Search For The Band (SFTB) S01E02 - Auditions 2:56 AM

Tey! 9:55 PM

Hey guys a friend of mine Tey just released an album, check her out!

Always,
Tey
http://www.teymusic.com
http://www.myspace.com/teypunsalan
http://www.youtube.com/teymusic
https://twitter.com/teymusic
http://www.facebook.com/teymusic
http://www.sonicbids.com/tey2


"You can turn off the radio and just pop in your mp3 player and sit back
and enjoy what Tey has to offer." - Urban Mainstream Magazine

"There's a quality of stillness and tranquility in the midst of the beats,
that makes (Tey's CD's) not quite like much that you've heard before.."
Troy Brownfield - Shotgun Reviews

"Tey is a gifted songwriter and vocalist who sets herself apart with a raw
sexuality and palpable soulful influence.." - MUSIC CONNECTION MAGAZINE
who names Tey "One of TOP HOT Unsigned Artists of the Year!!!"

"..the fact that Tey can breathe technique and sensuality into the mix
with equal skill ensures that she's going to be around for a long time." -
Shotgun Reviews

"..There is no criticizing a voice like Tey's" - Bryan Farrish radio

United Global Artists calls Tey an "entertainment enigma that defies
description".

Southbound Beat names her as a "high caliber talent whose vocals can
capture your heart and soul." They say that "Tey has the ability to be a
playful artist while at the same time she can bring a tear to your eye."

"There isn’t a whole lot of really good independent pop music out there,
thankfully Tey is changing that." - 1340mag by Mark Fisher

"..Top to bottom, ("That's How I Feel Tonight") could be a breakout and
major label level album, it's that good." - Here And There Zine by Michael
Sullivan

Search For The Band (SFTB) S01E01 - Trailer Trash 11:14 AM

Weezer - Beverly Hills (Lyrics) cover by Natan Shai James (Search For The Band SFTB) 11:13 AM

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris (Lyrics) cover by Natan Shai James (Search For The Band SFTB) 11:12 AM

The Script - Breakeven (Lyrics) cover by Natan Shai James (Search For The Band SFTB) 11:10 AM

Sixpence none the richer - Kiss Me (lyrics) cover by Natan Shai James 1:42 PM

YouTube Channel 4:21 PM

Yup, so since youtube is such a big thing on getting your music heard now'a'days, I'm starting a youtube channel. I just moved into a new loft which I will be building a soundproof booth in in order to record better stuff for you guys.
Check it out and don't forget to like/subscribe!

http://www.youtube.com/user/grandmoren1?feature=mhee

NY INK 7:56 PM

So Yes, I was on NY Ink, with my brother Ami. I really don't get to see much of him and family is becoming more important year after year. It seems the older you get, the more important you find family to be, as they really are the only ones there for you. Growing up with minimal (and minimal being and overstatement) family, I understand that concept one hundred percent.

New songs will be coming up shortly, as well as a youtube channel.
I will be moving into a new house in a few days in LA, and I'm going to be building a recording studio in my house. So get ready folks, its coming big.

I, i'm so ashamed. 2:09 AM

This has to be the most brilliantly hillarious and dumbest thing i've ever done in my life. I'm always thinking about new ways to promote my music. So I logged onto some highschool website, and said I was a band playing in their school. Chump change, right?
Then I had the greatest most awesomest idea in the whole fucking world.
Read this shit.

Sent to Mothering.com
http://www.mothering.com/community/forum/thread/1294570/no-see-its-because-of-stuff-like-this#post_16220525

Subject:
No, see, its because of stuff like this.

Content:
Im sorry, I just moved to a new town, and I really have no one to talk to about my 2 kids after my husband passed away, and I NEED TO VENNTTT!!!!

I swear my kids have gone completely crazy. It really makes you wonder how they got that way with the way you raise them. They seem to both have teamed up against me for moving them to LA from our small town, I thought they would have been thrilled.

Ill tell you this, thrilled they are not. My son dyed his hair black, is wearing cut up jeans, and spikes.. Spikes. My daughter.. Well.. I wish my daughter died her hair black and wore cut up jeans.. Matter of fact I wish my daughter wore jeans period. She wears skirts. Or at least what could have been a skirt before the bottom 2/3rds of it detached itself and ran away leaving my innocent daughter helpess.... Yeah right. I'd bring these kids to jerry springer.

And you know what, its not their fault. Their new friends all dress the same, and talk the same.. drink the same, smoke the same.. Wow, they're like clones. Clones of hollywood fantasies. They even listen to the same music! matter of fact.. you know what, I even tried listening to something they left open on the computer... here! I still have it!
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=316155&songID=6694898
This guy literally tells them to "shoot up shit" at the end of the song! You know, I had no problem when my son started listening to pearl jam, and that, but when it escalated to slipknot and the devil's music, I draw my *** **** line.
Okay, the guy can sing, but hes breaking years of drilling these kids with good morals!!
I can barely keep from crying when I look at them in the photo albums, full of life, and then watch them moap around the house like zombies...
What am I supposed to do? Just let them be?
What would you do?

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Im so going to hell, but I have fun.

Jango 1:06 AM

I found a great new source. Its pay to use, but its effective.
The simple idea behind it is you pay per play on a 7million user radio interface. PandoraPlus much? Im giving it a trial spin, and the results are pretty awesome.
Ive gained 20 fans since I joined... Yesterday.

Give it a look.

http://www.jango.com/music/Natan+Shai+James






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Well.. Back to work? 11:28 PM

Its been.. under 24 hours since I started this shebang again.. and ladies and gentlemen, I have not lost my touch.

BANG! First place, On first day. I love you guys.





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Musicians heart. [Taken from a Contest Submission for "Musical Minds"] 11:15 AM

This was written for a contest about "Whats in the musical head?"



This life bores me. The constant repetition of schedules and routines make
the daily chores of existence weigh heavy on my shoulders.
There is only one thing, has always only been one thing, and will always only be one thing
that interests me, and that one thing is music. I live, thrive, breathe, eat, sleep, shit,
smoke, and piss music. The vibrations of rhythm move through my body like tsunami waves,
hitting the shores of my mind and polluting my brain with the clutter and over-empowering
essence of sound itself. I am music, and music is I.

Through the course of my life I have never had a single moment of silence. The end-less
barrage of war scaled on my brain, BY my brain itself has kept me knee deep in everlasting
echoes of fragmented non-existing compositions, simply screaming to be heard. But they only
scream in my ears.

There is a whole other world inside of me that makes this reality but a shadow; a stain
on the cloth of my perception. The thoughts that I possess have only one purpose. I am
a servant of mankind, a modern day preacher. In a world where religion is losing its
efficacy, there stands only the creators, the imaginative bachelors of lyrics, lines, beats,
passionate moments, and unforgiving emotions forever petrified in a form of wavelengths which
resemble nothing other than my own beating heart.

Society's true politicians and motivational speakers are the artists that bear their very being
to the open-eared world. Lend me your ears, and I will lend you my soul; the motto of every
musician whether they know of it or not.

Do not be decieved. I am not the bright little center of the universe. If you lick me, you
will not find a tootsie roll in my core. Perhaps you might find a hard black toffee, but be
completely assured, you do not want to taste it. Instead, I am the definition of mankind,
the same as everyone, completely and utterly not unique; which makes this all so glorious.

If my pursuit of happiness was a pursuit of dreams, then close my eyes forever I would.
However my pursuit is that of tune, and search for the perfect melody forever I shall.
I don't owe it to the world, I owe it to my self. This strangely perfect booming racket within
my skull simply won't stop untill I let it all out, of that I am sure.

Im pushing so hard, for the silence. For someone who loves sound so much, I crave silence
more than anything. Just a moment of sweet release, to let me remember who I am, who I was
without this tonal insanity. Then happily back to the bronze symbals, the riffs, the licks,
the picks, the goods and the shits, the best and the worst, and everything in between.

I am a musician, and I stand so, fucking proudly.



The new song is what I can do right now without proper equipment. Im sorry.

Walking Across America 3:51 AM

My mission is simple. It requires no finesse, nor calculations. Although both have been put into effect anyway. The cogs of my plan rage on through time with no barrier halfway strong enough to hold it back, or even slow it down.

What I am doing is either pure insanity, or genious. Though I wouldn't be able to tell those two apart.

Three thousand three hundred and three miles. A good number if you ask me. Thats the distance between my two destinations utilizing the path that I have laid out, from NY to LA.

Does that leave a lump in your throat? I didn't think so.

Im walking it. Lump now? No? How about, with purely survival gear (Nothing modern), and using no prior money, only money gained through playing my guitar in every city that I stop in? Yes. That lump has fallen and lodged itself into your esophagus now, hasn't it.

I was orphaned when I was 15, and lived in an abandoned house for a long period of time, which makes this trip easier. I grew familiar with living off of nothing, and making the best out of everything. I think I might be more comfortable on soil and leaves, than I am in any king sized bed manufactured by our industrial workforces. The coils and springs are wasted on my now dirt-accustomed back.

The urge to become famous and play my music had come long before 15 though. It started when I first picked up an instrument in elementary school. The recorder never held my interest, but the violin I played did. This later migrated to other instruments including clarinet, piano, bass, drums, and besides others, my absolute favorite; guitar. It seemed like the first time I picked up a guitar, the music just streamed out of me, crashing against the rocks and boulders of my soul, purifying the tones and vibrations into melodical masterpieces. At least, thats what "I" heard, only years later did I actually obtain enough skill to play the deafening music that was constantly plauging my head, dulling out all other sounds, Such as life.

My music has always kept me sane, in the worst of times, and it brought me much peace, understanding, humbleness, and intellect. Not only of book-term knowledge, but also of philosophy. The way life looked through music was ultimately prettier than the way it looked through eyes, and needed to be expressed that way, or else it was just a guitar playing a man, and not a man playing a guitar.

So off I go, across the United States of America, to show the whole world a little kindness through inspiration. A little guidance to those in need, and a bit of soothing melody for those who have already found peace.

Keep looking out the windows, I will be walking by.

First cover 6:31 AM

Okay, so I tried something new today, my first cover song.
I picked Garbage - Only happy when it Rains. I chose it because I liked the song but never heard a male version, and I thought it could be cool. Check it out