October 22, 2013


Below is a shot from the 2013 Orchids In October ceremony that took place last week.  The event was held at the Myriad Botanical Gardens in downtown OKC, and this year's recipient of the orchid was my friend and employer, Avis Scaramucci!  

It was an honor to perform in front of such an esteemed group of Oklahomans, especially because it was the honoree herself who issued the invitation.  So, here's to you, Avis, for "learning while standing" and sharing your many talents, gifts, and vision with our great city!




October 03, 2013


Greetings, friends!

I know, I know.  This blog is long overdue, but between changing career paths in my day job (I was transferred from the lower school music department at Heritage Hall to the library,) performing 4+ times a week, moving to and renovating a new house, spending time with my family and maintaining some semblance of a social life, it’s been difficult to find time to sleep let alone blog.  That being said, it’s time I do my due diligence in the cyber world and play some “catch up.” 

September was a milestone month in a myriad of ways; it presented more performance opportunities than I ever thought possible, which consequently tested the limits of my mental and physical endurance.  I performed every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and 3 out of 4 Sundays, all the while managing to squeeze in 10 hours of guitar lessons each a week.  Yes, September was exhausting.  Yes, September was lucrative.  Most importantly, though, September brought with it a notion that’s revolutionized the way I perceive my musical endeavors: 

I’ve successfully made a career as a performer without being an entertainer.   

I know; twisted logic, right?  But it makes sense – I get to perform without being the focal point.  I get to be heard without having to be seen.  I can’t pinpoint when, but somewhere along the way my seemingly misguided musical journey to perform on a stage evolved into something far less grandiose, yet much more conducive to who I am as a person.  So many people in this industry crave the spotlight and the supposed glamour of the resulting notoriety, not to mention the celebrity nightlife and all that comes with it, but that’s about ego, not music.   It’s my humble opinion that the most meaningful musicians, songwriters, and performers are the ones who create and perform despite notoriety; these are true innovators who'd be just as happy performing in bars, grocery stores, and restaurants as they'd be in concert halls, arenas, and amphitheaters.  Now, I certainly don’t categorize myself in this respect, but my recent revelation has me looking at the notion of success with a sliding scale, especially in an industry where the concept of album sales, which at one time was really the only measuring stick, is now barely taken into consideration.

So there you have it.  My life – both personal and professional – has become progressively more complicated, fun, exhausting, and rewarding.  There’s never a dull moment or predictable outcome, which is how it ought to be, right?  Bottom line: I’ve managed to make a living doing what I love.  And what’s best, I went the way of Sinatra and “did it my way.”  

Jamie B.




June 26, 2013


I don't recall how I got here
No, I don't recollect how I came to live with such fear
All I know's I'm alone and I dare not speak your name
It's got me living in a catatonic state of shame

I can't eat.  I can't sleep.
The Devil's inside every word you speak
No voice.  No choice.
Now yesterday means nothing and the future looks bleak
So I dare not speak your name
It's got me living in a catatonic state of shame

Heart can't beat.  Pulse can't race
Mouth can't speak to communicate
Brain can't think.  Ears can't hear
Eyes can't blink, not for even a tear

You won't recall how you got here
No, you won't recollect how you came to live with such fear
All I know is you're alone and you dare not speak my name
It's got you living in a catatonic state of shame

You can't eat.  You can't sleep.
You're hanging by a thread just to make ends meet
You're not lost, you're just weak
A child in a rage 'cause he's seen his defeat
So you dare not speak my name
It's got you living in a catatonic state of shame




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