Randy Vera

Randy Vera

 
Brighton, Massachusetts, USA
BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Full-time Singer/Songwriter, Randy Vera has a Masters in Philosophy from Boston College. Credits include: PBS, ESPN, History Channel, and he is a finalist for the 2012 John Lennon Songwriting Award. "Beck, Prince, Tom Waits, there are bits of each in Randy Vera's songs." - Boston TAB

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Biography

Randy Vera is currently recording with 12-time RIAA Gold and Platinum Producer Anthony J. Resta (Twilight Films Soundtrack, Elton John, Collective Soul). His style is influenced by a Masters in Philosophy from Boston College, and his music training from the Longy School at Harvard Square.

Writing in the Folk, RnB, Rock, and Jazz genres, Randy has released 4 full-length albums, and his songs receive regular radio play on WMFO FM and WZBC FM in Boston. His music has also been featured on ESPN and PBS (WGBH) TV productions, and more. The Vera/Resta song "Here Made of Gone" is a finalist in the 2012 John Lennon Songwriting Contest. The song is one of three candidates for the prestigious John Lennon Award in the "Jazz" category.

Randy Vera's song "Bug Dialogue" is being featured in a film about surfing. In 2001, he was recognized by his college friend Paul Stanton in his film "On the Line" (Miramax), where he was the inspiration for one of the main characters portrayed by none other than N' Sync's Joey Fatone.

"Big Med Playlist for The Big One," April 8 2012 | Randy Vera CFA (Aka "Freelance")
"Holy crap. Its the second coming of Eno & Byrne with Tom Verlaine riding shotgun. Boston-based Randy Veras hallucinogenic CFA is the latest add to the Big Med Playlist for The Big One and this tune will most assuredly carry you through any parts of your next shift that threaten occasional bouts of weirdness. Extremely well-produced and creatively chaotic, CFA is a wild romp. Turn it up & enjoy the ride."
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About Me:
I have three Daughters. They are my life. I have over 150 songs now, and more poems than I care to count. I try to get better at music every day. I gig two nights a week around Boston these days. I'm grateful I get to do what I love. Thanks - Randy
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NOTABLE VENUES RANDY HAS PLAYED:
The Icarus Club, London, UK
National Underground, NYC
Rockwood, NYC
The Hatch Shell, Boston (Walk for Hunger, 30,000 people)
House of Blues, Boston
LIVE on WMFO FM Boston; LIVE on WZBC FM Boston
Johnny D's Uptown, Boston
Harpers Ferry, Brighton Music Hall, Boston
The Lion's Den, (Sullivan Hall) NYC
The National Anthem on Guitar at Conte Forum, Boston College (For the Commonwealth Classic: BC vs UMass Basketball game)

Influences: Morphine, Mark Sandman; Tom Waits; Levi Stubbs; Levon Helm; Jimmy Moran, Zevon; Chuck D; James Taylor, Townes Van Zandt; The Who; Zappa;Leonard Bernstein; Boomtown Rats; Igor Stravinsky; Todd Rungrand, The Tubes, Rolling Stones; Prince, ...lots more, depends on the day.

RANDY VERA on writing for film, FROM MIT Radio, Cambridge MA:
"Feelings come from all elements simultaneously, lighting, cinematography, costumes, acting, and music. Film scoring is essentially finding the right balance. I write in a way that goes to the fabric of the character as she/he conditions the plot. When you watch the movie you should NOT be fully aware of the music. Music/sound is the character 'effecting:' say, the Shark's simple two note low slip in JAWS..."

Lyrics

"I WIN"

Written By: Randy Vera

Dawn breaks on my fire escape, drinking coffee with pain, and dead dreams.
So, are you getting the attention, you needed so bad, you lied about me.
You took all my pride. Took the youth off of my face, took my deepest love
Then he took my place, well
My head there’s a song, you sing along,
you go na na na na na na I win

Sun shines through a kitchen window, lights you from behind,
Words drip through cranberry lips
You vowed I was the man, just not the man you’re with
I never gave up you said you were done but kept playin till your game was won

My head there’s a song, you sing all night long,
You go, na na na na na na I win

Turn your eyes to look at me here, I’m just skin and bones, wrapped in doubt and fear
Your love love love love it wont let me go, it wont let me go,

My head there’s a song, you sing all night long,
You go, na na na na na na I win

Love! My angel! My heart! My valentine! I will be just fine.
I will keep my love, leave your cheating behind.

My head there’s a song, I’m singing: na na na na na na I win.

You trade our leaping ocean for that strip of gravel land, where weeds of mediocrity poke through like begging hands, you’ll just do it again, you’ll do it again, you will.

Na na na na, I win.

"Bug"

Written By: Randy Vera

I saw a bug Battle, in the cracks of the street Blood and Struggle
Their plastic screams and cellophane curses were almost like yours and mine.
Until a brave one crawled to my ear, and he told me of his trial in the street crack theater,
I grinned as if I cared, he smiled like he had the time
He said "in whose camp does your banner fly, and can I have you on my side"
He loaded a Pistol while I replied:
I said: I'm anti-pro no shout catechist, so keep your pamphlets political activist,
You take your cause for lack of a purpose in life, pursuit of happiness, "eudemonia" good spiritedness you're living proof that ignorance aint bliss;
Pray "Libira nos a malo!" and Free Tibet! But you never prayed for the souls with affixed Bayonets; so I wave like the man being shot from the cannon; born on this chunk of warm rock hurling through nothing; who only on the front of spirit can fight;
Storm the Bastille of desperate life; and dance in the street every night till the day I die.
The Bug Replied:
Know All, Know all, in the dialog to win, two grants are a Franklyn one Lincoln's just a fin? Posit value for this bug since you're so well balanced, gaining perspective from the outermost valence; you never killed what you eat and confuse “labor with action,” (1) but you think you're to evolved to fight for my faction; We're currency baby as we lie and breed, BASTILLE for you ATTICA for me!
better get in the frae my anti anti teacher before it sucks you along with every other fighting creature; I'm going back to me cell where I breathe a little freer; but let me give a final though like I'm Jerry Springer: If happiness is purpose than you can call my purpose love, to survive I fight the Battle and to me you're the bug.
Thunderstruck, I sat on the curb, realizing I could be a social surd; then I saw my small confessor get killed in a raid; I would have stomped out his assassin if I wasn't so afraid; instead I rose to my feet, and walked straight home, locked myself in, and wrote out this song, I think of the bug while I'm dancing in the street, every time my neighbor through a sneaker at me; I feel his wrestles spirit longing to fight, while I'm drinking and singing in the middle of the night, than it hits me: The bug was right
(1) See Hannah Arendt: “Labor, Work, Action” in THE HUMAN CONDITION;
ANCHOR BOOKS, 1959

Here Made of Gone (The Heist Song)

Written By: Randy Vera for more song info see: http://randalltob.wordpress.com/

LYRICS :

Vermeer, Rembrandt, Manet, Degas, from my three thousand year old Chinese KU, I toast you.
Mrs. Jack, I am your Bronze Eagle. I cut the painting at the frame – thieves by any other name.
Mrs. Jack with handcuffs and balls, I overcame your walls. Your collection’s complete.
Titan’s Europa still hangs. The mirror to my:
Piece de La resistance. I’m your creme de la creme. I’m the John with the Procures on the wall in Vermeer’s concert.
Here, made of gone.
Mrs Jack, I’m your new William James. Through your kindness you support me in Dutch Room empty frames.
Like John Singer Sargent, I toil between your walls, I am Vermeer’s corn flower blue, indescribable.
The metaphysical, Known unknown.
St Patrick’s Day 1990, I’m in Boston in the Fenway. For my penance, I’ll go to St John’s, drop to my knees and scrub the tiles clean.
Titan’s Europa still hangs, the mirror to my: piece de La resistance I’m your creme de la creme. I’m the John with the Procures on the wall in Vermeer’s concert. Here made of gone.
Where language fails that where art triumphs. The interloper between camps of reason and dreams. I’m an event not cognition. Like any event stored in canvas, paper, pen ,or ink.
Oh Mrs Jack I so love your Head Band, I’m also a Redsox Fan. I loved the Champagne and donuts, and thank you for the paintings.

Right Front Pocket (Crazy Leading the Crazy)

Written By: Randy Vera

Waves lap the beach. Wind in the branches, fire is crackling, on a steel mooned night. A distant party is playing Bob Marley "Redemption." I don't rate the right. I was born bad, then I got worse till I met you. (Angel) I have seen the light.
Here's to you and me. Crazy leading the Crazy.
Now put all your troubles in my right front pocket baby, you know I do, You know I'll do, (Do right by you)
I was born bad, and then I got worse till I met you. Give me all your heart ache too. Here's to you and me.Crazy leading the Crazy.

Back Bay Inst 2 (Satire in Character: Feel Good TV Show Song by Randy Vera)

Written By: Randy Vera Music

If you pay attention you will hear sit-com archetypes: the Bass is "The Smart Guy," (think Chandler "Friends" ; The Professor on Gilligan's Island, Fraser Crane on "Cheers," Sgt. Detrick on "Barney Mille...r") the B3 is the "Silly Guy" (Think Gilligan "Gilligan's Island," Joey on "Frinends" or Monrow from "Too Close for Comfort" or Lowell (Wings) Lenny & Sqiggy, etc.. the list goes on) The Piano = Misguided, yet loving, power. Think "The Skipper" or "WKRP's" Mr. Carlson, or "Brady Bunch" Mr. Brady; heck the cliche "Stupid Captain" in every cop show. In this song, the smart character, represented here by the "Wise Ass" Bass, makes sarcastic remarks to the "Misguided, yet loving, Power," represented by the piano. Early in the piece (in the first mesure.) at 9 seconds, a bass comeback to the Piano riff; at 14 seconds the bass says a muffled: "but, but, but," as if convincing the piano's riff to change it's mind, at 20 seconds into the song, the bass gives the piano the finger with a -full octave - pull off "pluck" (played by Joe Merrick) at 29 seconds the piano's riff is played alone, stubborn old piano! Yes, the piano, for now, has the last word in its conflict with the bass. At 31 seconds, the cast joins in, each with their own look at the rigid piano, the F#minor gets a visa to pass through the E-major and D-major in this, say "chourus," unifying the characters with, say," Plot." The Piano lowers its riff's last note at 1:16 into the song, more frustrated with the cast of instuments playing in its face. The "Hot Looking Female lead" that Conditions the action, is in the kick and snare (Played here by Producer Joe Merrick at the G.Dog Studio in Massachusetts, Joe plays all keys too, however, his bass work here shows why he is in demand. JoeMerrick.com, he is outstanding) you will hear Justin Beech's clean electic panned left midway through the piece, as the "Cool one," looking down at it all. think: The White Shadow's "CJ," "Fonzie," "Freddie Washington" from Welcome Back, or pick one off today's Crime Drama's - the cool guy on CSI (Insert cliche show here) - could be the Ironic "Disco Stu" on the Simpson's.Space for cuts of film, and credits too...

BUG MIX MASTERED

Written By: RANDY VERA

I saw a bug Battle, in the cracks of the street Blood and Struggle
Their plastic screams and cellophane curses were almost like yours and mine.
Until a brave one crawled to my ear, and he told me of his trial in the street crack theater,
I grinned as if I cared, he smiled like he had the time
He said "in whose camp does your banner fly, and can I have you on my side"
He loaded a Pistol while I replied:
I said: I'm anti-pro no shout catechist, so keep your pamphlets political activist,
You take your cause for lack of a purpose in life, pursuit of happiness, "eudemonia" good spiritedness you're living proof that ignorance aint bliss;
Pray "Libira nos a malo!" and Free Tibet! But you never prayed for the souls with affixed Bayonets; so I wave like the man being shot from the cannon; born on this chunk of warm rock hurling through nothing; who only on the front of spirit can fight;
Storm the Bastille of desperate life; and dance in the street every night till the day I die.
The Bug Replied:
Know All, Know all, in the dialog to win, two grants are a Franklyn one Lincoln's just a fin? Posit value for this bug since you're so well balanced, gaining perspective from the outermost valence; you never killed what you eat and confuse “labor with action,” (1) but you think you're to evolved to fight for my faction; We're currency baby as we lie and breed, BASTILLE for you ATTICA for me!
better get in the frae my anti anti teacher before it sucks you along with every other fighting creature; I'm going back to me cell where I breathe a little freer; but let me give a final though like I'm Jerry Springer: If happiness is purpose than you can call my purpose love, to survive I fight the Battle and to me you're the bug.
Thunderstruck, I sat on the curb, realizing I could be a social surd; then I saw my small confessor get killed in a raid; I would have stomped out his assassin if I wasn't so afraid; instead I rose to my feet, and walked straight home, locked myself in, and wrote out this song, I think of the bug while I'm dancing in the street, every time my neighbor through a sneaker at me; I feel his wrestles spirit longing to fight, while I'm drinking and singing in the middle of the night, than it hits me: The bug was right
(1) See Hannah Arendt: “Labor, Work, Action” in THE HUMAN CONDITION;
ANCHOR BOOKS, 1959