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Rocking with the B Movie Kings and my brother in song, C R Burgan

Rocking with the B Movie Kings and my brother in song, C R Burgan

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Marty Dolciamore

KPIG FM 107.5, ON AIR

Four performers playing and singing live on the Please Stand By show hosted by Sleepy John on KPIG FM 107.5 I'll be on between 11:30 and noon - I hope you'll tune in, I write my songs for people to hear them.

Marty Dolciamore at the Food Lounge, with friends

Food Lounge, 1001 Center Street Suite One, Santa Cruz, CA

Bob Carter has once again stepped to the fore and carved out a night of four songwriters - I'm privileged to be one of them.
I'll be going on at 7:30 for a thirty minute set and I would love to have a bunch of happy ears gathered around me. Don't leave me lonely, guys -

Marty Dolciamore

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Vito's Famous Pizza , 1155 Reed Avenue, Sunnyvale

Singer/Songwriters C R Burgan and Marty Dolciamore perform their original music in an intimate setting at Vito's Pizza, at the corner of Lawrence Expressway and Reed Avenue. C R Burgan is a bassist, who performs in several Bay area bands. With a rich warm voice and a friendly style, his songs run from southern blues to Americana. His CD, All Shades all Hues, can be heard at crburganmusic.com Singer/songwriter/guitarist Marty Dolciamore has performed with C R Burgan for many years and has recently appeared in Austin, TX at the Southwest Regional Folk Alliance conference and at Threadgills. An Americana songwriter with a poets heart and a back east wit, his songs run from the casual to the quirky - martydolciamore.com Although it's listed as free - there will be CD's for sale and donations will be gratefully accepted.

Massage, Wine, Chocolate & Music

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Ivy's Porch, 5311 Scotts Valley Drive, Scotts Valley

Fun event on, Sunday, May 7th, from 1 to 4 p.m. - twenty minute massage for twenty dollars with complimentary wine and chocolate. A different present for that special lady - and a wonderful afternoon. And did I mention live music? Oh, yes, provided by Marty Dolciamore

Chili Cook Off with the B Movie Kings

Aptos

I will be playing with the B Movie Kings a the Great Chili Cook Off in Aptos, California

Sense of Nation 

We have lost our sense of nation, our vision, our genius, our truth. The red, white and blue has been reduced to black and white, us and them, wrong and right, libtards and alt righties, jackasses and stuffy pachyderms. Across this great land, there is a creeping fog of anger and hate blotting out the purple majesty and the shining seas. 

It has been a long time since we have stood as one, each man and woman complete with their own particular sense of nation – along with the disenchanted who still choose to remain a part of this Second Land of Promise, as George Washington called it. 

The shame of being wrong, how virulently distasteful – how can compromise possibly exist in such a state of mind? There is no “wrong”. There is only this Nation and its People.  If something is said that does not match up with your ideas but it serves the Nation why strive and scream against it? Why push back against the common good? 

Our current Administration is a natural consequence of our loss of sense of nation – Populism always shows up among the fractured and the frightened.  Finger pointing, nay saying, total disregard for propriety and the law – from the top down it seeps into the bones of this country like a virus, permeating the institutions of governance, media and education.  Like hideous zombies we stagger from one contentious issue to the next, the undead rising up, and swarming over the land. 

What once was a proud democracy has now lapsed into a monstrous, self-serving oligarchy.  Money, and not the common good, is the new truth.  “We the people” means nothing anymore.  Where action is dictated, garrulous men, garbed in their fine suits and ties, proclaim their idiotic platitudes in the face of common sense and decency.  Our Nation’s children are gunned down in public schools, while the children of the privileged are set apart in their private sanctuaries, safe from any demons except the ones that are raising them. 

Where is our Sense of Nation? Have we decided that history does not matter?  How insidious is the term “fly over” regarding this land?  As millions across this country sit down tonight, and are drugged senseless by images and words that are only meant to distract and demean streaming from their TV’s and myriad screens – it is slipping away, our Sense of Nation is slipping away.

Wet Day 

It's raining - I love the rain - especially when I'm dry and warm. The earth is nurtured, the sky is scoured clean and the sun shines a lot brighter afterwards - and rainbows, oh yes, rainbows.

There is also the wonderful wet and spongy feel of water falling all around you as you saunter through the woods.  The dripping branches, the splashy puddles, the soggy kisses on your face and hands and the dampness that creeps in on you, like that hug from that one Aunt who always surprises you.

No wonder that we are baptized in water, we bathe in water and we drink copious amounts of it - we are water. Big soggy bags of it, slogging around this great green rock of ours, gobbling up all the things around us that are filled with water - the plants, the animals and the moist life giving air we breathe.  The patter of rain on a roof, snuggled up in a warm comforter, with a mug of something wet and hot, simply listening to the gentle rat a tat rapping of it dancing above us.  Today, I will give thanks for the blessings that rain brings and pray that the storms to come do not fall too heavily on anyone.

 

 

My name 

For my entire life I've heard my last name pronounced so many different ways. I can't fault folks, it's an unusual name and I've been easy and understanding regarding their attempts to say it.

So, let's review - my last name is Italian. That's right, Italian.  Just like Amerigo Vespucci - do you remember him? How did you pronounce his name? Do you realize that this Italian name is where America comes from? Funny, huh?

Dolciamore:  Dole - chee - ah - MORE- ay   - go ahead, say it a couple of times. First time I heard it said properly was in Sorrento, Italy - boy, that's a great memory.

It's actually two Italian words combined - "dolci" - something sweet, like a sweet dessert and "amore" which means love - Sweet Love.

Man, that is a classy name.

I've been told by well meaning people, relatives, strangers - that I need to change my name to be able to have any success in the performing arts. For a time, as an actor, I did shorten my last name but as I grew older I kept asking myself, " Why? It's a great name. Greatest gift my father gave me beside life itself." 

The best thing for me to do is to gently educate as I'm attempting to do here. During the course of a show, if the audience is paying attention, I simply explain it to them. Without any undue emotion or emphasis. Life's a box of chocolates, but you can't cram them down someones throat.

In the spirit of my name, I offer you this brief explanation. Ciao!

Sitting in silence 

There is something special about silence, it allows you to hear past the obvious, the deeper calls coming from across a gaping chasm. Salutations, revelations, irreverent intimations - do angels dream? Spirit never sleeps, it's always seeking to fill, to complete or to overcome.
A painter has a canvas, a white blankness that begs to be transformed.
For a musician, silence is our canvas, our mute sacred tabernacle, where creation meets joy, and rips apart solitude with a scattering and a gathering of frequencies drifting about like a flock of lost wild geese into a sonorous cloud of sound that rains down feelings upon the ear.
... and sometimes, I just noodle on my guitar, that's cool too.

Two songs in progress right now, don't know how soon before they fledge - or if they'll just stay in the nest.

Be well, my friends
Marty

 

Songwriting, my process 

Okay!! I've written a song, a powerful song and I'm in what I call my "smug" phase, i.e. "Damn, this is a great song! I can't wait to get out and play it. Folks are going to go nuts about it!"

This phase is quickly followed by the "dutiful listener" phase, where my songwriter critical gut and ear comes into play. That sense that something is a little off.  Let me see - first verse, yeah, that's all good. Chorus, it could use a little tweaking but otherwise it's all there. Second verse, what the hell? This doesn't make any sense at all. Did I just write a verse using all place holder lines? Crap...

Back to work - writing is all about rewriting.

My songs are gifts I want to share, but a shoddy song speaks (sings?) volumes about me and the listener will never want to hear this one again.  That is not me goal, my goal is to have the listener want to hear it again and again and again.