A Superstar in the Making: Torsten Goods, Love Comes To Town – ACT Music – In the spirit of jazz


Love Comes To Town – CD – Torsten Goods at ACT Music – In the spirit of jazz.

I’m totally looking forward to seeing Torsten Goods perform at Bürgersaal Feldafing this coming Saturday! Much like above linked PR info and album liner notes already describe, Torsten Goods manages to blend all the iconic guitar talent that clearly informs and defines his style into the one homogenous phenomenon that he is: Passion meets a rich music foundation meets precise delivery and solid, thoroughly honed chops, which he presents with an innocent joyfulness reminiscent of children at play – it’s no surprise that press tout him as a performer with “talent galore”. But his talents don’t stop there, seeing as he wrote seven out of the total of 14 songs himself, which made the cut from no less than 40 original compositions, all of which he has written over the course of roughly two years that took him away from his current city Berlin to London in an endeavour to expose himself to a new environment and new inspiration to draw from.

Above introduction to Good’s latest work is a mindblowing read of a fast started career that kicked into higher gear from one year to the next. It is all the more remarkable in this context that Goods afforded himself a two-year hiatus prior to his current release in order to reexamine the trajectory his musical path followed and in order to possibly reassess where he was going. We feel delighted as well as relieved to hear him say about this CD that the Jazz club circuit is where his heart is and that Love Comes to Town is so far the most authentic and complete rendition of his artist personality. It gets almost scary to fathom the future material he might come up with after treating us to an effort that already sounds so mature, so well-balanced and at the same time relaxed that you can’t help but arrive at the feeling you’re listening to an all-time classic that’s been around forever, leaving its well deserved mark on music history as it weaves an effortless thread throughout the different musical eras and styles Goods boasts as his musical education. Well, as far as we’re concerned: Love Came to Town and firmly claimed its place in our collection of all time favorites!

For more information, follow above links and see his touring schedule.

(Images and linked copy courtesy of ACT Music, copyrights remain with their respective owners. Copy as published here © W. Nieke, 11/2013)

MALLORCA SMOOTH JAZZ FESTIVAL 2013


MALLORCA SMOOTH JAZZ FESTIVAL 2013.

Prepare for the greatest European Smooth Jazz party at sea! And make sure to place your reservation early. Brought to you by Christian Bößner of Mallorca Smooth Jazz Festival.

Wesbound on JazzNet 247 with Wes George Gillespie


wesbound press photoI am stoked!!!! Recently, Wes Gillespie of Smooth Jazz Radio Station JazzNet 247 selected my tracks I Count on U and Naiad Theme for his fine programming. This in itsself would be an incredible treat alone, but it gets even better: I recently checked his playlist and was almost falling from my chair from detecting myself among all the BIG names of the genre! Upon tuning in to his radio show, I hear a radio jingle with announcements of the songs to air during the second hour of his show and – shock again! – he placed an announcement of my track between Brian Culbertson and – Herbie Hancock!! I mean – come on!!! This is getting better than whatever dreams I may have had in my late teens and early twens! A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!

Some of my Facebook family and friends might be tempted to think, I was presenting myself extra-humble in order to “solicit” more attention or support, but no! Take my word on this: I am really, really almost in disbelief over all the incredible things that have started to happen for me!! And excited and thrilled at the same time, of course!

Again, my heartfelt gratitude to all of you, who have and are supporting me in ways I could not have imagined! This is major, major, major and means EVERYTHING to me! And know that I keep working on my chops and material. After all – what could be better than knowing there is an appreciating audience waiting for more to come?

Thank you all! At this point, I’d like to mention Brian O’Neal, who got the ball rolling for me about one and a half years ago, by inviting me to collaborate on his track and then video Dreams in Color and by getting the word out. Please consider supporting his charity organization DO Foundation that came from this musical collaboration. Also, a big shoutout to April Sims and Christopher Fields on WAGTi Radio, for inviting me to be among the first interview guests when the station launched under that name in March 2009. After that, I soon found myself invited on a couple more stations getting interested in airing my music and finding out about my work. Cres O’Neal, Gary Fuston, Mary Ann of U S Smooth Jazz Network, Marissa Caliguire to name a few more – thank you dearly! Please find the complete list of stations and radio presenters here.

This is incredibly exciting, people! Thank you!
Peace,

wesbound, October 2010

Artist vs. Musician Reprise – inspired by Janice B.


What? Artist VERSUS Musician? What is this about? Don’t they come in one (crazy) package? Well, some do, some don’t. Apparently, I must fall into the latter category according to Janice B.’s brilliantly written contemplation on the subject. Reading her article as to what sets the two apart in a way, reminded me of the first time I may have – more subconsciously – found out about that. I am going to have to elaborate a bit for this statement to make sense.

I started playing in bands at around age 13. I had been playing guitar for four years with some minor formal education for two years until the local music school’s teacher ran out of material to work on by saying something like “I can’t teach you guys anything else.” (doh! LOL). I then continued to work with the only other student in my class and we’d somehow figure out how to play Beatles songs on acoustic guitars and singing along in harmony. Something like that. From that and “performing” around campfires – I was being asked to join a band, which I gladly did. From whatever pocket money I had, I bought my first electric guitar (I recall it being a Fender Stratocaster copy) and shared the guitar amp with the other guitarist in the band. Rehearsals took place in the basement of the keyboardist’s parents house and let’s just say that basement was in questionable condition… But I didn’t care, I was so pumped about being in a band and getting to perform in front of people, I put up with mold, freezing temperatures, damp fingers, lack of light and oxygen for hours on end, bickering and disputes over song arrangements and the correct phrasing of vocal and instrumental parts, the usual amount of friction between “ego mammals”, transportation issues, juggling school and other chores, making time for rehearsals, bugging out Mom to take me there in winter, in other words: The usual “side effects” of being a musician – right? Right.

So, I kept doing that for a while. At 14, a former buddy comes to visit and runs me over with his moped. Result: Ruptured ligament in the left knee, hospitalization for… the entire summer break (6 weeks in my country)! Back in the day, that meant full surgery under anesthesia, total immobility for two weeks after that, cast, crutches for bathroom “breaks”, bed-time, in short: No fun at all! (and this in summer, with high temperatures and such. Can anyone say “scratch me under that thing there? Like NOW!!!!”) My dad signed me out of hospital prematurely, so I got to be in my room at least (right under the roof, during the summer the equivalent of a George Foreman grill for human beings). All my friends were gone for the summer break, so noone came to visit. My sister was out and about. My parents were considerate enough not to go on vacation without me. So, no walking around the house or garden, bathroom breaks had to be scheduled, distraction was scarce. What was I to do? … Yup! You guessed it: Pull out the guitar and play all day! It must have been way above 100 degrees in my room (“I like my wesbound well done, please. Thank you! Got a bun and some mustard to go with that? A cold beer? You know, white people tend to be a little chewy”… LOL). I can still feel the sweat running down my chest and back from only thinking about that. But: I believe it was then when the Muse hit me in full. I would actually listen to the records I played along with, analyze what made ‘em great for me, emulate the guitar parts as best as I could and improvise with the modest skills I had then (and consider not to be too different by now). So: This may have well been my defining time as a musician first. I say “musician first”, because as I went along in understanding, what made the greatness of the song for me, I instantly wanted to do like those great composers and artists. Which is how I got into songwriting, I believe.

To come back to the subject at hand being discussed in Janice’s article: I am in total agreement with her as to what makes a musician. And there’s no judging on my part as to that, either, whatsoever. Matter of fact, it is now that I feel the ambition to become a better musician and look into ways of accomplishing that (practicing at home is just a part of that equation). And as to artist: In my book, I believe this species to be a being, who look into ways of expressing themselves and their experiences by way of their artform of choice (music, painting, writing… you name ‘em). There is a prevalent urge in saying something in such a way that everyone (with open ears and mind, that is) can relate to it. Much as for Janice, to me the greatest joy and reward in music is to write a song. Work out a chord progression. Find nice sounds to go with that. Optionally lyrics to tell a (personal) story. Make the “inner track” audible to the public. That sort of thing.

I’ve been writing songs eversince (I trashed a large stack of unfinished lyrics when moving out from home at 18). 25 years later – I have just started out (again). With a bit of life on my hands. Some insights, some lessons, some pain and some joy. I consider myself that bottle of wine that stayed dormant in the basement. The door has been opened, new light falls into the room. Time to pick up the narrative and journey.

Care to come along?

Peace,
wesbound, July 2010

P.S.: On a little less serious note: When you forget the lyrics, it’s still better to hum and look involved. Like this:

wesbound on GHP Radio with Gary Fuston


GHP Radio, Gary FustonHi folks,

just a little update to let you know that I had the honor and pleasure to do an interview on Gary Fuston’s GHP Radio. If you missed my event announcement on Facebook, feel free to catch the recorded podcast here, segment #15. Hope, you’ll enjoy – the entire show outside my interview was and is great, you should definitely go check it at some point :-)

peace,
wesbound