Mount Airy, North Carolina

October 19, 2021 by Mike Vitale

Perhaps it was in my best interest to be reminded of seasons yesterday, as it would appear I have long forgotten their existence, having nearly spent an equal number of years away from the mighty oak and maple trees that garnered awe and splendor during the fall and autumn of my youth in the San Joaquin Valley.

But, at present, my eyes are greeted by gold and red foliage mingling playfully along the sides of Interstate 77 in North Carolina, in direct contrast to a place where no such color can be read on the palms of Mother Earth, as if there were ever futures to be told on such appendages: tall tale or none at all, atop one hundred vertical feet of Mexican Palm Trees lining a never-ending residential thoroughfare, in the circuit board cities and towns of Southern California.

My host and audience guest both corrected me on the use of my “the” in front of their 77, when referring to Interstate roads—it was, after all, the horse I rod in on yesterday from the bearded Spanish Moss Oaks of Savannah, Georgia—to play Mount Airy, along the boarder of North Carolina and Virginia.

It was also just an innocent little determiner, minding its own business, but seemed to be a fleeting point of interest amongst the locals, as it pointed inexorably towards my “California” point-of-origin—and I could have sworn that this notion was imperceptibly tucked away under my t-shirt collar; in truth, I momentarily found myself this week’s masked villain on an episode of “Scooby-Doo Where Are You?”, before resuming my honorary position in the Mystery Machine, searching for clues, and fans of my music.

I assure you, my intentions are quite playful and benign in mentioning this short anecdote under such light, much as their teasing was, in equal measure. I’ll happily pet a baby goat in jest and metaphor, amongst new friends and libations: and we bestirred such in copious quantity. The kid and kidding just found its way inside our conversation as we drank and talked.

I played for three very intent listeners last night in the birthplace of Andy Griffith, and the basis of Mayberry in the Andy Griffith Show. Jerry was kind enough to invite me into his home on a Monday to play a house concert for any folks who would be willing to listen on a school night. I am deeply appreciative of his hospitality and for opening his home and heart to me for an evening. We shared many a good story afterwards. He spent years as a youth minister and is a professional musician himself, and I feel both of these notions become immediately apparent and indelible in his company.

He has all the performers he has welcomed into his home, sign the inside portion of a door that leads upstairs from his kitchen. The door is sweetly adorned by the drawings and well wishes of a many a performer who have graced the presence of his living room, either acoustically or with a modest amplification setup. I appraised the given situation and decided that it would be best to play acoustically for such an intimate audience of folks. It was one of my favorite shows of this tour considering the conversational nature of its presentation, and I enthusiastically added my small contribution to his door.

I am a bit apologetic to anyone who finds pleasure in reading these small anecdotes from my life, as I would like to add to these stories more often within the scope of this blog that I affectionally refer to as INSIDE my HEAD. It has proven to be a bit challenging to keep up with social media posts for this tour, let alone to write consistently here on this website, in between the driving, sightseeing, playing music, and the conversations had along the way with hosts and guests within their homes. I am doing my best though to share what’s bouncing around in between my ears, like a kid who’s had a bit too much sugar.

I arrived at my Aunt’s house this morning who lives right below Charlotte in a small town called Fort Mill, South Carolina. It might give me a bit of an opportunity to catch up with you all, before the tour really kicks in to high gear on Thursday, with nearly back to back shows through to next Wednesday. I just picked up a last minute concert in El Dorado, Arkansas, thanks to my friend Chris Loggins. Good times are ahead and I hope that this finds you all enjoying yourselves as much as myself.

My new album is called ϕ and is currently available for your listening pleasure on all streaming services. You can find it here if you fancy: NEW ALBUM LINK I’m having a great time sharing it with new people all over the United States.

WHO IS MIKE VITALE?

I am a storyteller, singer, songwriter, 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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Houston, Texas

October 12, 2021 by Mike Vitale

The Houston, Texas House Concert was a huge success and I met and had the opportunity to play for some absolutely wonderful folks, from all walks of life, and from many different countries, who have all found themselves coming together in their own home community to hang out and listen to a songwriter from Los Angeles, CA.

I was told by my new friends that hosted the event, that we had about 50 or 60 people on the yard listening to me for the first set, before the concert

was interrupted by a brief shower—which I am coming to find is sometimes common this time of year in Houston? To be completely honest, I don’t know that for certain. No one in particular really provided any sage wisdom on the subject—there was much discussion of rain and its frequency in the weeks leading up to the event, albeit in passing, by text or email. I’m a human being, and sometimes I operate under assumptions, so bear with me if you are from Houston and are thinking, “self, this guy doesn’t know dick about Houston and its weather.” You would be correct—and there is no need for that language.

There are some things in life that are deeply refreshing to the soul of an artist, if I may be so bold to refer to myself in such a manner, on both fronts: spiritually and artistically. I do make art, and I am hardly recognized in a scope outside the realm of individuals who may have heard my name in passing or have lived within southern California for the past 20 years or so—and have blessed me with their company throughout the years while I have occupied the space of a stage, playing the music of my life. So, imagine my surprise to see all of these people here in Houston, Texas. I found myself asking them, “ so what are all you beautiful folks doing here tonight?”

The truth of the matter is that I have had some wonderful hosts not only here in Houston, but also in Austin, and San Antonio, who took the time to invite friends, family, and colleagues out to hear me play some music and to give me the opportunity to entertain them for an evening. Beyond this, I have never been to the southern United States before the month of October, with the exception of what states I visited in the earlier portions of my tour in August and September of this year. I am writing this to you from New Orleans, Louisiana. I have never been here before either.

If I may share something with you: I made it my goal several years ago, to travel the United States, on the back of my own music. I maintained and stayed true to this desire for more years than I care to admit—and while I have lost my way on several occasions, I feel some levity and forgiveness should be afforded—considering the immense amount of things I have had to teach myself in order to get to where I have arrived this year. This was an intention I had been planning to execute in 2020—well, before COVID-19 delayed these events. However, they were originally conjured many many years before that by a kid from Visalia, California that dreamed of traveling the world playing the music that he wrote.

In order for me to accomplish this though, I needed to learn how to make friends everywhere I go, to network, to multitask, to be my own boss, to be kind to myself as my own employee, how to write a song that people would want to listen to, how to be earnest in my art, how to write creatively, how to have a basic understanding of marketing, how music works in theory, how to arrange music, how to produce it, how to communicate with artists (as we are sensitive folk at times), how to be mildly charismatic (or even funny at times), how to use social media, how to create a website, how to influence search engine optimization, how to operate as my own record label, how to generate a mailing list, how to say “no” to some things, how to say “yes” to nearly everything, how to accept the kindness of others no matter what your pride has to say on the matter, how to maintain my pride through embarrassment and mistake (regardless of how subjective or objective either may be), how to know what I want and to pursue it to the best of my capability, how to create social events for my community, how to record, how to mix music, how to communicate with people that are experts at sound and mixing, how to do graphic design, how to explain what I am picturing in my head to someone helping me to realize whatever that creative thing might be, how to publish music and what are the necessaries to collecting money in a constantly fluctuating business model, how to shoot video, how to edit video, how to organize my own tours, how to do a tour in a cost effective manner that allows me to come back in the black, how the ego leads to the use of passive aggressive behavior and how to not behave passive aggressively, how to simply ask or express to someone that what he or she did does not make you feel good, how to ask if someone wants your opinion before giving it, how to not jump to conclusions, how to realize when someone is trying to convince you of something, how to apologize and when to say thank you, how to deal with a heckler in an audience, how to show appreciation for the kindness of others (always), how to be patient, how to push myself out of my own comfort zone in order to grow, how to deal with moving somewhere new where you don’t know anyone or have any friends, how to be the best version of myself and to live with as much kindness in my heart as I can muster, how to not dwell…

I know that deep in my heart and recollection, there is more than this. But, this is what I could think of over a cup of coffee in my hotel room. Everything is a work in progress too. But, have no doubt: all of these things play into trying to realize a dream, by my own approximation. Mine is not fully realized—but in equal measure, I realize that “life is a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

So, Houston—John and Neda: thank you. I am patient. I am resolute. I am grateful. I am taking notes. There is much to learn and much to teach when the time is right—and there is much to see. Please excuse me dear reader. I’m going to see more of New Orleans right now. It is beautiful and rich with unexplored treasures.

ϕ by Mike Vitale

September 23, 2021 by Mike Vitale in New Music

The album that I am releasing right now has been a labor of love for me. It is called φ, or Phi. I have worked on it since 2017.

Phi is an irrational number (like my ambitions)—and like Pi, except Phi deals with spirals and is derived from the Fibonacci sequence—the sort of spirals you see in a pine cone, a pineapple, or the spreading of leaves on select plants to garner maximum sunlight—or the spiral of a milky way galaxy that we all live in.

Some of us derive significance from such things. Others? Not so much. It isn’t a necessity after all. Perhaps it’s just a way to pass the time—and I do that either way.

Curiosity and living life itself, is a fine enough sentiment to cue the music to: so I do—and then give it a queue to rest in: 12 songs to be precise, if precision were ever something a human being truly achieves.

I find us all to be an amazing and beautiful curiosity. A wonder. A joy. A miracle. As I age, I only become more enamored with us all, and what our purpose is here on Earth. Each of us.

For me, it feels like it is to write music about my life, both the good, and the bad—and to share it with as much honesty as possible, so that people may know that they are not alone in the way they feel. To play these songs for as many people as possible. To share my life, openly for those who care to listen.

… and although happiness may hardly need such expression or sentiment—heartbreak certainly does. There are so many of us out there that are hurting. I try to help in my own way.

Much like any song, or curiosity, or memory, or thought, or expression—or human being for that matter: we all matter. We are made of it, and we pass in conjunction with it, with each moment we are lucky enough to perceive.

May we all find our purpose and keep on doing and being the best version of ourselves. I try really hard every day to be that.

These 12 songs, available on all streaming services right now, are my life, written in music and melody and words: they are as much for you as they were cathartic for me over the past several years. I am thankful for you dear reader. Know that.

Here is a portal to all the things (you can also click that beautiful album cover up yonder):

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