An Intro, Explanation, and Coda.

It is absolutely obvious, and painfully clear that the September debut of the freshmen album, Acadia did not happen. As with any project, circumstances over the course of 8 months change drastically; drastically altering the progress of such an already slow burning project. Before I delve any further into the complexities of why the album has yet to be released, let us reflect on the past events which critically crippled its progress.

In the winter of 2011, I was struggling. I was at what has so far been the top of my personal musical expertise, and more than able to understand by that point in time, that a personal album project would be eminent. This idea was sparked by the moving of my absolute closest friend and only confidant in the world at the time: A musician, who like myself was at the top of his game at a very young age. We learned how to play together, and most of all, we learned how to play virtuosically together. Once I understood that this move would undoubtably tear us apart (which it among other things did), I felt my internal clock of creation begin to tick. I only had months left with him truly, and therefore began to write the beginnings of the Acadia album. Of course at the time it was named The Bitter Cold, and our musical project The Northern Arcade, yet the musical principle of what we were doing then, and what I still do today were all the same. I put me and him out in front musically of the album, making it instrumental in order to accent his virtuosic bass skills, as well as my own personal abilities on guitar.

Recording sessions went well all through the summer of 2011, ending in August of that year. We parted ways, and I was left with a mass of material, none of which was finished to continue working on until he would be able to continue another session at his small home studio at another time. Except this never happened. Due to complex legal issues between me and an affiliation with which he is a large part of, we never were able to continue our friendship, much less an entire musical project like Acadia. Crushed and depraved of the only musical inspiration I personally had at the time, I left the project. I let it collect dust in the corner of both closets and computers for nearly a year, no longer caring what became of my only sonic legacy. It was with the introduction of another great musician that I truly began to musically explore again. Christopher Scott was a man I knew much and yet at the same time nothing about. I knew he was from Durham, North Carolina, and was well known in the local music community, but my knowledgeability at the time extended no further. It was not until I was invited to play under his instruction that I began to understand his genius. Christopher is not a virtuoso, nor is he a musical maverick, however he is an incredible leader both musically and spiritually, subconsciously making me play to the best of my abilities at the time of our first show together.

While our friendship began to blossom, I was beginning to write music for the first time in nearly two years. After failed attempts to revitalize my old album now dubbed Acadia, I realized I could not do this alone. Christopher had somehow ignited in me the ideas that I had buried and forgotten, giving me a fresh and new canvas in order to paint my only sonic masterpiece onto. The theme of the album became dark, yet revealing; The Libretto about a man finding himself through the dreariness of his meaningless life. Perhaps this was me. Me reawakening my soul after the crushing blow of losing not only my closest friend, but the death of several others, the front row view of my parents’ sicknesses, and the crawling away of almost everyone who had anything to do with me. However, this blog is meant to remain in the frame of musical ideas, not personal to an extent.

The demos were recorded late at night, by myself. Every guitar track, every bass and drum track, everything was all of my own doing. After nearly a year of careful writing, I came to Christopher, as my musical partner to help record the new project. Old ideas were scrapped, and the Acadia album has come alive again. Being that I want this piece of music to be as masterful as personally possible, it will take quite some time to record it in full. Once a week, me and Christopher sit down together and rework parts of each song, one song a session, in order to make it a beautiful, lush, and seamless as possible. Once all ten tracks are covered, we will then begin to record in the same way that we edited the album together.

Perhaps this is self-induced therapy, or perhaps this is the manic ravings of a mad musician, but at whatever rate you view this particular blog post at, you the reader will now know why it is imperative to me to finish what I started going on 3 years ago now, and that this mere hour long piece of music was intended to be the swan song of my old beloved life as a young man. Take care, and have a blessed Christmas season.

• Jonathan Morgan Price


Just when you think you’re out of ideas.

So I’ve been worried lately with whether I could get another band off the ground and running before life catches up with me and makes is almost impossible. However, by taking a trip to a small music store earlier this week, there is hope for this idea yet. I went to a great local music shop, Redphish Music, on Monday afternoon with prospects of seeing my old friends Travis and Dane, always slumped behind the counter, always talking of bigger and better plans. As predicted they were there, slumped as they will ever be, waiting for an inkling of business to trickle in. As we caught up from the week, me and Dane grabbed a couple guitars off the wall and began to fiddle with them. As any musician knows, this snowballed into a jam session to the point that I was late for my evening class at the local community college! Another friend and haunt of the business filmed us, and quickly has both videos on the internet. As me and Dane looked back at the material, we realized how much wasted potential there is in our playing together. It was with this spark that we discussed him retrieving his equipment from Indiana, and the two of us beginning another band. This could be the beginning of something great- two seasoned players from two different backgrounds collaborating solely for the art of music. This Saturday we will be reviewing old materials from records’ past that never made it to the final cut, discovering new sounds, and maybe even writing a few new ideas. Just when you think you’re out of ideas, everything gets dropped on its head, and you start from scratch.

Happy Recording!

I’m baaaaacckk!!

So I’ve been super busy lately trying to keep up with of my students and other clients this past week, but I have had enough time to mod my trusty Xavier! So Victoria (The Strat) went to the shop this past week with crazy neck problems, and I’ve been left with the XV-910. Since I haven’t seriously modded anything in a while, I thought I would give her a tune up, and try out an idea I had seen years ago.

The first time I saw Tom Petty on the Old Grey Whistle Test (I believe it was from 76′) I noticed something was seriously different about Mike Campbell’s Les Paul. It was a 1955 Goldtop with the original soapbar P90’s, but the covers were removed, giving it a more aggressive sound.


With this idea in mind, I removed the covers from the dog ear P90s, and re-screwed the pickups into the body. I have noticed that the clarity has improved a good deal, and looks ever better than before.


However at a gig this morning, the upper neck pickup screw apparently was not completely secured, and the pickup “popped”, literally out of place! At least this happened during a guitar break during the song, and I was able to repair it quickly! (Nothing a little washer can’t fix)

More pedal art to come soon! I’m waiting for the natural light to be perfect, and I have a new technique you guys will love! Here’s a sneak peek!



Happy Recording!

Playing In Weird Places

So I’ve played either with a band or solo in over 400 different gatherings, locations, and celebrations, and during many of these escapades, I have ended up in strange places. One of the most memorable of these was the time that me and our current band at the time (The Fate) were playing for our bassists sisters’ wedding. Being that the actual wedding was on the beach, and reception a few miles away, we scrambled to break down and set up everything once again in the reception hall- mind you, that we had to do all of this before the hundreds of hungry family members and friends decended among the place. By the time we had finally gotten all of our equipment in working order (no thanks to the 100 degree weather) The throngs of happy, hungry people were waiting at the door. Guitars, amplifiers, and band members still covered in sweat and sand began to perform the 2 hour set without missing a beat, and the wedding gig was a success.

Another strange place to perform was inside of a women’s department store during a clearance blowout sale. The manager being tipped off that I was a somewhat successful musician of the area, called me, needing some type of live performance during the sale. With only 3 days to prepare a two hour set list, I hastily covered old songs that have always been a staple to my solo gigs. Playing in a department store is odd enough, though it only became more awkward when I was asked to set up in front of the women’s pajamas and robes. So I play the first two hours without a hitch, making over $80 in tips an hour, the likes of which I’ve never seen playing small, quiet coffee shops. Once my set is complete, I walk by the manager to inform her that I was going to take a break, and afterward, pack up. She quickly stopped me and said “You don’t understand; the sale is from 5-9pm. You have to play for the entire sale!” I quickly explain to her that I only have 34 songs on the list, and that people do not want to hear the same stuff over and over again, to which she replied “I don;t care what you play as long as you make it creative and can keep it going for the next two hours.” With that, I sat back down, with no lyrics, no chords to play, nothing, yet began to play. I played 28 songs and 3 jam sessions without the need of lyrics or any type of musical aid. I ended up making almost $400 in tips alone and made the company $3,000 more than expected due to the attraction of attention.

A shorter, yet still interesting place was during a high school testimony session with my friend and bassist Caleb Barefoot on guitar. (Caleb is also an accomplished guitar player as well) For two and a half hours without break, we had to play fingerstyle acoustic melodies that were very dark in nature, in order to keep the mood serious throughout the meeting. This also happened to be the same stage we played a rockabilly christmas show for a high school PTF meeting during the holidays a few years before.

Finally, one of the most bizarre and chilling places I’ve played was my own uncle’s funeral. Playing only two short songs atop a small stage in the funeral home parlor, I sang down to the casket that held my uncle, who passed away at just 45 from cancer. Not only was this very difficult to follow through with, but I also had to play a graveside rendition of Amazing Grace as the funeral was closed out.

I have played in many quirky places; from art galleries, community colleges, churches, coffee houses, street corners, barns, even attics, but cannot write or even recall all of them now. Being a musician will take you to strange places. Sometimes good, other times not as much, but you will always remember that no matter where you are or how awkward the circumstances may be, you will be remembered for playing in these awkward places.