This Is When I Want to Write

It's late in something.  Meaning a night or a meal or a drive or a season.  There's a hint of change in the air fused with desiderium.  What is it that you long for?  Is it the freedom in between ordering a meal (or waiting for the pot to boil) and everything that comes in that space?  Is it happiness?  Is it the clean break?

There are roads on which we travel that never change in front of our eyes but are hardly ever the same when we return to them.  There are questions that will always linger.  Why are we not those questions.  Why the need for answers.  Why one way or the other.

When we're born, we don't know what home is.  But we do.  But we're leaving it.  But we're finding it.  The home.  Not so much a place but a motion towards remembering.


What I Learn from Touring

What I learned from touring this summer and every summer, actually, and every show and reading and art event and thing that makes people go: It's that there are all of these little communities around us and made up of us and that maybe it's our job to be aware of these communities and the people in these communities and how these people interact and how they make meaning, their interests and proclivities, their fears and loves, and how we're alike and how we're different and that maybe we need to make stuff that resonates for them too and take away something from our interactions, something that will make us grow and development and be more compassionate (because compassion is most often the answer), and that all of this is what makes art meaningful, what makes art nourish, what makes art transform.  It's stepping out of our boxes and into the big bright and heavy world, knowing that we're not alone.  It's the feeling of interconnectedness and family (one big, ever-growing) and most of all gratitude and that stepping into that is the greatest and most worthwhile risk.

Summer, Late Night, In Between Thoughts 2013

So Quiet Songs for Loud Times is officially in the world, and I'm thinking about what this means.  It means I'm blessed, first and foremost, but also cursed with the strange kind of incessant doubt about how and when the work will get to you, dear reader...if at all.  What are these little dreams we make when we wake?  And what do they do when we're not there?

This summer I have shows here and there and big big hopes and a pocket full of poems that will be shaped and kick and scream and "be hard" as my friend Martin once said about my work.  "You always want your reader to work."  I guess it's true.  I want some kind of struggle to happen, something to feel each other by.  I want there to be life.  But I also want it to be easy.  I never get what I want, and that's the beauty of it, I suppose.

Let's go.  Cast adrift.  Perhaps we're already there.  It's July, after all.  The kids are flashing signals to one another across the court.  The world is asleep.  But not really.  So much is up.  So much is alwasy up.  Up.

quiet songs for loud times

it's on its way...the new new. it's called quiet songs for loud times. and i'm hoping you'll love it and listen to it a million times and share it with friends and stream it when you listen to things that stream and learn the words and love the art (thanks aram and luke and especially dennis) and make it your own. and for the first time ever a collaboration with a wonderful label interested in new songs. i'm getting over my fear of commitment. here we are. more news to follow.

The Warning Tracks of Summer

My good friend Scott coined the term.  And here we are.  Fall breeze in the air.  Notions of school and education swirling like future leaves around piles.  I'm still a teacher.  I still make music.  I'm writing a bunch.  And learning tons about relationships.  I want to tell you all about what I'm learning.  The new record will come out this fall.  I promise.  Thanks for the support.


End of 2011

Thinking back on the last year goes something like this: "where am i again?  who am i?  why haven't i made a new record in a while?  boy, was that tour with mike something special!  why have i been writing more prose than poetry?  why can't i hang out with all those interesting new facebook friends and fans of my work?  what does 'hang out' mean these days?  i should reinvent the web page.  i should integrate everything better.  i will.  i will.  i won't.  i won't.  the relationship is the supreme teacher.  i haven't made an artpoem in a long while.  why haven't i made an artpoem in a long while.  i love nyc.  i hate nyc.  teaching is learning.  still.  always."


Summer 2011

Oh blog...who reads you? Who stays up late or wakes up early or finds time in the in between to stop by and say hello? I'm coming to you now because I want to think out loud about a few things. This summer I have no new CDs, yet I'm planning on playing a bunch - with my old band Surreal (and our friend Carol Thomas), with my personal band on a few occasions, with my dearest old pal and fantastical guitarist Mike Bloom, and with some eccentric space explorers of the universe called free jazz and noise rock. It's an experiment in a see what sticks. The Big Beauty is still available, and while I'm hoping the songs on there mean something to some people I'm also hoping the new material sneaks in and meanders about someones consciousness. What am I looking forward to? You. That's not really "you," blog. It's the other you. The reader. You see there's three of us in here. Maybe more. Maybe hundreds more. An infinite us, actually. If we imagine it. See you soon. Love, Alan p.s. still want to come and play in living rooms across america if you'll have us...

End of 2010

It's right around the corner. I could smell it. It's the year...saying bye bye. It's the weather in New York City. It's the indecisions and the decisions in mid-dance. It's your favorite song on repeat. It's reflection. It's perfect for songwriting...and column writing...and poetry writing...and (sure, why not) comment writing (on student papers)...and blog writing...and _________ (fill in the blank). What are you writing? I'm curious. New songs in 2011? A Little Beauty? Something called Rogue Beats? Wait and see. For now, turn on your respective seasonal lights... love ::::alan

Summer 2010 and a Question For You About House/Living Room Concerts

So here is the first ever Alan Semerdjian Web Page Blog Entry. I'm thinking tonight about how far we've come. I remember sitting around with Ian, Tom, and Dan and pasting together "ransom-note-style" fliers to (literally/physically) send away to friends and fans. We used stamps. Tonight I want to say thank you to people like yourself who come here to read a blog entry. I like you. I do the same thing at my friends' pages and the pages of folks whose work I admire. Cheers to doing this. I hope it continues forever. I also want to thank you for your support of my music and, most recently, my poetry. It has been an amazing trip. The Highline Ballroom Show (on July 20th) in NYC this summer is a highlight for sure...with Neil Nathan and a bunch of other cool NYC musicians...I love this city. Here's my question: want to host a house concert? It could take place in your living room, some sort of closed in patio space, or wherever you think 20-40 of your music-loving friends would like to hear me play totally acoustic and unplugged. Honest. Straight up. Music. For you and me. I'd ask for a donation bucket/hat/whatever to help pay for expenses. Thoughts? The last two (in LA and Dallastown) have been amazing. I'd love the opportunity to do more... Until then, :::alan

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