We Get Carried Away Enough to Start Again

Jim Boggia

Merchant of Joy

By Richard Cuccaro

Discovery

"Live the Proof" past Jim Boggia came to me, I think, via somebody's song mix collected on a CD. The source doesn't thing anymore.

That song's effect on me is different from others over the years in that it didn't start with a typically ethereally floating, soaring vocal nearly something/someone lost, over a nicely plucked Martin, Gibson or you-proper noun-information technology acoustic guitar. This 1 rocked. Information technology struck at the cadre of where I live and where I dream (that happens to be rockabilly), and took a left turn to someplace else. This thing took its opening chunky electrical guitar riff and underlaid it with a 2nd jangly guitar and a drum assault tailor-made for my own air-pulsate fantasies. The singer strode in on his serrated phonation, sharp enough to carve a new pathway through my cardiac apparatus. Synthesizer passages twisted giddily through the background, encouraging flight. The cumulative effect put a rocket payload under every prison cell in my body and shot me into a stratosphere somewhere in my brain — someplace endorphins form and multiply — with cells subdividing and spreading exponentially.

He sang: Let'due south brainstorm with a fact / Science tells us at that place'southward a pact  / made betwixt each action and something that reacts / Things that seem out of range all obey a law of modify / Put thoughts into motion; watch things rearrange / Live the proof; nosotros can create our circumstance / Live the proof; cipher is always left to take chances / It's no dream; we tin can brainstorm the earth anew / Here and now; live the proof. Sent from the soul of a cockeyed optimist, the song was/is a perfect marriage of a hypothesis and its musical expression: We tin can change our lives when we believe we tin.

In the cornball video in my mind, kids ping-pong off a trampoline and float in irksome move, hanging in mid-air, their pilus flying in every direction. Jim floats at that place as well, the arm of his selection manus extended at the finish of a ability chord. Practise I get carried abroad? Yeah, I get carried away. As the woman'due south voice on the GPS says: "You take arrived at your destination." Joy unfettered. And then I have, over and over, pushing the left side of the iPod wheel, again and again. A cartoon version of me would evidence a hamster pushing a button to get his ecstasy-laden pellets, winding upwardly prostrate and exhausted.

The Whole Human being

This is non just the story of a man with an audio-visual guitar who writes songs and sings them. The stories appearing here have never been but about that. From the first some 12 years agone, they have always been primarily about i thing: the transmission of joy.

These stories accept never had a swell impact on anyone's career. They've mainly been footling love letters saying, "Thanks for the thrill." They happened to exist nearly people in the genre I more often than not adopt: musicians usually playing wooden instruments in the roots-based loonshit. This tale is certainly ane of those. Definitely a love letter of the alphabet. Trivial, just passionate.

What I didn't know until I downloaded Jim'south entire discography was that his range is off the charts. He does rock/pop as assuredly as anyone, and does the singer/songwriter acoustic affair as well or improve than anyone. He does Beatles covers well enough to exist a guest player, from time to fourth dimension, in the Cadillac of Beatles tribute bands, The Fab Fake. YouTube is a treasure-trove of his live exploits. On i video, he is shown existence interviewed in 2008 on a TV station promoting an anniversary show of the offset Beatles concert in Philadelphia. He was slated to perform their 26-infinitesimal set solo, from that showtime Philly concert (as a headline act featuring other bands, the Beatles prepare was relatively short). On the video, we can still watch equally Jim rips through "Tin can't Buy Me Dearest," using but an acoustic guitar, throwing in pb melody licks amid the strumming, his voice a McCartneyesque doppelganger. When I describe this video, and numerous others to friends, I find myself using the term "jaw-dropping" oftentimes. Other video links Jim sent at my request feature Dylan'southward "Girl From the Due north State," Fleetwood Mac'due south "Never Going Back," The Beatles' "She'due south Leaving Home" and Springsteen'south "Thunder Route" plus "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," played dorsum-to-back on ukulele. All are clinics on fingerstyle guitar (except the last, on uke).

Beginnings

An only child, Jim was born in Royal Oak, Mich., almost a 20-minute drive north of Detroit. After 1 yr, the family moved to Warren, about seven miles east of Regal Oak. The side by side five years in Warren were something out of "The Wonder Years." There were families with children everywhere, cul-de-sacs and kids on bikes. He began taking classical guitar lessons at age 5. A year later, the family moved to Fenton, some other hour'southward drive northwest. Living on the outskirts of Fenton was some other affair. "It was a 'metropolis' of viii,000 people," Jim said wryly. "I grew up on a clay road." A collection of classic popular/rock albums given to him by aunts and uncles became his portal into the Byzantine, Escher-like architecture of music. His mom didn't drive and later schoolhouse and weekends he had to rely on his guitar, his records (plus later, a record recorder) and an assimilation in music, alone in his room. This period of isolation and self-taught growth was like putting a nuclear scientist alone in a laboratory with everything he needed to build a reactor.

For many years, he said, figuring out guitar parts was a non-gene. "What I loved about records were all the different parts: the arrangements, that bass line that's going on… that trumpet part that comes in in that location… I was trying to effigy out how to go the parts of the record that I liked into a guitar office."

The take a chance to show people what he could do was slow in coming. "I was always the weird child in school who played guitar and was into music, but I wasn't playing music with other kids until I was fourteen or fifteen."

Playing Out

When he hitting his middle teens, friends who drove or friends with parents who collection became Jim's ticket to mobility.

He played in an audio-visual duo with a friend, singing Simon and Garfunkel and Beatles covers. The owner of the Grainery Pub in Fenton gave them a gig playing covers every week. Jim was around 16 and still in high school. That was the first time he actually played before an audience of "paying customers." He was also in a rock band and played loftier schoolhouse dances.

It would have many years before he regarded music as a career. In Jim's earth in Michigan, there appeared to be no middle ground between a garage ring and people who were world famous. He never saw any local people putting food on the table playing music. Later doing the math, Jim figured " I'd better become me a garage."

Jim attended the University of Michigan equally an English Literature major. By his estimation, it was a pure non-income-earning pursuit summed up in the jokey phrase … "I want to go read." He did, notwithstanding put some part of it to use writing and recording jingles for a local ad agency part time for a couple of years.

Also, during this fourth dimension, Jim never stopped playing. He spent his weekends performing in rock comprehend bands all over Michigan.

The Move to Philly

In the mid to late '80s, Michigan was no place to begin a life as a wage earner. The motion-picture show Roger and Me, by Michael Moore depicting the economic desolation of Flint, pretty much summed up the entire state, every bit far as Jim was concerned. He'd played everywhere and it added up to a dead terminate. When a friend decided to move to Philadelphia, Jim followed his lead. At a store in Ann Arbor that carried newspapers from around the nation, he got an issue of the Philadelphia Inquirer and saw a listing for a job in Philly equally a customer service representative in a high-tech studio equipment visitor. He applied and got it. It was his lifeline into "a steady paying task."

Playing music on nights and weekends around Philadelphia, Jim acquired a reputation as a stellar session player and sideman. In 1996, he was still working at his day job as a service rep when a call came in for a multi-bear witness gig with Bernadette Peters. Bernadette worked with a 20-slice orchestra, but for two or three songs, during the middle of her set, Jim alone would accompany her, sitting on a stool with only an acoustic guitar. He remembers thinking, "If I tank this, she's going to nail her part, just I'm going down in flames." But he knew, "I'm non going to tank this." With this realization, Jim took an important footstep toward the decision to risk making a living playing music. Shortly later, he quit the rep chore and his career as a full-fourth dimension musician began.

The Career

Amid Boggia cognoscenti, it'southward well known that Jim has spent a lot of time sharing gigs with Jill Sobule. Their friendship goes back to 1997. They met when sharing a bill at a do good concert. Upon offset meeting, Jim told her that he played a lot of her songs, so she invited him to play during her set. Jill appear to the crowd, "Hey, I met this guy backstage who says he plays my songs. Permit's get him out here!" After the audition applauded loudly for Jim, Jill added, with bully comic timing, "Now, I've really never heard him; he might suck!" They've done gigs together always since. Jim has said: "Phase wise, she was my chief's degree on how to play, in particular, solo shows on stage in front of an audition." Jim kept progressing; playing backup and doing session piece of work with other musicians.

The Albums

Bated from the melodic brilliance and control of studio furnishings, in that location is no pocket-sized matter of depth of lyrics. While there is a peachy pop feel to much of Jim'south piece of work, absolutely zippo is a throwaway piece of fluff. Every discussion is exhaled from his core and crafted for maximum outcome. There are added ambient sounds that conjure visions of Jim looking effectually, pulling in elements of the world surrounding him. Here, I've culled some songs from his three solo albums. There are more keen songs non included and other side project recordings listed on his website.

In 2001 he released his debut album, Fidelity is the Enemy. The first track, "So Full," is 1 of my favorites and ane that Jim is still proud of — a smashing way to start one's recording career. It uses audio-visual guitar and organ to restate Jim's optimistic view: Information technology came to me / Arriving at a blinding speed / For how long, who knows? / I'm trying difficult to not let go / I constitute my soul / I've never had the well so full.

"Bubblegum 45s," a Ben Folds-like piano romp, describes his youth, spent alone with his records, and contains the championship of the anthology: I've got memories / trapped in vinyl and they come to life / All that I take to do / is set the needle downwards / and I'll have a smile / because I know that I'yard going to be right / Right back in my room similar I was four / Bubblegum 45s scattered on the floor … I think fidelity is the enemy / I like mine cutting out from a cereal box / Every skip, scratch, and pop / is a joy to me.

In "Black and Blue," some other acoustic guitar-based slice, we find Jim at his almost vulnerable in a struggle with an abusive lover: You seem surprised to find / that I'm human / and that I can do things wrong / For my frailties your heart / has no room … And I'1000 feeling black and bluish / like I'thou beaten through and through … Information technology contains a line I would have loved to use on sure past critics: So, take my latest failure / and exist certain to write it downwardly / so you can cascade it out like h2o on me / when I beginning to drown.

The anthology has a interruption in the middle where, in a borrowed rail from a children'due south tape, we hear a needle in a vinyl groove while a man speaks to his youthful audience: Now if you'll turn the record over, I'll continue our story… Then, after a intermission, nosotros hear, Hither'southward the second part of our story … call back to wait and listen …

In the vocal that follows, "O/P" [optimist/pessimist], Jim reprises the outlook of "Live the Proof." This fourth dimension he slows it down, railing confronting the negative thought railroad train of someone whose bearing causes him to sing: There are silver clouds all over the heaven / just yous observe the blackness lining / If you're looking for happiness / why non cut back on your whining? … Yous're crying well-nigh your half glass of milk / earlier you lot've even spilled information technology / I have a glass that's half empty, too / just I know life refills information technology. Amen.

The next album released in 2005, Condom in Sound, kicks off with "Shine," co-written with Aimee Mann. The second rail is the aforementioned "Live the Proof." Jim has said that Aimee had written a darker poetry for "Proof" that he preferred, only the song had been recorded by then. Can a song be likewise optimistic? Maybe, simply I similar information technology the style it is.

"Prove My Face Around" is Jim'southward reflection on his isolationist tendencies (I can relate) and contains the album title: 'Crusade I don't like to show my face around / 'Cause I'g agape I'll let some people downward / So, I just become off in my world of sound / I'm safe in sound. Adding an air of poignancy, in that location are snippets of taped words of long-passed-on grandparents, aunts and uncles. They float in like ghosts on phantom radio waves.

"Where's the Party?" a very Beatlesque number, has an air of desperation as information technology describes the drug antics of musicians who'd rather play at being rock stars than actually work to become one: Where were you last night? / 'Crusade we had a ball / At to the lowest degree from what I recall / We all went to Sean's / The mood was but correct / His whole place is lit by candlelight / He says he doesn't have the bread to pay the neb to keep the lights on / Just then I watch him give that guy some money for a bag of blow / Hey, where'southward the party?

The achingly lamentable "Supergirl" is one of the most wrenching goodbyes ever put to music. Jim, plain in love, wishes the maiden well as he lets her get: Equally you go off to save the world / always retrieve in that location's someone yous saved at home / I can never repay this debt only I'm not washed trying even so / So, take this forth. Take this forth / Equally you get off in the sky like supergirl ….

The last rail, the strangely thrilling "Nevertheless to Come," is seven minutes of a thunderstorm. While recording an anthology in a large sometime business firm with the revered folk/rock group Four Way Street (CD: Pretzel Park) that he played with from 2003 to 2004, a thunderstorm came in and disrupted the recording process. Microphones were placed on the porch to capture its intensity. The runway finishes with an quondam-timey, vaudeville-like song defended to Shane the sound engineer.

Misadventures In Stereo was released in 2008. Two very upbeat songs, "eight-Runway" and "Listening To NRBQ," use fabricated-up but real-seeming memories. In the outset, the fast and joyous "8-Track," over churning drums and fuzz-tone guitar, Jim invents a sis he never had: My older sister used to spend all of her time / listening to 8-Tracks / She had a plastic Panasonic / that she carried in her backpack. Hand claps and ooh/la/la/las lead to a confession about the nonexistent sister and 8-rails player. This segues into sweetly lilting "Listening To NRBQ." We hear a perky strum on an acoustic guitar and tart licks on an electric. I had a Charger with a big V8 / That mother started cracking / Yeah, it hauled ass / It had an afterwards-marketplace stereo / with FM radio / and an 8-Track. [Again with the eight-rail, Jim?] The guitarist for NRBQ, "Large Al"Anderson, actually does play on the track and takes the solo when Jim sings: And and so Large Al took a solo and it went like this. In Jim's charmed universe, he later got to play live shows with monster NRBQ pianist Terry Adams, Color him ecstatic.

Jim co-wrote "Chalk One Upward For Albert's Side" with Beach Boys lyricist Tony Asher (Pet Sounds). This sunny, winning vocal of redemption borrows stylistic touches from the Beach Boys (harmonies) and Beatles ("Rocky Raccoon"-like melody). The underdog wins as: It seems similar everybody's running to where Albert stands / And he's conspicuously in command / Now he has the upper paw / We watched the bullies as their world was shattered / The schoolbell rang and we all scattered.

The album ends with a unlike kind of shattering. "Three Weeks Shy" tells the actual story of a soldier killed with three weeks left in his tour of duty in Iraq. From the brother'south signal of view: The dishes in the sink are stacked 4 days high / That was when the men came up our bulldoze / At that place was a blue heaven / The lord's day was in my eyes / They said a few words / just Mama'south scream was all I heard / He was just three weeks shy. Every bit the words He's never… never comin' abode emerge from Jim in an angry, sorrow-filled wail, a brass department plays a wearisome, lamentable funereal march. In the background, from a recording on a small digital recorder Jim fabricated, existent names of area soldiers lost in the war are read by a Quaker organization at the Town Hall in Philadelphia. "Heartbreak" doesn't begin to cover information technology.

Beatles Heaven

Jim heard The Fab Imitation somewhere around 2000 and, as a cocky-described "Beatles freak," became a huge fan. He also idea, "Why am I not playing in this group?" And so information technology came to laissez passer. Jim started playing for The Fab False when he was asked to sub for Jimmy Vivino when Jimmy went to 50.A. to play on the Conan O'Brien Show. Later Jimmy returned, some other opportunity came when he was asked to sub for Jack Petruzzelli. There are five core members of the Fab Faux. At times, Jim is but asked aboard as a guest, and the band, playing off the old phrase, "The Fifth Beatle" (used with DJ "Murray the G"), refers to him every bit "The Sixth Fake."

Jim Boggia is a wizard of the highest lodge. Todd Rundgren once correctly labeled himself on one album title: A Magician, a True Star. Jim Boggia is himself a One thousand Wizard.

The human action of consistently producing musical expression that elicits a joyful response is and so magical, and so deep and complex, that I don't believe I've ever given whatsoever musician the props he/she deserves. So this written piece is a hazard. How close can I get to a clarification of the abracadabra Jim achieves? Words can just do and then much. If anyone who reads this heads over to YouTube to experience the remote version of Jim, I've gotten part way at that place. If a reader gets off his/her butt and goes to a live show or buys his music, I've gotten a trivial further. And so the reader becomes a witness and hopefully will fill in the pieces I've left out. At that place are many. You'll hear them.

Jim volition be appearing soon hither:

April 6   10pm Rockwood Music Hall, 196 Allen St., NYC

May 4   8pm Rockwood Music Hall

Website: jimboggia.com

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