Arranging Blues

A note to all those up-and-coming arrangers out there: when deciding how much to charge for a hack arranging gig, keep in mind that you will fall into bed exhausted at 2 AM, only to find yourself wide awake at 4:30 AM with one single line from the song stuck on endless repeat in your head.

awake at 4:30
Go for hazard pay.

10 thoughts on “Arranging Blues

  1. Chad

    So, Michael.

    Listening to this, I’m reminded of how stupidly good you are at pulling just about anything out of your tail end and making it sound / feel / look right.

    Now, with that said, what the flaming hell is this project you’re working on?

  2. michael lee Post author

    It’s for a Christmas Show at the Actor’s Co-op theater in Hollywood. The shtick is that a guy has a Christmas dream-come-true, and gets to host his own 60′s style Hollywood variety show. It’s meant to be an homage to that sound, the Doc Severinsen thing, with all the cliches and a little bit of the camp.

    That’s me, baby. Campy musical cliches, written to order.

  3. Sharolyn

    This song puts a smile on my face. I think, “For the next hour or two, everything will be alright with the world.”

    Can that be your new Addison Road author pic?

    I love, “Celebrities are such a treat.”

  4. michael lee Post author

    My pride has compelled me to point out that what I linked to is the songwriting demo only, to get final approval from the music producer on the show before I go to actually print scores and do a full-blown big band track. I’ll post the final when I have it.

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  6. harmonic miner

    So, I’m not the only one paying for my sins right now, I take it?

    I’ve been hacking away all weekend… and I don’t mean coughing.

    Which is why I haven’t done the far more important task of responding to Chad on the McLaren thread….

    but gimme time

    One of my copyists just IM’d me that he is now a diabetic from listening to the last song he worked on…. It’s called hyperglycemic shock. Then he sent me several pictures of people throwing up.

    Ah, the rewards of musical excellence.

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