“The Phone Call” Live From Rax Trax Studio

We had the opportunity to record live with a camera crew at one of my favorite Chicago-based recording studios, Rax Trax! This experience was a BLAST and I’m REALLY happy with how everything turned out!

David Paige – Guitar/Vocals

Dave Brandwein – Drums/Back-up Vocals

Nate Hanak – Guitar/Back-up Vocals

Joe Marcus – Bass/Back-up Vocals

**Special Guest: Brittany Moffitt – Vocals/Tamborine



“The Phone Call” is a song that I co-wrote with my good friend, Brittany Moffitt. She is an absolute POWERHOUSE – both as a writer and as a vocalist! Guitarist Nate Hanak improvised the slide guitar solo in this song…His melodic ideas are gorgeous, and the energy was infectious! You can see how the ideas Nate executed influenced the rest of the band in the session. When we tracked the song for the record, Nate and I decided that this solo was too good to pass by, so this solo inspired the final take we kept on “INSIDE OUT”

The lyrics were inspired by a break-up that Brittany had recently gone through and a chord progression I had been kicking around for a few weeks. We hammered the whole song out in about two hours with Brittany penning the first verse, me taking a stab at the second verse, and a back and forth in the bridge. Brittany came up with most of the melodies and I wrote most of the chords. Check out the live video below!


Let me know what you think in the comments below or by tweeting about it!

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What To Expect While We’re Expecting!

That’s right! Becky and I are expecting our first child and we are SUPER excited about it!!

There are a lot of questions that come up right away when we tell people (see FAQs below), but one of the questions I get the most deserves it’s own blog post:

“Are you going to still be doing music?”

Yes. Absolutely. In fact, this is actually inspiring me even more! I want my teach my son to create a life he loves by showing him how to do it!

Now, it will be a little bit before my family and I are ready for me to tackle touring again, but I will still be performing in the midwest regularly, and will still make a concerted effort to make it out to the fans who most want to see us perform! AND we will be utilizing even more live streaming tools to make sure we can still get you guys a fix, even if we can’t make it to your city for a little bit!

– I am still writing and recording new music!
– I’m working on creating a songwriting podcast…Keep your eyes peeled and your ears perked for that one!
– I have plenty of shows on the calendar and am continuing to book more shows (though, I will slow down during December and January to take care of my wife and son!)
– I am still very active on social media and on my blog
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– I’m still teaching private lessons

AND!!! I picked myself up a shiny new 9 to 5 to adjust to our growing family’s growing needs.

All of these factors combined mean that I’m shorter on time than ever, but now that I have less idle time, I am more focused and intentional with my time. More scheduled and structured, and even more productive. I’m still adjusting and getting better, and I’m sure things will change again when our son is born, but I will cross that bridge when we get there.

If you notice that I’ve been slacking, just Tweet at me, message me on Facebook, email me! Nudge me in some way and I’ll get back to work!

In the meantime, if you’ve got any other questions or parental advice or if you just want to say hi to Becky, Ben, and me, please feel free to leave a comment below! I usually respond pretty quickly. Some of your questions may even make it into the

You can watch our son, Ben, grow in these photos here!


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FAQs

Q. When is she due?
A. January 8th – right between my birthday (January 2nd) and Becky’s (January 15th)

Q. Do You Know what are you having?
A. Yes, we are having a boy! Becky and I didn’t really have a preference, but we were glad we are having a son because we didn’t have any girl’s names picked out.

Q. Do you have a name picked out?
A. Yes! Bennett (Ben) Michael Paige – Bennett was my dad’s middle name and is Becky’s mom’s maiden name. Ben was also my maternal grandfather’s name. Michael is one of my middle names, and is Becky’s Dad’s name! The combination is really perfect for our family!

Q. How has mommy been doing?
A. Becky is such a strong and determined woman. She felt ill throughout almost the entire first trimester, and she pushed through everyday! Now, she’s feeling great! As we enter into the third trimester, she’s starting to notice some more discomfort, and Ben keeps on growing.

Q. Are you nervous?
A. Becky and I are both just excited! Sure, there are some things that I know I have no experience with or knowledge about, but I also know that I’m going to be a loving and attentive father! The rest we can learn as we go.

P.S. if you want to help out, you can support us by helping to spread the word about my music. Click here to share a quick tweet! Please make sure to include the hashtag #davidpaige.

Why I Want You To Steal My Music

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I bet you’re wondering how I could possibly be serious. Well…I am.

I looked back at all of the music that I really love. How did I originally come across those bands? I realized that it wasn’t an enticing picture on Facebook, or a bus stop advertisement, or a billboard. It was late nights with my friends swapping burned mix CDs of music we had gotten from some other friend. And then I’d go home and fall in love with some bands or constantly skip certain tracks. Music was both a shared experience and a very private one. This was back before I knew about how the record industry worked.

As a teenager, I got more into writing songs and learned about the rights of songwriters, the royalties they made off of sales, and how much burning CDs hurt my favorite artists. I started buying CDs I liked. Nowadays EVERYONE knows that “stealing” music is bad for the artists. However, I happen to think that there is more to that story.

When there was no price tag associated with the CDs, I was free to put my own value on the records. I was FAR more inclined to listen to the records in the first place and then decide whether or not I wanted to continue listening to that artist, whether or not I wanted to purchase that album or any other albums from them, and whether or not I wanted to see them live. I found almost every band I love today from some sort of free source. Radio is another free source of listening to an artist. Just keep that in mind.

Anyway, this is what I want you to do. If you haven’t heard of me, you can download a free copy of my record, UNPLUGGED, by clicking here. Check it out, and let me know what you think!
If you already love my music, I’d love you to burn a copy of it for a friend. Tell them what you love about the songs and then give them a cd that looks like this!man in the black jacket with cd

Your friends will place their own value on the music. Maybe they will love it and eventually join the family here. Maybe they will hate it, then you’ll know they don’t want to join us. Either way, I’m interested to see what happens!

Please write in the comments whether or not this method worked with your friends. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this!

Absoflutely Amazing!

Wow…what a bizarre experience I had last night!

To give you the full experience, I’ll go back to the beginning…

All the way back in 2015, Becky (my wife) asked me to take a pair of her high heels somewhere to get them repaired. Since she has a 9-to-5, I have a bit more flexibility to run some errands during the day. Well, occasionally some things slip through the cracks, and sure enough those heels sat near our front door for over a month. She had reminded me a few times, and I just really kept dropping the ball on this.

Well, finally she actually needs them and the pressure is on for me to not fuck this up. I fired up the computer and asked the Google machine about shoe repair nearby. A map pops up and I see that theres one called Al’s Shoe Services that’s just a few miles from our apartment. I gave the place a call and a man named Larry answers the phone. I told him my story and basically begged him to help me out with a rush job since I kept forgetting to get this handled. He is as nice as can be and even makes a few jokes about the whole thing – says he can get it done for me same day! I was so grateful and excited because this place was a few minutes away and I could squeeze it in to drop them off before a string of appointments I had throughout the day.

I drive on over, and this place is tucked onto this cute old fashioned strip mall along the train tracks near Elmhurst Rd. and Rt. 14 in Mount Prospect. I walk in with Becky’s shoes in my C.M.J. canvas bag to a warm greeting from seemingly the only employee there. The building had a ton of decoration all over the walls – sports memorabilia, musical instruments including a trombone and a dulcimer, a small rocking horse for children, and so much more. This place felt cozy. I noticed a small “Beware of Dog” sign as a tiny friendly terrier came out from a nap behind the counter.

After scoping everything out, I returned my eyes to the gentleman behind the counter and started to tell him what I needed. He politely interrupted to ask if we have met before. I was a little surprised by the question and told him that we hadn’t.

“Well I’d like to go through a little tradition that happens when two people meet for the first time,” he said, extending his hand. “My name is Larry.”

I felt like an asshole. “Hi, Larry. I’m David.” I reached out and shook his hand over the counter.

TingshaJust then, he turned away from me to grab something hanging from a hook on a wall behind him. They were two small decorative cymbals with writing that I could not read and pictures I didn’t understand that were attached by a worn leather strap. He told me they were Tibetan Tingsha Cymbals. He held the leather between his thumbs and forefingers and rang the two cymbals together. He explained that this was a custom for meeting new people, and he gestured for me to do the same. I did.

This wasn’t quite what I was expecting when I wanted to get my wife’s shoes fixed up.

After handing them back to him, I glanced at my watch to see if I was running late yet. Not quite, but I needed to make this relatively quick. Larry carefully hung the leather strap across two hooks to make sure the cymbals could resonate for their full life.

When he turned back around, he gave me the history of the shop, and told me that they were in their 76th year of being in business. Then he asked me about the shoes. I handed them to him and he quickly diagnosed the issues with them and said he could get them done right now while I wait, or I could come back later and pick them up. I opted for the latter.

Before I could transition to saying goodbye for now, he looked me over, saw my rings and my necklace and started asking me about the origins of them. I told him that my necklace was actually an urn containing my father’s ashes and that the ring on my right hand was a Claddagh ring from Ireland. The wedding band didn’t need much explanation. After that he asked me if I was an artist. I suppose the standard-issue musician uniform of black t-shirt, leather jacket, black leather boots, jewelry, and black wayfarers may have given me away. I told him I was, indeed, a musician. He continued to ask some questions and I guess sensed the sense of urgency in my voice before letting my go, but instructing me to bring my guitar back when I come to pick the shoes up.

Several Hours Later …..

I was worried about how long this was going to take before I even got to Al’s Shoe Repair. I didn’t have a specific time restraint this time, but I did want to bring the shoes to my wife as soon as I could.

There was a parking spot directly in front of the shop and I sat in my van for minute deciding whether or not to bring my guitar into the shop. I had been teaching guitar lessons, so I already had it with me…might as well bring it in. What’s the worst thing that could happen.

I walked in, and this time Larry had a customer sitting at the counter chatting with him. I figured I’d hang back and let them finish up, as to not interrupt. Larry made a large gesture with his arms welcoming me back and exclaiming that “David Paige is in the building!”

“This is the guy I was telling you about” he said the the woman at the counter.

Larry had set up a microphone and plugged it into a small amplifier. He put on his best radio announcer voice and began to announce that we were going to perform together. Evidently, Larry is a jazz flutist. I told him I played mostly original rock music, and he was just excited to start. He got his flute out and pointed the microphone at me.

This is what happened next…

I learned a really important lesson. I feel like I regularly rush through life – task to task, appointment to appointment. I rarely slow down enough to enjoy the spontaneous things in life. This was so much fun!

“Absoflutely” was Larry’s response when I told him that I had a great time jamming. Gotta give credit where credit is due!

Also, the shoes looked perfect, the cost was low, and he even gave my boots a free shine!

Let me know what you think of this partial tune in the comments below. It’s going to be on the new EP I’m currently recording!