What Your Guitar Says About You

In what's become a maddening constant in my life, I'm writing this from the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport. But no bitching and complaining from this wandering troubadour, no siree! Thankfully, my good bud Tommy Siegel from Jukebox the Ghost's keeping me company by way of his genius daily cartoon project, Tommy Siegel is doing a cartoon every day for a year against all good sense.

The name's pretty self-explanatory, and what's especially impressive is A) he's done/is doing it and B) each and every one's fucking spot on. Tommy's a hilarious, nuanced dude with a keen eye for and appreciation of the absurd, aka my kinda SOB.

Here's a link to his Instagram, where you can also see every cartoon in all it's glory, and below's a favorite from the past week that hits hilariously close to home.

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Rocky Mountain Hello

I’m writing this from the enlightened republic of Colorado, a quick overnight stop in the greater Denver area for a radio conference, shaking hands, kissing babies, and wearing a jazz hat, all in the name of fame, fortune, and run-on sentences.

I almost moved to Denver a couple years ago. Sure, it’s a lot of white people in Patagonia, and Phish is popular to a concerning degree, but the weather’s amazing, the mountains gorgeous, and the hipsters are at least physically fit. I’m happy in Nashville for the time being, but I can see myself, perhaps alarmingly, noodle dancing in climbing shoes and picking granola out of my teeth with a bio-degradable straw. 

Anyway, both “Brown Eyed Lover” and “Warriors” are being pushed to radio, which is flattering and cool, regardless of whether or not they find a home on the anachronistic terrestrial airwaves - it means more travel, which is my favorite part of this crazy life, more shows, and more opportunities to expand into the new space I’m carving out by sharing my art in earnest. 

Exciting times ahead, and I'm grateful to be out here, fighting the good fight. 

 

Episode 14 w/ Greg Ehrlich

Trevor Larkin Talks and Listens #14 is live, with none other than the great man himself, Greg Ehrlich. He's a chef, entrepreneur, and the former organ player in Allen Stone's band.

From 2011-2016, Greg and I played hundreds of shows together, circumnavigated the globe a few times, and experienced our lives change in that one-in-a-million sorta way we all grow up dreaming about. That Greg was able to look himself in the mirror, have the maturity and perspective to recognize he wanted something different and, with balls the size of watermelons, decide to leave the one-in-a-million thing, thereby actualizing his true self...my friends, this is a rare breed of superhuman. 

Greg Ehrlich has and always will inspire me, and it was the highlight of the podcast handing the mic over to my brother-in-arms.

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Trevor Tees!

The goal of the MoaT isn’t to sell you anything - it’s flattering you’ve subscribed at all, much less read consistently - so posts like these won't come around often, but I figure you'll get a kick out of the new Trevor Larkin t-shirts!

It’s my first-ever shirt, which is pretty cool. There’s something about people voluntarily wearing a thing with your name on it that sorta legitimizes the whole enterprise.

I’ve almost sold out of the first batch - if you’d like one, you can respond to this email or contact me through whichever social media makes you smile.  

I'm having a grand ol' time evolving into the most up-to-date-super-ninja-robot version of my artistic self. Thanks again for following along.

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Self-Promotion

I was asked recently whether I plan on promoting the MoaT, and the answer’s no, not really. I like the real estate my humble daily musings occupy - it’s easy to find and subscribe to if you’re so inclined, and just as easy unsubscribing if my ramblings on sci-fi, Big Country and the rapacious nature of the music biz become unwelcome companions. 

This newsletter began as a personal accountability exercise, and that’s where it remains - by sharing a glimpse into my mind every day, I’m exponentially more courageous in being myself, which results in cooler art, which results in a happier Trevor, which results in more frequent bathing. 

As professional creatives, we can’t ignore the commercial aspect of the thing we do, but it’s important having an outlet that exists purely for itself. God forbid we do something just for the hell of it, even better if it benignly confounds.

 

Dune

During these last handful of flights, I re-read Frank Herbert’s classic Dune, something I do once every few years.

Despite being name-checked as the greatest sci-fi novel of all-time and selling god knows how many bazillion copies, Dune goes largely ignored by the mainstream. There’re no Dune conventions I’m aware of, no semi-annual retreats where bespectacled nerds dress up as noble Paul Atreides or the wicked Baron Harkonnen.

Maybe it’s the lack of adorable, furry-footed hobbits and effeminate robots, or that the main characters eat a narcotic, mind-expanding spice and ride on the back of sandworms while speaking in oddly elevated Shakespearean tones. Or maybe the world just wasn't ready for Sting in a loin cloth (check out David Lynch's much-maligned 1984 movie adaptation on Amazon). 

But for whatever the reason, COME ON - feudalism, priestly abuse, ecology, historical dialectic, individual choice, consciousness development, psychedelics, martial arts, monopolistic commerce, elite family power, prescience, and selection through adversity, all as overlapping, inter-penetrating domains of the human experience. Fuck you, Dan Brown. 

No one’s winning at Quidditch, I grant you, but give this book a shot. It's a classic for a reason. 

 

As Natural As Breathing

I’m writing this on an American Airlines flight from GEG-DFW, grateful that the quote below applies to me.

At the end of a marathon tour, you’re a changed person, and who will I be when the upcoming fall trek wraps? Exciting to think about, and I’m happily allowing my energy and attention to shift towards being gone for a loooooong time.

For the first time in my history with the Allen Stone organization, I’m sharing in earnest the three creative outlets I enjoy most - songwriting, essaying, and conversation. That this deep-dive gets more nuanced and revelatory through travel fills me with giddy anticipation, and you best believe I won’t take for granted a single second out there. 

Who will I be, what will I want, and where will it take me? Art and the craft behind it have yet to lead me wrong, and I’ve never been more excited to plunge, ego-inflated head first, into the great unknown.

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Sisters

Day one of the second annual Stone Family Field Trip at Liberty Lake’s in the books, and holy smokes is it ever a postcard worthy setting. Fortified by ten hours sleep and responsibly curtailing my beer consumption towards the end of the night, I feel ready to, well, drink more beer and frolic in the lake, unencumbered and otter-like. And we’re technically here to make music, so I guess we’ll do that, too.  

Our friends Andrew Vait and Emily Westman make up the Seattle-based prog-pop duo Sisters, and their set yesterday was mind blowing - creative, bold, complex and fun. I love, love, LOVE their music, and their talent’s inspired me for years (they both play every instrument under the sun better than I play one instrument, also under the sun). Everyone, please, you owe it to yourselves to check out their tunes, visit their website, and have your third eye opened. I’m grateful they agreed to take part in our humble festival.

Thanks Andrew and Emily! Talented friends are the best.  

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Important vs Urgent

As my professional life's gotten busier, I've had to delineate more clearly between what's genuinely important and what's "urgent." Busyness is an all-too-common affliction in the music world, and my inner babbling maniac surfaces if my priorities become skewed.  

If something’s actually urgent, people know to call me. I like talking on the phone. If I’m free, I’ll pick up, and if I’m not I’ll call you back promptly. 

Emails with subject lines in all caps, for example, get responded to once I've addressed all my happy brain activities, ie what's important - cognitive therapy exercises, working out, songwriting, a healthy meal. Because an email with a subject line in all caps isn’t urgent. Maybe it was urgent to the sender at the time, and they sure as shit want you to think it's urgent, but they’ve since gotten up from their desk to grab a coffee and subsequently forgotten what the hell it was they were up in arms about. If it were actually urgent, they would have called me, and they didn’t, so I’ll get back to them after I fine-tune this chorus melody. 

As artists, creativity and self-care come first, always. Cheers to our happy brains, my friends!

 

 

  

 

Hidden Gems

I just wrapped up my first long songwriting session in, well, too long, and I'm ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound! A couple new rough drafts in the can, and one song that’s existed without a bridge for several months now has six to choose from.

Once I have some decent working ideas, I hit the town stand-up comic style, landing short sets at whatever venue will have me and road testing new material, low-key and unannounced. If a verse has a solid first line but that’s it, I’ll sing random words and see if anything sticks. If a song has six potential bridges, I’ll play a different bridge each set and gauge the crowd’s reaction - easy, when people are sitting in rapt attention (which is rare), and difficult when the audience is checking their Bitcoin portfolios (which is more common). Just like a comic, I record everything, listen back and tweak. Rinse and repeat until a tune’s ready to be recorded or performed at a “real” show.  

My songs get exponentially better when they’re dancing around, gloriously half-naked, in the real world, out of the echo chamber of my over-active mind. If an idea exists solely on a hard drive, or god forbid in my brain, for too long, I start losing my grip - if I’m not sharing, I don’t feel like a songwriter, and if I don’t feel like a songwriter, I feel like a schmuck, and if I feel like a schmuck, I descend into Howard Hughesian, patchy beard-y whack job land. 

It's an unorthodox approach I grant you, but fun! Try it sometime. If you're apprehensive, I understand, but also understand that Sir Paul could play unannounced at the 5 Spot and random industry guy in attendance still wouldn’t look up from his phone. It’s safe to be yourself out there, it really is, and changing up the creative process always reveals hidden gems. 

People Carry Worlds Within Them

Today culminates about a week’s worth of existential crisis combined with an insane work load. It’s been a barrel of laughs, let me tell ya. Starting tomorrow, I’m looking forward to settling into a consistent creative routine again, one that includes more time spent on thorough, adverb-heavy newsletter posts. But tonight, I figure I’ll share one final Neil Gaiman quote, one I reference whenever someone’s being a particularly unnerving assclown, which has been a common occurrence lately. It’s also the quote that inspired me to start the podcast, and this daily newsletter.

“I’ve never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed. People carry worlds within them.”

And it brings me great joy, knowing there are worlds within me I’m only beginning to discover. 

 

Beyond the Lighted Stage

I watched Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage on Netflix recently, and it’s a fantastic documentary.

It comes as a surprise to literally no one that I’m a Rush fan, but I won’t waste your precious commute time evangelizing. Yes, they are nerdy and, yes, By-Tor and the Snow Dog is a dumb song. 

What’s refreshing about Rush, and what’s captured so well in this documentary, is their genuine friendship - three misfit toys who literally banded together and made whatever the hell music they felt like. They don’t take themselves too seriously, have had the same manager since the beginning, same road crew, no major fall outs, no one pickled their brain on booze - they just kept at it, one show at a time, and built an unequaled dweeb empire.

Their music isn’t for everyone, but what music is? Provided you make it with your friends, share your art, and own who you are, you're bulletproof. 

And COME ON…

 

held within the pleasure dome

decreed by Kubla Khan

I will dine on honey dew

and drink the milk of paradise

 

I adjust my glasses in salute. 

Pay Attention

Quite a few readers responded to my last post (thank you!), and I figured I’d share another favorite Neil Gaiman quote: 

“You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we’re doing it.”

I remind myself of this whenever I’m feeling unproductive or creatively stymied, ie right now - ok, so the discipline’s slacked a bit, and that’s ok, rewatch Curb Your Enthusiasm and eat jelly beans, it’s good for you and you probably needed it. Maybe, just maybe, relax, you maniac - by being kind to ourselves and paying attention, we give inspiration permission to enter our orbit.  

 

What's the Point?

Today was frustrating, and I eventually threw in the towel in favor of re-reading "The Wheel," a short graphic novel by Neil Gaiman, one of the my favorite writers. I love this passage and reference it often - it reminds me that, if we're not careful, hours and weeks can blow away like dead leaves, with nothing to show but time spent never quite doing things. So, let's be kind to ourselves - try our best, however that looks on the day, make new things and share them with people who might enjoy them, hug too much, smile too much, and welcome love into our lives.   

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Green Room Art

All musicians know that green room walls festooned with cartoon phalluses, conspiracy theories and creatively profane epithets is as classically American as drowning in student loan debt. So, when you encounter green room art that's edifying as opposed to spiritually gangrenous, it's worth sharing.

I was looking through old photos today and came across this shot from three or four years ago. Rules to live by, truly.  

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Doing One Thing vs Doing All The Things

Consistent readers know there are four primary focuses that make up my “brand,” such as it is: writing this thing everyday, solo tunes, the TLTL podcast, and playing guitar in the Allen Stone Electric Experience.

This approach, depending on who you ask, is dumb, evidently so much so that I’m often asked about generalization vs specialization. People don’t use those terms, but I do because I wear glasses and am re-reading Dune.  

Generalization means diversity.

Pros: 

-You’re better prepared for the euphoric peaks and brutal valleys that define this line of work. A more generalized artist can experience downturns to some of their products and still keep on truckin’ with more successful offerings, which in turn can drive traffic to the rest of the business.  

Cons:

-The logistics of keeping multiple businesses on track can be harrowing. There’s also the “huh?” factor - generalized artists are more apt to get the “I just don’t get it” treatment, usually coupled with the assumption their art isn’t as good because, shit, how could it be? That guy over there’s going all-in, after all.

Which brings us to specialization.

Pros:

-Sweat relief, just one thing to focus on! And people in this business like saying, “Oh, so-and-so, she’s the person who does X,” so specialist have a higher perceived value. 

Cons:

-Putting your eggs in one basket, while easy to understand, is also risky. Tour flops? Record’s not selling? T-shirts get devoured by gremlins? By specializing, your livelihood comes from one place, and there’s less security - if the well dries up, you’re screwed. 

Clearly, I’m no expert. Ultimately, it comes down to authenticity, and a career in the arts is a lunatic endeavor at the best of times - regardless of career approach, it’s important we celebrate and support each other, and continue building a community of crazy ninja badasses.  

Episode 12 - We Owe You Nothing, Read the Book w/ Stevie Rees

Episode 12 of Trevor Larkin Talks and Listens is live!

Here’s the audio.

…and the video.

I met Stevie Rees on a weekend run with Dwight Yoakam. I was struck, obviously, by his absurd musicianship, and his low-key ninja/buddha insightfulness revealed itself as I gained his trust via fried chicken. Sharing the stage was a joy, and he’s a freaking legend, which you’ll soon discover.

Amazing conversations are nourishing in so many ways, and the podcast’s helped me approach songwriting with fresh perspective. I put the one take videos on hold for a while because, after weeks of being graciously invited into people’s worlds, I realized some new lyrics were bullshit. I mean, nice poems, well constructed and all that, but out of synch with my current real estate in the universe. It can be a beautiful thing, selecting all, pressing delete and starting over, an invitation for honestly to take center stage.

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And I Have

I’m sitting at a picnic table in front of the Frothy Monkey on 12 South, writing this on my phone as I mingle incognito with tourists and bachelorette parties. Little do they know they’re in the presence of hipster R&B semi-celebrity, one with idiopathic scoliosis no less.

It’s warm rather than sweltering, mercifully not humid, and I’m luxuriating in what easily could've been a shitty day. Trevor Larkin Talks and Listens builds into my week addictively nourishing conversations, and today’s with J Human (a fantastic soul singer/songwriter) was one of my favorites - it elevated me out of an overly-caffieanted funk and inspired the finishing of lyrics I’d initially dismissed but am now really stoked on.

I’m acutely aware of the tiny ripple I make in the proverbial pond, but I promised myself I’d write this thing everyday, and I have. I promised myself I’d focus on my own music in earnest, and I have. I promised myself I’d share honest conversations about subjects that challenge and inspire me, and I have.

Where I rank in the echelon of nomadic, bespectled dreamers with crooked spines, well, that’s up to a presumably underachievering deity. But I feel better about myself than ever, and I know that counts for something.

Thoughts on Envy

I woke up this morning feeling envious, because I'm a musician, and everything around us exists to make us feel like we suck and shouldn't try at all, ever.  

There’re two types of envy I experience - malicious and benign. Malicious envy's transparently awful, but isn’t it fun, talking shit and inventing whacky conspiracy theories? Clearly, other’s success is a personal affront, and oh sweet relief, I finally can blame my own inaction on some self-conjured boogieman.

Benign envy, on the other hand, is my friend. It’s normal, feeling a pang of something when you see a buddy holding up devil horns in front of ten thousand people. I don’t try to fight it, but rather harness that pang as motivation - to get in the gym when I’d rather shovel Cheetos into my face, to fine-tune lyrics, to write this newsletter. 

Being surrounded by talented, ambitious and happy people means you’re doing it right, and I remind myself that the world’s already getting their stories. It’s up to me to tell mine.  

No one denies that feeling envy is unpleasant, or feeling envious leads us down paths we wish we hadn’t taken. Envy is frequently corrosive and destructive. And yet, I’ve grown to appreciate over the years that the right kind of envy can serve an important function - competition and improvement.