New Music Being Released Every Week

April 07, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Cover Song, Music, New Music

Hey! I just wanted to drop everyone a quick set of thoughts in regards to my plans for 2025. I have been attempting to release a new song to streaming services every week; this endeavor of mine began in February of this year. I don’t exactly know how long this will last. What I can say is that I adore creating music.

I would write out all of the songs that I will be releasing, but since there are so many, I would just be stoked if you pulled open your preferred streaming app from time to time and found something you like.

May this find you all in high spirits. Many blessings and positive vibes to you all!

WHO IS MIKE VITALE?

I am a storyteller, songwriter, singer, music producer, traveling musician, Jungian dream analyst, all-around curious fellow (Spiritual, Mathematical Historical, Scientific), Taoist, and much much more, based out of Los Angeles, California. I’m constantly releasing new music, in all sorts of different genres. You can listen to me below, on Spotify:

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Graceland and a Dream of Mine, Analyzed

March 30, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Good Music, Music, New Music, Love, Stories, Life, Dreams, Cover Song

I had a dream a few years back where I was at The House of Blues. It looked a bit like the one I used to perform at in Anaheim, California. Near Disneyland. But certainly not identical.

Paul Simon was in that dream. I was sitting at a table with him and two other musically inclined gentlemen. You might call us skeezy musicians: I lean towards storyteller, with a pension towards taking liberties.

I needed to use the restroom. I got up from the table and headed towards a set of binary doors, one to the left, and one to the right.

I took the door to the right, and was immediately greeted by a person trying to squeeze by me with a backpack brimming with who knows what. I don’t even know—and I’m the one slow cooking this chili con carne of a dream.

Ironically, he was exiting, just as I was entering. It was an awkward exchange between a doorway.

What I found on the other side of that doorway was a bustling kitchen of people—chefs and other assorted folks working in tandem.

I appreciated seeing this for a moment, but also didn’t find the bathroom.

I head back to the table I was sitting at with Paul Simon. He wasn’t alone either. There was a drummer I knew from living in Long Beach, as well as the bass player from the band Weezer, that left the group after the success of their first album. Matt Sharp.

I make some sort of snide crack about the restroom being cursed and that I couldn’t find it to begin with.

Paul replied, we all feel that way from time to time.

Everyone chuckles.

The drummer and bass player and Paul all have a short chat of sorts, before the bass player and drummer politely bid fair-well and leave.

I once again feel the urgency of the restroom—and as I rise, Paul showers me with kind compliment and I reply the pleasure being mine.

And as I stand, I notice that Paul is sitting on my coat.

As much as I would love to think that image in my dream was Paul Simon—all of those people are me.

We find Grace on the inside, in a house of blues. Not always what we anticipate either—especially when trying to get there urgently.

It’s not as hard as you think to analyze a dream. It’s all symbolic. Metaphors. The cast of my craft and poets alike.

I found grace hearing what my friend Rory sent me today. It was his second guitar part for this arrangement.

Wow, music is magic and casting spells—and dreams? They are wild. Primal. Older than your language. When symbols ruled for communication in a young monad’s dream.

This is Graceland by Paul Simon.

It’ll be available on all the streaming services April 11th.

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Want and the Stories of Mike and Julie | My Neighbors

March 14, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music, Love

On an economic level, I share more in common with an individual who is homeless than I do with that of a person who is upper middle class or upper class.

I am a professional musician trying to make a living on the music I write. I am lower class.

The first song I ever wrote was about a young girl in Visalia who tried to commit suicide off of the side of a highway overpass, into oncoming traffic on the 198 freeway. She survived. I only showed this song to one friend: Elizabeth Rosenberg. I was around 20 years old at the time.

This song above, is so many years far removed from that first song. I am going to be 46 years old in April.

This song is not just about homelessness; it is about recognizing the value of each other. It is about recognizing that which makes us similar, instead of focusing on that which makes us different.

I talk to people. Sometimes it's on my own time. Sometimes it's on theirs. I had four or five people call me on the phone the other day and I talked to everyone, and showed my love by listening and being engaged, being present, and enjoying their company for as long as I could, before needing to get back to work.

This includes friends I have made who are homeless.

Rather than share the lyrics of this song, I will share their stories as best as I know.

MIKE

I met Mike when I first moved to Eagle Rock in Los Angeles. Mike has been homeless for approximately 40 years. He grew up in Chicago. Sometimes, I would bring a cup of coffee from my house to him, and we would sit and talk about his life. He left Chicago in his late teens out of fear. He said he witnessed something that he shouldn't have, and left Chicago because there was a person trying to eliminate him as a witness.

I listened. His story—it's hard to know whether there is reality to it or not. What I could do though, is ask him if he had family in Chicago who would take his call. He said yes. I asked if he knew their number. He said yes. So, I offered him my phone, and encouraged him to reach out. I also said, that whoever wanted him dead, has long forgotten about him and that his family would most certainly be happy to hear his voice. He refused.

One day as I was passing by, he said hi to me, and said, "hey you're a musician right?" I said yes. He told me that he always wanted to learn guitar. I told him, that I would be happy to gift him a guitar and teach him how to play. All that he needed to do was to show up at 11am in front of the mini mart by my house, and I would bring materials to teach him. He didn't show up and that's okay.

One day I passed by him in front of that same mini mart, and he was excited to be the recipient of 12 brand new pairs of socks. He asked if I needed any socks, and offered me a few pair of socks. I told him that I have plenty of socks, and that I would feel better about it, if he kept them and used them for himself.

I haven't seen Mike in a few years, but I love him.

JULIE

I don't know Julie nearly as well. She has her good days, and she has her bad days. She is schizophrenic. She has not told me that, but I am fairly certain this is the case.

She often speaks to people I can not see, but not always consistently. Sometimes she is more lucid than on other occasions.

She screams in terror at 4am in the morning at invisible entities that I do not see. However, she is terrified of them. Genuinely terrified. I will hear her banging on road signs, screaming for these entities to leave her alone. Begging them at times. Ordering them on other occasions, with words of authority and conviction and profanity.

I have gone out to check on her in the early hours of the morning, to make sure she is okay, when I can hear her pleas and banging to be left alone. It is on those occasions that she has shared with me that one of the entities is covered in blood and repeatedly tries to molest her.

She does not remember my name, and I don't mind. She often does not make eye contact with me. Sometimes she does.

She has upset my neighbors on a few occasions using our shared garden house for the yard to clean her clothes. I found her doing this once, and merely asked that she would approach me beforehand, before using the hose.

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I do what I do, because it makes me happy. It is humble work. I have traveled all over the United States sharing my stories and the stories of others, with people, such as yourselves. I have met many of you and connected with many of you, from this pursuit.

I am incapable of fixing the issue of homeless by myself. I need help. I need your help. We elevate each other. That is what we do. That is what we can do. Like anything, it starts at a thought—but manifests to reality by action.

I manifest my life. You do too. It is not our responsibility to judge what is impossible or possible. It is our purpose to pursue what makes us happy and to attempt to elevate each other.

I have spent my lifetime devoting myself to story and song. I know I am good at it. I have watched myself win over entire rooms full of people that did not show up to see me play, and I have done this in rooms all over the country.

This is just a song. It does not change anything, immediately. I hesitate to sell this one. I would prefer for people just to listen, as I have listened to the stories of Mike and Julie, and countless other friends.

It can easily be ignored as well. The choice is yours. It always has been.

It is available to stream on all the streaming services, as of now:

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And It Stoned Me

March 07, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

I first heard this song from two girls I had an early morning class with in high school. They were smoking a joint in their parked car, as I was passing by, minding my own business.

They invited me in, and this was the song they were listening to.

In other news, my cat is just chillin' right under my headstock—the whole song. Her name is Qi'ra. Feel free to say hi!

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A Coyote

February 24, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

If this song were a cocktail, it might take you somewhere—and it would also be crafted from some fine ingredients.

One Mark Twain—specifically "Roughing It". One tablespoon of Eddy Arnold The Cattle Call. A dash of nostalgia. Several shakes traveling out and about's, to and fro, hither and thither.

A pandemic. I forgot about that too.

Other stuff.

Sip it though.

I would write out the lyrics, but that would negate all the time spent inserting the lyrics above. You're going to have to experience it in real time—not at the speed of read.

Not at all is also an option (that being my least favorite).

Any hoo.

xoxo

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Coyote

words and music by Michael Patrick Vitale

Vocals, Background Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Upright Bass, Wood Blocks - Mike Vitale

Drums - Evan Stone

Background Vocals - Anastasia Flionis

Produced by Mike Vitale

Engineered by Mike Vitale, Evan Stone and Anastasia Flionis

Mixed by Ryan Lipman

Mastered by Mark Alan Miller

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The Incredible Shrinking Brain

February 22, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

Humans have a stellar track record of being both absent and horrid to one another. We take advantage of those with less. We treat others as inferiors. Hurt people, they hurt people.

We criticize the intelligence of those who disagree with our own notions of what it is to be human, alive, and unique. We incite. We cross boundaries.

Discrimination, which then leads to Reverse-Discrimination.

Slavery. Coal Mines. Company Stores. We use. We exploit natural resources, and people alike.

Bigoted. Arrogant. Prejudice.

Angry.

Creed.

Creed is unique from religious belief. It is the public and outspoken form of religious belief. Often times, also crossing boundaries. Inciting war.

For such a young species, we know so little in the broader scheme of existence—and we exercise our limited knowledge with certainty, regardless.

We need humility. What I know is dwarfed by that which I don't know.

What am I advocating for?

For each and every one of us to be present and in the moment as often as possible, and in order to achieve that, we all must know ourselves, and in order to know ourselves, we must work inward from our Ego, to our true Self. Carl Gustav Jung called it Individuation. Taoists call it, The Way. I call it a lifetime of work and effort to be the best version of myself. Authentic, confident, positive, receptive, patient, open-minded, and kind. That starts with you and me and everyone on an individual basis, and there is no mastery. There is just trying to be present.

"Anger and hatred are caustic to the vessel in which it's stored, far more than to anything on which it's poured."

If you don't know why you are so angry and why you hate—you can know. It is a matter of truly searching the inner world of you. I have done so myself, and I have spent tremendous amounts of time by myself, exercising these very notions, and writing these very songs.

That is why the first verse of this tune is a criticism of me. I will start with me. The rest of the song is about society, for which I am a part of too.

I am pointing out an issue I see in society and me. I am also providing a solution, as well as a song to shake your ass to.

I find happiness in making art and connecting with people and telling stories and traveling the country. Writing these songs. They are an inner journey. Those who create, know what I mean. It is profound. I want and wish for all people to experience what I have in my lifetimes as a creator.

I care about us. I care about you. I care about how we treat each other, and how we mistreat each other. Most importantly, I want to see change in my lifetime.

What is the change? People that are happy.

You don't find happiness or God or Self in material goods and wealth. Jesus actually preached that very notion as well, and I agree (and I'm not Christian). You find happiness within, by searching for it and listening to your inner voice. That in itself is a journey and I wish you well traveler.

Happiness is also fleeting and is never constant. It must be that way or else you would have nothing to compare it against.

When you find happiness, the light and true purpose inside of you: you are present often, and you radiate this for all to see.

I found a great deal of happiness on the road the past few years. It made the release of singles, difficult however. Tonight, I am trying again, because it makes me happy. Thank you for listening and reading. I am thankful.

released September 13th 2024

Vocals, Rhythm Electric Guitar, Synthesizers, Moog Mini, Fender Rhodes Piano, Mellotron: Mike Vitale

Drums: Tamir Barzilay

Bass: Paul Jones

Electric Guitar: Molly Miller

Produced by Mike Vitale

Engineered by Mike Vitale, Tamir Barzilay, Paul Jones, and Molly Miller

Mixed by Ryan Lipman

Mastered by Mark Alan Miller

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The Curious Case of Phineas Gage and His Brain

February 20, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

Phineas Gage was a demolition foreman for the Rutland and Burlington Railroad in the year 1847.

His job was to blow things up—specifically, that which was in the way of building a pair of railroad tracks. This could be all sorts of things. Mountainside, Felsenmeer, Stone, Boulders, and so forth.

But in those days, when you wanted to blow things up, you didn't have dynamite, because it hadn't been invented yet.

Nitroglycerine, which led to dynamite, was still about 25 years away.

So, when you needed to get rid of what was in front of you, one would drill enormously deep holes in the above mentioned, fill it with gunpowder, run a fuse, pack the remainder of the hole with sand to buffer the charge, light the fuse, and then run like hell.

This was Phineas' job... that is, until one day, he forgot to do one of these ingredients—and that's where this song comes in.

This is called The Curious Case of Phineas Gage and His Brain. Most medical students are familiar with this story. However, since I never studied medicine or psychology in college, I have Conan O'Brien and Bill Hader to thank for this story. Thank you both. I had a great time writing this.

The Curious Case of Phineas Gage and his Brain

words and music by Michael Patrick Vitale

Phineas Gage cleared the felsenmeer and stone to level the ground

He was a detonation foreman for the

Rutland and Burlington Railway, westbound

He drilled holes deep into mounds of boulders and stone and rocky terrain

Before he filled them up with gun powder, fuse, and sand to buffer the charge and keep it contained

And in all those years of such a dangerous profession

I wonder if it ever crossed his mind to exercise discretion

he’d just tamp down the goods with a rod, ingredients primed

But he forgot to buffer the charge with sand this time

Phineas

Oh Phineas

Oh what have you done?

That one meter iron rod

Shot out like a gun

And Lord knows you ducked your head

To get out of its way

But almost only counts

In horseshoes and hand grenades

Phineas

Oh Phineas

How are you still standing?

You’re a miracle of science

You defy understanding

Because Phineas my friend

You’ve got a great big hole in your head

Phineas looks around with a “what’s a matter” wrinkled brow

As his eyes dart around in his head

And his growing audience responds that the brain matter from your head

Is strewn about and I don’t know: you’re not dead

Workers and foreman shout for a physician

And while it seems unique for Phineas to be in such a position

It’s recommended that he take the rest of the day off on account

That his insides are outside and that alone seems like a lot to surmount

Phineas

Oh Phineas

Oh what have you done?

That one meter iron rod

Shot out like a gun

And Lord knows you ducked your head

To get out of its way

But almost only counts

In horseshoes and hand grenades

Oh Phineas

How are you still standing?

You’re a miracle of science

You defy understanding

Because Phineas my friend

You’ve got a great big hole in your head

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Rare Bird and the Roman Genius

February 18, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

I wrote the vast majority of this song while I was touring last year. I was in Portland, Oregon at the time, staying at my friend David Greco's house. David is a singer-songwriter himself. A very talented one.

I met him in Los Angeles, at a songwriter night when I first moved to LA. He was living in Los Angeles, at that time, but was originally from Portland and moved back there with his wife, shortly after we met.

Him and his wife are incredibly kind and fun and smart and artistic. Both of them read incessantly and their house is just covered in book shelves and literature of all varieties. A television is nowhere to be seen.

I had made a trip to Powell's Book Store a bit earlier that morning (which a marvel of a place in Portland) and came back to their place to take a crack at writing.

As I sat at their kitchen table, writing: either one of them might stop for a second as they passed by to ask how the song was coming along, might stop to listen if invited.

Earlier on we had been talking about books either of us were reading and she keenly noticed that the title from the book she was reading had ended up in my chorus.

"We are remarkable brightness of creature".

I'm a sponge—or maybe that is the wrong way of looking at it. Perhaps I'm like a collage. If one were in mean spirits: perhaps I paint by numbers.

When I showed it to David, he said that it reminded him of Rufus Wainwright. I can see that. I love Rufus and his music. I used to listen to his first two albums a lot, many years ago. He was working with all the music producers I loved: Pierre Marchant for "Poses" and Jon Brion for his self-titled. I hadn't listened to Rufus for probably—15 years or so. Yet, I would say that is a very viable explanation to where I could have listened to much music reminiscent of Judy Garland and all the amazing songwriters of her generation. Beyond compare. Masters of the craft.

Even as the writer, I have no idea where this stuff comes from precisely, in terms of an origin, aside from the most obvious explanation of non-executive functionality to the human psyche.

I don't try to sound like anyone but me. I just write. I hadn't been listening to any music that sounded anything like what I was writing here in the moment. It is like that for every song that I write. My brain tends to do the opposite of whatever I am currently taking in.

It's like magic. It feels like the song comes from somewhere special that is deep, dark, and mysterious. A little dangerous, but also sacred.

The Unconscious. The subconscious. Whichever you prefer. It's not conscious. That's the point.

The older I get, the more I want everything that I make, to come from this place. Perhaps they all do. I'm not certain.

More importantly, I want everyone to make something special, even if it is just special to themselves. I feel the most alive when I am creating, I want everyone to experience that feeling. It feels—incredible. Rare.

We all are incredible and rare. It can be said without a doubt, that we are all part of the same genus. However, it's the subjective nature of our being, that puts the I in that word.

Genius.

It comes from Latin. The Romans believed that there was a guiding spirit that accompanies you from birth to death. They called this spirit Genius. This spirit would help you to be the best version of yourself, to create, and to guide you on your path until the moment you left this mortal coil.

By the 15th century Middle English, it meant traits that define you as a person.

By the 17th century—it meant someone that is exceptional.

I don't mention any of this because I think I'm exceptional.

I saw exceptional last night. They were on stage together, being themselves.

I wish I would have filmed them on camera. It always seems to spoil the moment though, and my enjoyment of it—so I just took it in, instead.

I moved to Los Angeles, to bear witness to that. It is the sort of place that can quickly remind you that there are exceptional people in the world. To remind that there are pinnacles to achieve yet still, far beyond what is currently on hand.

I'm the most interested in the origin of the word genius. I'm interested in the folklore of its origin. This spirit. The Genius the Romans believed in. A mediator between God and Self.

I'm also interested in the notion of Genus and Genius being separated by one small vowel, that also just happens to represent our own inherent uniqueness.

Regardless of all this nonsense that I spout about—Rare Bird is a celebration of the unlocking of a door that resides within every human. Behind that door, there is adventure, dragons, a journey, a purpose, and long forgotten events, amongst so much else that is ripe with mystery. Perhaps I visit this space much like I do Portland and my friends there. A constellation, inside and outside of my being.

It's also, just a bunch of words over some music. I listened to 50 seconds of it, and it sounds nice. It's a lot of things to a lot of people. Nothing to no one. Maybe everything between too.

It's time for a walk. Thanks for reading me.

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Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead

February 10, 2025 by Mike Vitale in New Music, Music

Authenticity. We crave it so much.

We are sold the opposite. Not just in products, or on a television screen, or in a movie theater, or in a grocery store, or on a social media site by an influencer.

We are complicated creatures. Simultaneously wanting nothing shorts of perfection, while so desperately thinking that we need some sort of approval or validation—but it's just really love. That's all we want. Just to be loved for who we are. Nothing needs to be changed.

I was live streaming the other day and someone requested this song. I had forgotten how incredible this piece of music is. It made well up in tears listening back to it.

Mics Used:

Shure SM7 - Vocals

Audio Technica AT4033 - Guitar

Guitar:

Martin D-3R

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Graceland by Paul Simon

February 10, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

The first time I ever listened to this album was on my very first tour.

Not a fancy tour. It was a tour out of my car.

My girlfriend at the time, burnt it onto a CD for me to listen to.

One of several: tours, and several CD’s to listen to. I love this song a lot. I love this whole album. Thanks Katie.

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Guitar: Martin D3R

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Rare Bird

February 08, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

This my latest song that I have completed writing. It’s called Rare Bird.

It’s a gift for you.

I’ve spent a great deal of time thinking about the amount of suffering on this planet that people experience. While not all problems stem from here, I feel that a great deal of issue arises from people not feeling beautiful and unique. On the inside I mean. Not the outside.

I have seen this first hand in friends who have taken their own life as I have gotten older. Artists and good folk of all walks.

I wrote this song, in first person, to remind you how beautiful and special you are, in case you ever feel like you’re not, becauae you are. Through and through.

Rare Bird

By me

I am the rarest of bird

Friendly and forthright, then taciturn

Singing melodies I swear I’ve never heard

Unconsciously chauffeured

I’m a rare bird

I’m like action in hand

Reaching for something thoughts didn’t command

Certifiably absurd, or so I’ve heard

Unconsciously chauffeured

I’m a rare bird

We are remarkable brightness of creature

Mysterious ways and colorful features

Idiots and sages

Paradoxial phrases

And mazes of every kind

I could be slight of hand

There was a bird who sang

Yet it vanished again

I could roll up my sleeves

Or repeat the prestige that just occurred

Then again

I’m a rare bird

We are remarkable brightness of creature

Mysterious ways and colorful features

Idiots and sages

Paradoxial phrases

And mazes of every kind

I am the rarest of bird

Friendly and forthright, then taciturn

Singing melodies I swear I’ve never heard

Unconsciously chauffeured

I’m a rare bird

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Time Machine (Live in 2025) Streaming February 14th 2025

February 04, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

Music is an art form that I will never master. There is just too much to learn.

That’s what I like about it though. I want it to be an endless bevy of secret sweet gifts, for as long as I can sing and play and hear.

I’ve recorded several versions of this song. There has always been a person between myself and the final version. This is the first time I have ever been able to be proud of the the performance, and the engineering, and the mixing, and the mastering. I first got Pro-Tools around 2005. I’m on Logic now, and it’s been twenty years of teaching myself how to do all of these things.

I’m getting older, and I’m smiling as I’m saying it. I like getting older.

I grow a little softer every year. Less sharp edges to me. I’ve learned a lot from trying my ass off to learn as much as I can, while I’m here on this organic space vessel we call Earth.

At any rate, I’m releasing the audio to all the streaming services on Valentine’s Day, Feb 14th 2025.

In the meanwhile, it's available to listen to on YouTube:

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A Time Machine in 2025

February 03, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

John Archibald Wheeler has this theory that all time is happening at the same time. He was a theoretical physicist. A very famous one.

2025 has just started. I wrote this several years ago while I was living in Long Beach, sharing an apartment with my roommate Chris. The spirit of that moment was captured today. It’s like a photograph. An auditory snapshot. Memories are like that.

Imperfect, just like their creator. Memories I mean. Humans too.

These are my memories. A lot of my songs are. Memories of playing legos with my brothers. Playing with R/C Cars. Being Indiana Jones or defeating an alien invasion from another galaxy.

“And all you touch and all you see, is all your life will ever be.”

Memories have changed my mood. They have changed my outlook. Memories are so powerful.

This is just a song. It's also my life and memories and heart and soul. Do what you will with it. It took a long time to get to this, and you know that too. I tip my hat to my fellow time traveler. Safe travels.

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Jambalaya (On the Bayou) | Hank Williams

January 19, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Cover Song, Good Music, Music, New Music

I made this for Petra. She is a very nice person I met on YouTube and she lives in Austria. I think that's pretty incredible that people can connect in 2025 from such an extreme distance. She loves Americana and Blues and music of the older variety. She probably loves a swath of music I imagine—however, I wanted to say thank you for being so cool as to hang out and listen.

Human connection is a beautiful thing. I am thankful for it. Especially from a distance...

Speaking of which: my friends Devon Teran on Pedal Steel and Riley on bass, all the way from Kansas City, Kansas! Thanks guys! This made my day to mix.

I'm also thankful for Hank Williams. Holy shit, what an amazing songwriter he was, and a gift to the ears.

Above all else, thank you to everyone who has been helping me on GoFundMe to get caught up. The number zero has never looked quite as beautiful to me. It felt really wonderful to record, and edit and mix and video edit and color correct this song. It felt nice to hear from Petra this morning, for her to say that this made her happy. Wow. That brings me a joy that I can’t quite capture in essence, however, I hope this is a good start.

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Breathe (In the Air) | Pink Floyd

January 13, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music, Cover Song

Pink Floyd was a profound influence on me growing up. My older brother Clark used to play Dark Side of the Moon while my parents would be away. He would have it up loud enough to hear it all over the house. It is an experience—not just music. I was fortunate enough to make a few friends in high school, that all loved this album as well, and that is when I started paying attention to the beautiful lyrics written by Roger Waters. He calls them "a little adolescent and naïve in its preoccupations, but I'm not belittling it. It's like a rather wonderful, naïve painting."

I would be willing to argue they are not naive in their preoccupations. Breathing. It is the very first thing we learn to do in this life, once we emerge from a very warm and dark place for the first time. It is the control of our own perturbations—meditation.

I humbly offer my heart to you through this song. What a blessing it was to make this yesterday. The Los Angeles wildfires are burning all around me. I had to find a quiet take for this song, as there were helicopters and planes audibly dropping much needed extinguishers all over these burning wildfires. I live in Eagle Rock which is very close to where the Eaton Fires are burning. Thank you to all the brave men and women who are working day and night to allow me the opportunity to continue doing this: making music and trying to connect with others—and to breathe—to breathe in the air.

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Between the Bars | Elliott Smith

January 10, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

So far so good. I’m safe and making music.

My heart goes out to everyone who has not been as fortunate. Thank you to all the fire fighters who have been working night and day to keep homes and businesses and art and museums from burning.

I was staring at my wall the other day—for quite a long time—it was because I had no electricity… and I was reminded of an old friend.

I have an Origami Paper Crane Painting that my friend Travis gave me.

I love it Travis. Thank you. Miss you brother.

As he gave it to me one night in Santa Monica, he told me that he hated the painting and that I should have it.

I stare at it every day now because it hangs on my living room wall.

Travis died from liver failure. He was an alcoholic. He was a joy. He was also a pain in the ass on occasion. I loved him both ways.

This song is dedicated to him. It’s by Elliott Smith. It’s called “Between the Bars”.

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Crazy Love | Van Morrison

January 07, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

I was trying my very best to capture a good audio picture of this song. I love using condenser mics—but they are very sensitive to sound, and my neighborhood is loud. Helicopters. People peeling out in frustration. Honking horns. Children from the daycare center next door to me. You name it.

Some how… miraculously, I found a very narrow window, and tracked this. I hope it has its moments.

Crazy Love by Van the man.

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I Had a Dream with Sharp Teeth

January 03, 2025 by Mike Vitale in Dreams, Music, New Music

This is my first single of the year. It came out today, Friday January 3rd 2025 on the normal haunts. It's called "I Had a Dream with Sharp Teeth."

It’s about being afraid of the dark when I was wee little. Around 4 or 5 years old.

I wrote the song a long time ago. It’s was probably 12 to 15 years ago. May it resonate with someone out there, even if I am shouting into the dark (winky face).

My friend Geoff Pearlman produced this song with me. We had a lot of fun making it.

Thanks for stopping by and checking it out.

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Chan Chan | Buena Vista Social Club | Compay Segundo

December 31, 2024 by Mike Vitale in Music, New Music

I made this yesterday. It’s a cover of the Buena Vista Social Club song “Chan Chan” written by the incredible Compay Segundo.

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Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds

December 28, 2024 by Mike Vitale in New Music, Music

Picture yourself in a boat on a river…

What a great opening line for a song. The harmony is spectacular, as well as the melodic acrobatics between these interesting chord changes and lyrical prowess.

A friend of mine told me once that The Beatles never repeated themselves when it came to song form. Ever.

That is commitment to a craft.