Miles Zuniga loves you

I'm in a New York state of mind.

2010-04-30T23:40:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to let you all know I'm out on the road with Bruce Robison.
This is just a short little hop with a few select dates but it's been a strange and interesting affair so far.
We flew into Buffalo and did our first gig at the Sportsmen's Tavern.
Quite a few people were sporting cowboy hats and boots.
I wondered if they were real cowboys or just dressing up because we hail from Texas.
I was born and raised in the Lone Star State but I was dressed like Lou Reed.
Tonight we played in Lowville NY.
I've never been here but it's a beautiful place.
I went for a long run out in the country and passed a dairy and saw some Amish folk complete with horse and buggy.
We did our gig at the Historical Society.
There were stuffed birds and mannequins and paintings whose eyes seemed to move when you walked past them.
I play some interesting gigs with Mr. Robison.
Tomorrow we're playing in Albany at the Swyer Theater with Iris Dement and then it's off to the Big Apple.
I'll be playing a show with my old friend Adam Levy at Banjo Jim's in the village.
www.banjojims.com
Adam Levy is a wicked guitarist and he's done tours and recorded with Norah Jones and Tracy Chapman.
In fact, if you know that Tracy Chapman tune "Give Me One Reason", Adam's guitar is the first thing you hear.
I'll be doing some Fastball tunes, some Small Stars tunes and a few new ones so I hope y'all can make it down.
On Tuesday Bruce and I are playing in Easton, Maryland at the Nightcat and Wednesday we play in Philadelphia at the Tin Angel.
http://www.nightcatmusic.com/
http://www.tinangel.com/
I'm opening both of these gigs and then playing guitar and singing harmony with Bruce afterwards.
If you come to one of these shows, please come say hello.
Salut,
MILES

P.S. Here's a new tune for ya

Smell the Cork Episode 2

2010-01-13T23:14:00.000-08:00

Sorry I haven't written in a while.
I've been pretty busy.
I also feel like I'm channeling Ellen Degeneres so read the rest of this post in her voice.
I did get to go skiing in Steamboat Springs CO.
I normally associate skiing with something crazy and borderline suicidal like dancing on the ledge of a tall building with a Long Island Ice Tea in your hand or running across six lanes of freeway while dressed in a bear suit.
Skiing has always felt like that to me but this time I got lessons and I learned how to turn.
That was a good thing to learn.
No more crashing for me, no sir.
I was in Colorado to play a gig but the people that hired us threw in free skiing as a perk.
That's one of the great things about being in a band, all the little perks.

I did find time to tape another episode of Smell the Cork.
My guest was the fabulous Ray Benson.
He doesn't bill himself that way, I just think he's fabulous.
You can listen here:
http://smellthecork.libsyn.com/

Salud,
Miles

"Weird Al" Yankovic

2010-01-01T14:45:00.000-08:00

Songwriting has taken me to many interesting places.
Recently I got to go to the Hanson's (yes that Hanson) annual songwriting pilgrimage called Fool's Banquet.
There was an amazing cast of characters there; Adam Green, Har Mar Superstar, Imani Coppola, the Hansons and "Weird Al" Yankovic to name a few.
I found time to share a bottle of wine with Weird Al and tape this interview.
Salut!
http://smellthecork.libsyn.com/

Goodbye Aughts, Hello Tens

2009-12-31T08:30:00.000-08:00

It's the last day of 2009.
Time to take down the tree, shave my beard and learn to speak Mandarin Chinese.
I managed to get one more song in before the decade ended.

There's many more to come as well as a few other surprises just around the bend.

新年快乐
Miles

Bah Humbug

2009-12-23T09:02:00.000-08:00

I've been listening to Christmas songs on the radio for the past day or so.
This is akin to Chinese water torture.
Sure it's fun for awhile...
but after you hear "Let it Snow" or "Baby It's Cold Outside" for the 500th time, you're ready to commit Hari Kari.
They play the same hundred Christmas songs over and over and over.
Sure there's different versions but I have to turn it off now before I have a conniption.
Also, lyrically these songs are all written from the point of view of someone who's actually seen...snow.
"Let it Snow" "Frosty the Snowman" "Walking in a Winter Wonderland". etc.
I live in Austin Texas.
It snows here maybe once a decade.
When it does, everything shuts down.
There's a panic run on the grocery stores that resembles Russia during World War One.
By noon the next day, all the snow has melted.
So snow is a non-event and a pain in the ass.
Sort of like the Fourth of July.

Working for tips

2009-12-19T08:40:00.000-08:00

A few people said they'd be happy to buy the Mp3's I'm posting.
I didn't want to bother with all the rigamarole of putting these tunes up on I-tunes and they really are just demos and what have you.
I enjoy sharing them with you.
I've decided the best solution is to set up a tip jar of sorts.
If you like what you hear and want to tip me for the mp3, please do.
If you want to give me a bunch of money for no reason, that's cool too.

Songs! Songs! Give Me Songs!

2009-12-15T10:05:00.001-08:00

Hello all.
It's December. Time to drink Brandy, grow a beard and watch a Wonderful Life.
I've also found time to write some songs.
The songwriting game is in full effect.
This time I had the choice of combining any of these two words:
Junkie
Gymnast
Spirit
School
Busy
Hands

Somewhat predictably, I gravitated toward the word Junkie.
Here is the result:

Happy Xmas

2009-12-03T08:27:00.000-08:00

I wrote a Xmas song (my first one ever) with a Danish musician named Niels Christian.
He plays in a band called "Leaving a Small Town".
The song is called Christmas Day and it's their new single in Denmark.
You can check it out here:www.myspace.com/leavingasmalltown

Don't try this at home

2009-12-01T17:28:00.000-08:00

I don't know how old you are but I'm definitely past the age where I'll do something that might prompt a trip to the emergency room.
When I was a kid I liked to ride my skateboard down this big hill (coincidentally, the hill was close to a hospital).
There were little pebbles all over the place and inevitably I'd hit one, the skateboard would come to an abrupt halt and I'd fly through the air and land on the gravel, scraping a knee or opening up a big gash on my elbow.
I didn't care. I was a kid.
About ten years ago I was hanging out in Colorado in the summertime. It was the off season but the gondolas were still running and that meant you could take a bike up and then come bombing down the mountain (Cue Jane's Addiction).
The first time I did it, I rode the brakes the whole way down because it was raining a little bit and I didn't want to crash.
I went back to my cabin had a nice tall Vodka Cranberry and then decided to go back up for one last ride down.
Everything went fine until about halfway through when I hit a bump way too fast and went flying through the air.
I got all cut up and destroyed the front wheel of the bike (it was a rental and I had to pay for the damages).
I had to limp the rest of the way down the mountain holding the bike like a wheelbarrow.
I didn't care. I was drunk.
Luckily those days are far behind me now. And there's no way I would ever get on a skateboard without the actual board.
But that's exactly what this cat did:

Hundred Dollar Bill

2009-12-01T17:23:00.000-08:00

That was the title for the last songwriting game challenge.

The natives are getting restless so I guess I should make good on my promise.

Enjoy.

The songwriting game

2009-11-17T06:35:00.000-08:00

My pal Bob Schneider has an e-mail game he plays where someone throws out a title and then you write a song using the title. It doesn't have to be the actual title of the song but it does have to be in there somewhere. Jason Mraz played the game for awhile.

http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2009/01/23/jason-mraz-qa-im-yours-singer-on-buddhism-bible-camp-and-belle-sebastian/

Bob just started doing it again and I told him I wanted in.

I thought it meant I'd be writing a song a week.

In actuality, it's two songs a week.

I normally write about twenty songs a year.

Now I'm writing what amounts to 100 songs a year so the Miles Zuniga box set will be out soon.

I'm thinking of posting some of the songs somewhere so you can have a listen.

Any suggestions on the best site?

Does Blogger have a place to put MP3's?

Salut,

MILES

Fastball on Daytrotter

2009-11-14T13:36:00.000-08:00

A while Fastball did a session for Daytrotter. The sessions are recorded at this little studio in Rock Island Illinois (home of Cheap Trick).

The sessions are recorded live.

They typically feature indie bands like Grizzly Bear, Spoon, Deerhunter etc. but they also have legends like Kris Kristofferson and Carly Simon.

We are honored to be in such prestigious company.

You can listen to the sessions here:

http://www.daytrotter.com/dt/fastball-concert/20030795-2302.html

Port Aransas Calling

2009-10-22T18:35:00.000-07:00

In this day and age where everything seems to be changing so quickly, it's nice to go back to places that have hardly changed at all.

When I was a kid we used to go to Port Aransas almost every weekend.

I remember the blissful afternoons fishing with my dad or playing at the beach.

After I joined a band I got to check out beaches all over the globe and Port Aransas wont be making the list of Conde Naste's 50 greatest beaches anytime soon.

But it remains, for me, an oasis of calm in a world of 24 hour news, 24 hour communication and noise.

The town is still pretty much the same as it was 30 years ago.

Sure, there's a gambling boat and a video store now but overall it's still pretty quiet, especially in the winter.

Tony Scalzo (my partner in crime in Fastball) and I will be doing a little acoustic gig down there tomorrow night at a place called the Back Porch bar.

I don't know how many of you live in Texas, but if you're not doing anything and aren't too far away you should hop in the car and forget about the modern world for about 72 hours.

Come drink some beer, peel some shrimp, walk on the beach or go deep sea fishing.

It might be the best weekend you've had all year.

Aloha,

MILES

www.pabackporchbar.com

My First (and probably last) Facial

2009-10-19T22:59:00.000-07:00

I got my first facial today.

I was goaded into it. Apparently my skin was in terrible shape and something had to be done.

I had to fill out a questionnaire before we started.

IS YOUR SKIN OILY OR DRY?

How do I know?

The truth is it's oily in some spots and dry as a bone in other areas.

It's kind of like the Middle East.

HOW MUCH WATER DO YOU CONSUME A DAY?

Gosh, I never counted it before.

Most of the time I drink water right before I pass out- I mean turn in for the night.

I'd have to say about half a glass.

HOW MANY CUPS OF COFFEE DO YOU CONSUME IN A DAY?

Wait a minute. Is this a trick question?

Doesn't coffee have WATER in it?

A better question might be how many pots of coffee do you consume in a day?

HOW MUCH ALCOHOL DO YOU CONSUME IN A WEEK?

I knew this question was coming.

Who wants to sound like a wino at the spa?

I'll just say 6 drinks a week.

With the questionnaire suitably doctored, I headed into the facial room.

The lights were low and there was Coldplay on the stereo.

Yes, whenever you're buying Chardonnay or getting a facial, Coldplay is on in the background.

I laid on my back and a perky asian woman came into the room.

I tried to banish any thoughts of a "happy ending" and just relax.

"It's a good thing you came in today." She said.

"I've got a lot of work to do."

Wow. I guess twenty years of booze, cigarette smoke and breakfast tacos can make for bad complexion.

I've never really noticed it before. Of course, I play in nightclubs for a living.

Not exactly "Queer Eye" territory.

Facials really are relaxing, if you consider having someone squeeze crap out of your pores relaxing.

Personally I found it painful and somewhat pointless.

In a few weeks, I'll just need another facial and it's not really in the budget.

They did talk me into buying some sort of soap to use on my face in the shower.

I guess Irish Spring is a little too harsh.

Now I have a special soap for my face that I have to remember to pack on my next trip.

This is the problem with modern life.

It's too fucking complicated.

Eight Miles High

2009-10-17T11:20:00.000-07:00

Some people do very well on marijuana. They function with no problem whatsoever.

Willie Nelson springs to mind.
Bob Marley was stoned every minute of the day, but he was still very productive.
Then there's me.
I like smoking pot best when I'm headed to bed.
That way if I lay there unable to speak with a big goofy grin plastered on my face it wont matter.
Unfortunately, I was headed away from my house when I took the first of many tokes off a big fat spliff.
Things got very strange, very quickly.
I soon felt like I was wrapped in cellophane.
I was floating above the car.
We went down to this big show at the Austin Music Hall.
I soon found myself talking to people but my words were like a tape recording that I was listening to.
I didn't feel like I was doing the talking.
It was unsettling.
I was thinking if I only had a beer that would help bring me back down to Earth.
The lines to the bar were long. I felt like I was waiting to check in to some international flight.
Did I have my ID? What about my passport? No, that's expired...
Will they even let me on the damn plane? I'm so stoned that......wait. I'm not at the airport..
What am I doing here?
I knew I had to get out of that place soon.
Just then Blues Guy took the stage.
Blues Guy is an amazing musician but slow blues played by white people makes me feel I'm having root canal surgery.
I suddenly felt like I had stepped in quicksand. I couldn't move. I was sweating.
His first song seemed to go on forever.
The intro and first verse alone seemed to last fifteen minutes, maybe even longer.
I was growing a beard watching this guy get through his first song.
Now I knew I had to go. I finally just dashed out the door.
My friends had to chase me down.
"Let's get the fuck out of here." I managed to mutter.
I think the key to functioning on pot is to simply smoke it 24/7.
I actually don't know anyone who does it in moderation.
My friends pretty much fall into one of two categories, stoners and non-stoners.
Until I buy that shack down in Negril, I'm going to continue to give Mary Jane a wide berth.

This Beautiful Creature Must Die

2009-10-15T20:10:00.000-07:00

We didn't see it until it was too late.

Out of nowhere a big beautiful hawk came swooping down from out of the sky.

Maybe it thought we were a giant white mouse on wheels.

Seconds later we heard a sickening thump.

The hawk was no more.

We looked for a safe place to pull over and then assessed the damage.

There was no sign of the hawk, but it did break something on the roof of the Sprinter Van.

Maybe the hawk is still alive......

Yeah, and maybe Elvis is still alive.

We both felt terrible and didn't really know what to do.

We talked about how bad we felt that we (inadvertently) snuffed the hawk but probably wouldn't feel so bad if it had been a pigeon.

I know if there was a squirrel crossing our path, I probably would've accelerated.

Are some animals more equal than others?

P.S. Here's a little video on youtube of this incident:

The Admiral's Club

2009-10-13T18:44:00.000-07:00

My 1:45 flight had been pushed back to 5pm.

I hate American Airlines. They're pathological liars who will never tell you what's really going on.

Hungover and exhausted I decided to go to the Admiral's club for the same reason some people climb mountains: because it's there.

Sure, it was going to cost me $50 but it was my birthday(not really; my birthday had come and gone but I like to extend my birthday to the length of a massive music festival like Reading or Coachella.)

My fantasy: the Admiral's Club would have swank leather chairs, free booze, hot towels, delicious snacks and maybe even a gym or a Sauna.

The reality: the Admiral's club was like the lobby of a Hilton. It did have lockers to stow your stuff but the snacks consisted of Chex Mix and Coffee, and all the alcohol cost extra. There were free computers but suddenly the $50 price tag seemed quite exorbitant.

I walked around for 15 minutes trying to find something to justify the price.

Maybe there was a home theater with a huge selection of DVD's or a complimentary fortune teller on the premises.

I ended up playing poker online and listening to the guy in the next booth discuss his options portfolio with his broker.

I do admit that when I stepped out of the Admiral's club and back into DFW airport I felt like I was in a giant restroom.

The dirty tiled floors and fluorescent lights brought home why I hate airports and dread getting stuck in them: they're uncomfortable places.

Classic Rock Songs Explained

2009-10-05T21:40:00.000-07:00

Every now and again I try and dissect some big rock song I love or hate.

Bon Jovi, being the genius he is, managed to have a huge hit with a song that fits both categories.

I'm talking about his monster smash, "Living on a Prayer" from 1986's "Slippery When Wet."

The song starts off talking about Tommy who lost his job and Gina who for some reason is hanging out with Tommy even though she "dreams of running away."

The song is a charging rhino that defies any clinical analysis.

And yet.......

Why is it that Bon Jovi announces that "It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not."

When just a few bars later, in the chorus he belts out "Take my hand and we'll make it I swear!"

Huh?

Well which is it Tommy???!!!

You've hocked your guitar, you lost your job on the dock.....

WTF?

"Relax, babe. We're halfway there. Take my hand and .....actually it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We got each other.

Let's hit the bong!"

Tommy is not the guy you want to take your first skydiving lesson from.

YOU: "Uh, Tommy, don't you think we should pull the rip cord? The ground is racing up on us!"

TOMMY: What? Oh, chill out bro. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or.......SPLAT!!!!

You'd be living on a prayer too if you had some stoner guy for a boyfriend who keeps changing his mind.

I still love the song, and overall, lyrically the song is pretty good.

But Gina really should dump that loser.

There Will Be Mud!

2009-10-05T06:58:00.000-07:00

I finally made it down to the Austin City Limits Festival this year.

I've always avoided it in the past because I'm not a big fan of standing in a field with thousands of drunk people in 100 degree weather regardless of who's playing.

This year the folks who run ACL thoughtfully moved the festival a week later in the year.

As the saying goes, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

I acquired a guest pass from a friend of mine and my mind was filled of images of me swilling champagne and hobnobbing with Eddie Vedder and Ben Harper and Laura Dern.

It didn't quite work out that way.

I rode my bike down to the fest. There was rain in the forecast but I lucked out and had a nice ride down to the park.

I started having second thoughts when I turned on Barton Springs road and saw all the people streaming into the park.

"Hmmmm. Maybe I should just turn around, head home, plop into bed and watch "Down By Law" again.

I pushed on. Once I got in the park I was surprised by all the mud and the smell.

It was like a pig farm with music. There was music, somewhere, right?

I could hear the B-52's but they seemed so far away.

The mud was several inches deep. Getting there was going to be a challenge.

I sloshed on over there but I stopped around half a mile from the stage.

Getting any closer would involve pushing past other people and around lawn chairs in the mud.

Why go any closer when I could see the band just fine from here?

On TV.

That's right, I essentially watched every band I saw on TV.

(The Toadies, The Dead Weather, Pearl Jam).

My guest pass, while an attractive red color, wasn't good for getting backstage or on to the side of the stage to watch the bands.

Getting any closer would require a commitment that I just wasn't ready to give.

Especially since there were these wicked Watermelon Vodka drinks in the artist tent where half the Austin music community was hanging out.

Free drinks, clean bathrooms and sanity versus mud, hordes of people and more mud.

It was no contest.

Many of the people in the artist tent clearly hadn't even bothered trying to go out and see any music. There shoes were still immaculately white.

I later found out that the mud everyone was rolling around in was "Dillo Dirt" which is composed of lawn trimmings and treated human sewage.

Eventually, the sun went down.

Now it was dark and muddy and I had to find my way back to my bike through this huge field with thousands of other muddy people. It was like a Civil war reenactment.

At least it wasn't raining.