with my powerful lyrics. I thought I was in fact &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanted to be those artists. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted to capture people's imagination with a melody or lyric&lt;/span&gt;...But I was also 10 and liked basketball, baseball cards, the girl who sat next to me in the 4th grade, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sporting a mullet&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years later I would figure out the mullet was working against me getting the girl, thanks a lot mom).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Flash forward about 9 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;I'm a freshman at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapman University&lt;/span&gt; trying to decide which elective class to take during the Spring Semester. I had just finished my first long and stressful season of college basketball and wanted to take a class that was fun and easy, something I could basically go to half the time and still get an A in. I scroll through the list of GE classes and finally just pick one without a whole lot of thought..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Screw it"&lt;/span&gt; I said, I'll just try this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Intro to Guitar 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was life's way of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;circling back&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it was just dumb luck. Probably a little of both. But from the moment I first strummed my guitar in that class I wanted to write those songs again. There was something so fascinating in the sound of those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;chords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. Something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't quite describe. I didn't care if I looked stupid in front of my basketball buddies for carrying a guitar around campus...I was hooked... and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; missed a class(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well maybe one or two but that's just not as dramatic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Flash forward 5 about years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... It's last Sunday afternoon. The band and I are jamming to our new song "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Something Good&lt;/span&gt;" in the middle of Second Spin Records...life is good. Then after the show the store manager comes up to me and says, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll sell your record in the store if you'd like us to"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;try to pretend like it's no big deal, try to act cool. I try not to act like the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt; who used to rock out by himself to Michael Jackson with his mullet when no one was watching. Or the kid who would get a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;fake guitar&lt;/span&gt; from Chucky Cheese's and pretended he was in Aerosmith. Or the kid who would spend hours upon hours in his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;garage&lt;/span&gt; working on his voice so he could muster up enough courage to sing his own songs in front of people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh sure that'd be great&lt;/span&gt;", I say.(very cooly, I might add)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give her some information. They make the little plastic divider with my name on it...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY NAME ON IT&lt;/span&gt;...and that's that. We shake hands and I'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk out of the store and try to hide my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, but I just can't. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a lazy Sunday afternoon and I'm dreaming again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go down to Second Spin Records and browse the aisles you'll find all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;classics&lt;/span&gt;... Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, The Rolling Stones...and yes, Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the same section, if you look hard enough, somewhere between Damien Rice and Deathcab For Cutie, you can find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Oxford Street."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that feels pretty cool... feels pretty,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-7172851142858572060?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/7172851142858572060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7172851142858572060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7172851142858572060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad.html' title='Bad (2nd Spin Records)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-431172205737563246</id><published>2009-06-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:53:41.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Morning Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts(On Another Tuesday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; apologize for another day-late post. I'm on vacation right now and just getting a chance to collect my thoughts. This past weekend was unbelievable.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bonfires&lt;/span&gt;, shows, seeing old friends, and a day-trip to an old town where my Grandmother grew up...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;life is good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;still remains such a mystery to me...Yesterday I spent 2 hours working on a new song and made very little progress. Then my brother and I started fooling around on the guitar and piano for 5 minutes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!... we have a song we're both really excited about called "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I'll never figure music out, and in a way...I think that's the best thing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I truly believe that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Monopoly&lt;/span&gt; teaches you everything you need to know about a person and life. I played it with family and friends about 5 times this weekend(we party) and had forgotten how much I enjoy that game. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Competition, deals, chances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOARDWALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Free Parking, fighting, forgiveness, laughter, hatred(for 10 minutes), greed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stamina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, love(money)&lt;/span&gt;, and on and on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WHAT A GAME!&lt;/span&gt;  I'm a fairly terrible loser during board games so I apologize to my family and friends for the swearing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;derogatory&lt;/span&gt; comments. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; actually love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'll write about this more in an upcoming post, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Spin Records&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is now carrying my first album "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oxford Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" in their store! I'm gonna go back and take a picture of it on the shelf in a week because...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;oly shit I have a record in a store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so thankful for everything that's happened in music thus far and try not to take even these little things for granted. Please feel free to go purchase one if you're in the Costa Mesa area :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: EMO MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;...I was on a road in the middle of the desert this weekend and noticed that the view in my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;rearview mirror&lt;/span&gt; looked exactly the same as the view out my windshield. How often can we say that in life? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO MOMENT OVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I'm performing at a "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Special Event&lt;/span&gt;" this weekend. I won't say what it is yet because it's supposed to be a surprise...but I think it'll be pretty comical and a lot fun. I'll let you know about it next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Now that I have a full band, people have asked me if I'll change the name of the band for live shows. So instead of  just "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan Krikorian&lt;/span&gt;", maybe "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Dan Krikorian Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  or "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan Krikorian and the (fill in the blank)&lt;/span&gt;. I guess we'll see what we come up with. I feel like my band is trying to overthrow me but that may just be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I'm heading to the studio as soon as I'm done with this post. I'll be doing the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;vocals &lt;/span&gt;on about 3 songs today, which will move us ever closer to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;completion of the album.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);   line-height: 33px; font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:24px;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The poem the reader reads may be better than that which the writer wrote. &lt;br /&gt;Try to make things that can become better than what you thought you were doing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(50, 45, 37);   line-height: 33px;font-family:'Century Schoolbook';font-size:24px;"&gt;  -Brian Eno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-431172205737563246?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/431172205737563246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughtson-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/431172205737563246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/431172205737563246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-morning-thoughtson-another.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts(On Another Tuesday)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-7741973340211199099</id><published>2009-05-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:53:53.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album Recording'/><title type='text'>My Musical Blueprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times during the recording process &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;(producer/engineer), myself, and any of the number of people who have been working on the album with us, will listen to what we call a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“reference point&lt;/span&gt;,” which simply means… listening to other albums to get ideas on musical concepts like…arrangements, vocal harmonies, electric guitar sounds, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rhythms&lt;/span&gt;, production techniques, and on and on and on. Basically we’re saying, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“These people made great records, how can we do the same”?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; much that goes into making a record and these artists mentioned below have laid out some unbelievable &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blueprints&lt;/span&gt; to follow. Honestly, there are tons of great artists and songs that have shaped the sound of this CD, but here is the short list of the ones that we spent the most time with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you check out these artists and albums when you get a chance, they are all fantastic in their own ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Purdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Last Clock on the Wall, You Can Tell Georgia, Only Four Seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Joe has by far been the #1 influence on the CD. You’ll hear bits of his sound sprinkled throughout every song. In my opinion, no one is making music as pure as he is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs most heavily influenced by Joe on “Colors and Chords”:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tangerine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Something Good&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sidewalks/Mary Jones&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bobby Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The Historical Conquests of Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, The Animal Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Josh is an absolute master with words. His music is a blend of folk, rock, and singer/songwriter. He has a very unique sound that we quite envy and referred to often. His song “The Temptation of Adam” is one of the greatest non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love songs I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs most influenced by Josh&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lock on the Door&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;9, O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- You don’t quite understand how much of a genius Damien is until you start breaking down his songs. They make complete and incomplete sense all at the same time. Not many artists can write a song as moving and heart-wrenching as “Rootless Tree”, “9 Crimes”, or "Delicate" while remaining so artful and accessible to listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs most influenced by Damien&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Waste&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tangerine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;How to Save a Life, The Fray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Many of the piano melodies you’ll hear on “Colors and Chords” were inspired by the style of The Fray. I enjoy their approach to piano-rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs most influenced&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lock on the Door&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sidewalks/Mary Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Iver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;For Emma Forever Ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The sound of our CD’s are much different, but his originality is inspiring and thought-provoking. &lt;em&gt;For Emma&lt;/em&gt; forced me to take a long look at my own album, and because of it, made some changes that I felt improved it greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song most influenced&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I picked up a copy of their album late in my recording process and I’m forever grateful I did. The vocal harmonies on this record are stunningly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs most influenced&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tangerine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The White Album&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously these guys influenced much of all modern music. We listened to some of these recordings to get an idea of the instrumentation they used to produce those classic sounds we all sing-a-long to. They were masters at making the simple sound so grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs most influenced&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fixed on You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is not finished quite yet, so if you have any great music that you feel I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEED TO HEAR&lt;/span&gt;…let me know and I’ll be sure to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.”&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-7741973340211199099?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/7741973340211199099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-musical-blueprints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7741973340211199099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7741973340211199099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-musical-blueprints.html' title='My Musical Blueprints'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1720439564773013117</id><published>2009-05-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:30:33.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Morning Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (On a Tuesday)</title><content type='html'>Since yesterday was a holiday and I was a little caught up with family gatherings and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wiffle&lt;/span&gt; ball games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, these thoughts are a day late and I apologize. But here's some thoughts for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I saw Flight of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Conchords&lt;/span&gt; live in LA on Friday night. They were unbelievable. It made me jealous that they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; become millionaires for cleverly fooling around on a stage for 2 hours. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Here’s a joke that always puts a smile on my face…and I know it’s dumb:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;You hear about the 2 antenna’s that got married? No? Well, the wedding was terrible…but the reception was great…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m probably the worst person to watch a scary/intensely thrilling movie with because all I can think about the whole time is how funny it would be if &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will Ferrell&lt;/span&gt; were the main character instead(Try it it’s fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I did some &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt; cleaning yesterday and got rid of a bunch of old clothes. During the process I wondered how I ever found friends or performed on a stage with the wardrobe I owned. (god I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Volcom&lt;/span&gt; shirts and Tommy jeans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I really don’t write much poetry, but I randomly gave it a try this week. You can read “&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Honey&lt;/span&gt;” in the previous entry below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think my Company has started tracking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; usage and blog postings…so I’d like to welcome you new members who are reading this now. Please feel free to browse through previous posts and visit my website for more info about merchandise and upcoming shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The record label I’ll be starting in the next week or two will be called…&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet Face Records&lt;/span&gt;…I’ll explain why in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The band and I have a show at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Spin Records&lt;/span&gt; in Costa Mesa on &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; at 3pm. Come on by for a free show if you’re around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, boy.”&lt;br /&gt;-Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Handey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1720439564773013117?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1720439564773013117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-morning-thoughts-on-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1720439564773013117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1720439564773013117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-morning-thoughts-on-tuesday.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (On a Tuesday)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-7525547618744574610</id><published>2009-05-22T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:01:03.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>To wander as a ghost&lt;br /&gt;In solemn, callused shoes&lt;br /&gt;In passing say,&lt;br /&gt;To dreadnaught eyes, too much.&lt;br /&gt;And scrape your knees&lt;br /&gt;On buzzing bees&lt;br /&gt;And honey in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sing a single word&lt;br /&gt;Til boat has reached the shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-7525547618744574610?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/7525547618744574610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7525547618744574610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/7525547618744574610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3507181912255095280</id><published>2009-05-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:53:30.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Morning Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (5/18)</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend in beautiful&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; San Rafael&lt;/span&gt;, California for my sister’s college graduation and Good God was it hot! I thought NorCal was supposed to be colder then SoCal?! But the trip was a blast. It was nice to get away for a quick moment and get some prospective on things. The 8 hour drive up with my other sister and Grandparents left plenty of room for thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My Grandpa gave me this advice during the long car-ride… “&lt;strong&gt;Dan, the greatest thing you could ever do in life is to love someone and have a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* I’m currently working on 2 new songs which I’m really really excited about… “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” Both are upbeat and involve the full band. I’ll start playing them live as soon as they’re finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I thought I was going to lose my job on Friday, but my company decided to delay lay-offs…the end is never where it should be, but then again, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neither is the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* Sometime in the future…I’ll put it on a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5 year&lt;/span&gt; plan how ‘bout…I’d like to set up a music festival here in Costa Mesa. I think it’d be great for the city and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* One of my best friends and old college roomate, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyle Charters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, randomly found my blog while surfing the web the other day. Kyle told me he’d become a “lifelong” reader if I mentioned how amazing of a person he was in one of these blogs. He also sent me a list of things I could/should say about him that were slightly inappropriate, so I’ll just say this…Kyle was the first person I’d spend hours talking to about setting up our own business’s, chasing down dreams, and finding &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;. He never once told me those things were impossible or dumb. I have Kyle to thank for lighting that fire in me and I’m forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The plastic toilet-seat covers in the bathroom at my work have this quote on the box… “Provided by the Management for your Protection”… I don’t thank management enough for being so concerned about my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don’t know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jake Walden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; personally, but I highly respect his music, so I emailed him about the best way to book shows in the busy L.A. music scene. I didn’t really expect to have my email answered…but he personally wrote me back offering his advice and help! It’s amazing what an act of genuine kindness can do. He now has a lifelong fan without having to spend a dime on any sort of promotion or marketing. Check out Jake’s music here…&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jakewalden"&gt;www.myspace.com/jakewalden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;- Jalal Ud-Din Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3507181912255095280?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3507181912255095280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-morning-thoughts-518.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3507181912255095280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3507181912255095280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-morning-thoughts-518.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (5/18)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-9000156461607817429</id><published>2009-05-11T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:16:08.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Morning Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Thoughts (5/11)</title><content type='html'>Its Monday again…normally I’d be a bit cranky, a bit on the “I hate Mondays/the weekend is too short” train…but this one I’m not. I had a great weekend. Anytime you spend three straight days with family, good friends, and get to play music for a great cause…life is good. Plus Joan Rivers won “Celebrity Apprentice”, so I’m psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some random thoughts/ideas/updates on a Monday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m working on the interview with writer/photographer Chasen Marshall…I saw him this weekend and he told me to never set a deadline for myself on publishing articles…so the article will be up…”&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A concert with all the lights on is pretty difficult…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m going to the studio on Tuesday to do some editing on the album…I can’t express enough how much I love doing even the most trivial things when it comes to music and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;record&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This morning an older woman at my work turned to me and said… “I need something salty in my mouth right now”… I’m not nearly mature enough to handle that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve decided to release my album on my own label which I’ll be starting in the upcoming weeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ll be heading to San Francisco this weekend to watch my sister graduate from college with a degree in nursing …she’s worked so hard and I’m so proud of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m so thankful to have the mom and family that I do…Mother’s Day was great. My mom is a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; reason I can do what I do and I am forever grateful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you’re looking for a cool blog to inspire you on a Monday, there’s some good stuff here…&lt;a href="http://www.financeyourfreedom.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.financeyourfreedom.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“You've got to find some way of saying it without saying it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Duke Ellington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-9000156461607817429?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/9000156461607817429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-morning-thoughts-511.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/9000156461607817429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/9000156461607817429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-morning-thoughts-511.html' title='Monday Morning Thoughts (5/11)'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-2097295135915538996</id><published>2009-05-04T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:59:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the more clarifying moments in my life came on a summer afternoon when I was 19. The moment was a gift, completely unexpected, as the best gifts often are. I was in Newport Beach with my family for the afternoon and went for a swim in the water with dad. We were catching waves and talking when something hit me: &lt;em&gt;I wanted to be my dad&lt;/em&gt;. I wanted to be the type of man and father he has been for my family his whole life. He’s never been into cars or money or fame, just hard work and strong values. When I need an example of how to be a “man”, I look no further then him, there’s no need. All that became clear then, and it’s what I strive to be to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those moments happened this Friday after the concert at my house,&lt;br /&gt;and it had nothing to do with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY &lt;/span&gt;music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our set (which I felt went extremely well), my Aunt asked if she could play a song or two. I was more then happy to hear her play. My Aunt used to play guitar, is a very musical person and had told me during intermission that she was recently inspired to start playing again. She confessed that life was a little rough at the moment and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mind playing some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how she performed was truly touching. She played just to play. To escape somewhere else for a moment. She played because she &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to. Because music has a way of fixing things for just an instant. No posters, no press packages, no managers, no back-stage passes…just a moving version of John Denver’s “Country Roads.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment that made me remember why I do what I do. What it’s like to sit in the audience and be utterly moved by a simple melody. You stand on stage enough and it’s easy to forget what the other side is like, or why you started playing in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Aunt’s performance is why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-2097295135915538996?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/2097295135915538996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/country-roads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2097295135915538996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/2097295135915538996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/05/country-roads.html' title='Country Roads'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-6468354495839178645</id><published>2009-04-28T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:49:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Concert!</title><content type='html'>The band and I will be busy this Saturday, May 2nd, playing at the Costa Mesa High School Grad Night fundraiser, but what I'm more excited about is the show we just added Friday night.&lt;div&gt;We've decided to test out our sound at a concert at my house! It should be a really fun and intimate environment shared with family and friends. The show will be free with and food and drinks provided. We'll see how it all works out. About 40 people could possibly fit in the living room set-up we'll have, and more could sit outside on the patio as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the types of shows that excite me. Playing to a room full of people who are really listening to your music is a dream come true, even if you have to bribe them with buffalo wings :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-6468354495839178645?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/6468354495839178645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6468354495839178645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/6468354495839178645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-concert.html' title='House Concert!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1423892322578679064</id><published>2009-04-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:40:30.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio, Shows,and...Tweeting?!</title><content type='html'>I’m really looking forward to the next few months. There’s a feeling of change in the air that’s extremely motivating. Musically things are picking up momentum as we get ready to release the album this summer. I wish we could release it tomorrow and get on with things, but I’m enjoying this whole process none-the-less. The music business is a fickle beast so you’ve got to enjoy it when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a quick rundown on what’s been happening and what’s ahead in the near future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“In My World” and “If You Don’t Mind” on the radio:&lt;/strong&gt; Both songs are currently playing on college radio stations in Wisconsin, Illinois, and Chapman Radio. “In My World” will also be featured on AF Radio’s “Acoustic Fuel” starting this month thru July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Album Release!&lt;/strong&gt; “Colors and Chords” will be release early this summer…it’s getting close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Coast Tour!&lt;/strong&gt; Once the album is released we’ll be making trips up and down the West Coast to promote the record. So far we’ve got shows booked in San Francisco and Phoenix, Arizona later this year! More info to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twitter craze!&lt;/strong&gt; I’m figuring out what the hell this thing is and attempting to sound interesting on it…with that said…click on the link next to this post to follow along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full band shows next month:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve got a great new band supporting me now for full shows. We’ll be showing off our stuff May 2nd for a Costa Mesa High School event, and May 8th at Chapman University. We’re ready to rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist Interviews!&lt;/strong&gt; Starting next month I’ll be doing weekly interviews with fellow musicians, photographers, writers, and artists in general on their art and lives. I’m really looking forward to hearing and sharing their stories. Look for the interviews on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll end things with a quote from Bob Dylan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1423892322578679064?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1423892322578679064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/radio-showsandtweeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1423892322578679064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1423892322578679064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/radio-showsandtweeting.html' title='Radio, Shows,and...Tweeting?!'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-5217810030172026669</id><published>2009-04-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:47:26.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Passion</title><content type='html'>I saw Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Purdy&lt;/span&gt; perform in LA last night. It was refreshing. To see someone so deeply passionate about what they do is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following your passion as a career is something we all dream of(at least for a while). Getting paid to do something you would willing do for next to nothing seems like a permanent vaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could following your passion lead to more monetary and career related success in the long run? I came across a great blog the other day that attempted to answer that question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/follow-your-passion-the-blogger-roundup/"&gt;http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/follow-your-passion-the-blogger-roundup/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always, thank you Joe Purdy for rocking my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-5217810030172026669?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/5217810030172026669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/following-passion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/5217810030172026669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/5217810030172026669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/following-passion.html' title='Following Passion'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1728278931971747095</id><published>2009-04-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:26:29.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Fit</title><content type='html'>Something I've learned in my short career in music:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't force things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it be a song, a show, marketing, anything really...good things take time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a song begins to frustrate me too much, I just let it go. If it's meant to be it'll come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best art is made in the midst of a pure emotion or idea. If I have to break something down TOO much then to me it becomes more science then art. That's not to say I don't spend hours and hours of time crafting a certain song or idea, but there's a line where it's just not fun anymore and time to move on. Everyone has their own line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that excites me about this new album is that nothing has felt forced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Tuesday night in the studio working with guitarist Bob Boulding and engineer/producer Shawn Nourse. I am beyond blessed to be working with both of these guys this early on in my career. Both are world-class musicians(Bob is the guitarist for Young Dubliners, and Shawn plays currently with I See Hawks in LA and before that with the famous Dwight Yoakam), and are so easy to work with. The thing you worry about when recording an album is making sure your true voice comes across on the record. You want your music to sound as true to your vision as possible, and that is way harder said then done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But so far with these guys and everyone else who's worked on the album, it's been so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone understands the overall concept, yet each have put their own unique stamp on songs that always make me say "WOW" to something I've heard a million times before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this keeps up. It's been so much fun and to this point such an enjoyable process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1728278931971747095?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1728278931971747095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1728278931971747095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1728278931971747095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-fit.html' title='A Good Fit'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-903748786372522980</id><published>2009-04-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:17:46.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia Reign</title><content type='html'>The one thing I get asked quite a bit is..."What does the album title 'Colors and Chords' mean"? Though I generally shy away from ever exposing exactly what any song or title means(I think art should be left for individual interpretation), I will say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors and Chords are what make life beautiful. Whether it be songs, paintings, photographs, or any form of art, these things are the purest forms of human expression. They're the things that keep you up at night, and get you up in the morning. They foster hope and change, and give a voice to cuts we can't always see. These are things that live well past our earthly years. Things that WE create. Things we can always call our own.&lt;br /&gt;And not only are the things we make beautiful, but those who make them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rap things up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title actually comes from a song that isn't on this album. It'll be on the next album &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. The song is called 'Georgia Reign', and here 's the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me 'bout the Georgia Rain.&lt;br /&gt;  You skip a stone and&lt;br /&gt;  Try and count the rings.&lt;br /&gt;  I keep tearing at a hole,&lt;br /&gt;  You dream in colors and&lt;br /&gt;  I dream in chords..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-903748786372522980?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/903748786372522980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/georgia-reign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/903748786372522980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/903748786372522980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/georgia-reign.html' title='Georgia Reign'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-1443259163605289294</id><published>2009-04-09T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:30:37.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the things I fear the most,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that I'll die more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-1443259163605289294?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/1443259163605289294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-things-i-fear-most-is-that-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1443259163605289294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/1443259163605289294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-things-i-fear-most-is-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-3549963488711323300</id><published>2009-04-08T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:27:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RADD</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel as if I suffer from some sort of “Reading ADD.” I’ll call it RADD. I’m not sure that’s an actual condition, but if it is, Usher might tell me, “You’ve got it bad.” Thanks Usher, I know. I literally have about 25 books, all on different subjects, stacked by my bed. I’m often more drawn to short stories, magazine articles, and blogs because of their ability to give me information in a short time span and then I can be on my way. Recently though, my RADD led me to one of my favorite fables. It left plenty of food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer had only one horse. One day, his horse ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbors came by saying, “I’m so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.” The man just said, “We’ll see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, his horse came back with twenty wild horses. The man and his son corraled all 21 horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!” The man just said, “We’ll see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the wild horses kicked the man’s only son, breaking both his legs.&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbors came by saying, “I’m so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.” The man just said, “We’ll see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country went to war, and every able-bodied young man was drafted to fight. The war was terrible and killed every young man, but the farmer’s son was spared, since his broken legs prevented him from being drafted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!” The man just said, “We’ll see.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-3549963488711323300?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/3549963488711323300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/radd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3549963488711323300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/3549963488711323300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/radd.html' title='RADD'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332905482978150836.post-5596701277437198722</id><published>2009-04-03T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:34:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Something</title><content type='html'>Embarking on something new is at times as daunting as it is motivating. There's &lt;div&gt;excitement in possibility, hope on a blank canvas, magic in newly discovered chords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet often times that magic can be held in check by our own self-doubt, our own uncertainties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel the things we dream in the dark aren't as brilliant when seen in the light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently in the middle of recording my second album, "Colors and Chords." I will be attempting to share the process of making this record, from the decision's made on instruments and chords etc., to my feelings on songs and the album's artwork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to share both sides of the spectrum that I'm currently dealing with. From the highs of hearing the album come to life, to the lows and frustrations of missing lyrics and emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As hard as it gets a times, the chance to bring my dreams to light is an experience words can't quite explain...but since this is a blog, I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332905482978150836-5596701277437198722?l=dkrikorian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/feeds/5596701277437198722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-of-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/5596701277437198722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332905482978150836/posts/default/5596701277437198722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkrikorian.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-of-something.html' title='The Start of Something'/><author><name>Dan Krikorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00379484648571164013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MI9tEopRss/TjJmOQUUOOI/AAAAAAAAACo/M_qnd1yPBxY/s220/DSC_0209oldstyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
