David Law

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 Fire in the Hole music video 

 Fall in Love music video

○ Take Me Down music video

 

 

Official site of Boston-based entertainer and music artist David Law. Check out the new album, Shoot the Moon, in stores now. Catch David Law performing live with The Beat Drops.

Watch the music video for Wanted You To Know, featured in Vistaprint's holiday commercialsView the lyrics.  

 

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Vistaprint Commercial Shoot

On set for the Vistaprint holiday commercial 

Back in February or March 2013, I got an email from Vistaprint asking me to audition for their holiday commercial spot, set to air beginning in November.  They were looking for a local musician and liked my sound... or something.  I didn't really expect to land the part, and when I got the phone call saying I had been chosen, I still didn't really believe it.

But, later that week I found myself at Verité studios working with Sheldon Mirowitz, an incredible music producer and composer, and it started to sink in.  

First order of business was writing and recording the holiday jingle.  Vistaprint was looking for something catchy and modern, with just a hint of Christmas flavor.  Sheldon had a sketch, and we worked from there, trying to find that sweet spot between a commercial jingle and a real pop song.  

I think at some point we realized we were going for the Love Actually vibe.  Well, I'm not sure we realized it until we were listening back at the end of the session.  I pointed out that our track sounded like the song that crazy old pop singer is recording at the beginning of the movie, and that's when we decided we nailed it!  Scotch for everybody!

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About a week later, on a sunny, warm April morning, I drove out to a sound stage decked out with candy canes, Christmas trees and a whole bunch of people wearing reindeer antlers.  The crew was definitely having an ugly sweater party in the middle of spring... but the eggnog was lacking.  I'm willing to bet that the greatest Christmas music was recorded on some sound stage in L.A. on a sweltering July afternoon ("Baby, It's Cold Outside..." my ass). 

I brought my Taylor and a suitcase of clothing options for wardrobe to choose.  They threw some powder on my face and I walked onto the set, where a guy was meticulously steaming and ruffling a giant red curtain.  Apparently, the crew had spent the entire day before hanging and setting the curtain -- making it look just right.   

The crew was also wearing these cotton sterilization bags over their feet, like you might see at some haz-mat site, because the floor had been painted black to look like a stage floor, and they didn't want to scuff it.  In fact, they gave my shoes a free cleaning so I could walk out onto the "stage" for the shot.

We filmed the commercial like it was a music video: they let the tracks run in the background and I played and sang along.  We did a few takes; they switched angles.  The hair and make-up artist ran over to touch me up.  It was a little surreal.  And then it was over.  

When the commercial finally aired, I started getting messages and phone calls from old friends; Facebook posts with a picture of me on TV.  Despite the fact that the commercial aired hundreds of times a day, I only saw it once on the air.  I don't watch much TV!  (Well I do, but only of the HBO / Netflix variety). 

Anyway, if you haven't seen the commercial, you can watch it the same way I did right here: Vistaprint Holiday Commercial.   

Collection of Drinking Toasts

Working at piano bars, I’ve picked up my share of toasts… and as a firm believer that a drink without a toast is like sex without foreplay, (not that it’s always a bad thing), I thought I’d compile and share some of my favorites.  Some are dirty, some are funny, some are uplifting… but all of them are for drinking!

So gentlemen, start your livers! 

  • Here’s to the women who love us terribly,
    May they soon improve.
  • May we get what we want,
    May we get what we need,
    But may we never get what we deserve.
  • Here’s to a long life and a happy one.
    A quick death and an easy one.
    A pretty girl and an honest one.
    A cold beer and another one!
  • May the winds of fortune sail you,
    May you sail a gentle sea.
    May it always be the other guy
    Who says, “this drink’s on me.”
  • Here’s to women and horses… and the men who ride them!!
  • Here’s to virgins and lesbians… thanks for nothing!
  • Here’s to the women who have used and abused us… may they never stop!
  • May you…
    Work like you don’t need the money,
    Love like you’ve never been hurt,
    Dance like no-one is watching,
    Screw like it’s being filmed,
    And drink like a true Irishman.
  • Here’s to birthdays.  Birthdays only come once a year.  Aren’t we glad we’re not birthdays!
  • Everyone should believe in something.  I believe I’ll have another drink!
  • Here’s to those who wish us well; all the rest can go to hell.
  • Here’s to panties, not the best thing in the world, but damn close to it.
  • May all your ups and downs be under the covers.
  • Here’s to the girls that say they will,
    Here’s to the girls that say they won’t,
    Here’s to the girls that say they will and then say they won’t,
    But here’s to the girls best of all,
    And guys you know I’m right,
    Here’s to the girls that say they don’t,
    But tonight, they juuuuust might.
  • Two bits of advice to the new bride:
    One, tell your new husband that you have to have one night a week out with the girls, and,
    Two, don’t waste that night with the girls.
  • A fool and his money are soon partying!
  • Here’s to hell – may our stay there be as much fun as our way there!
  • Time is never wasted, when you’re wasted all the time!
  • Two bits of advice to the new bride:
    One, tell your new husband that you have to have one night a week out with the girls, and,
    Two, don’t waste that night with the girls.
  • May we all have the chance to prove that money can’t make us happy!
  • Here’s to people who don’t drink.
    We should all feel bad for them because when they wake up in the morning,
    That’s the best they’ll feel all day!
  • Better to be a well known drunkard than an anonymous alcoholic.
  • Here’s to men — we may not go down in history, but we’ll definitely go down on your sister!
  • Here’s to hemorrhoids and tattoos — eventually, every asshole gets one!
  • A toast to bread! because without bread there’d be no toast!
  • You can pick your friends; you can pick your nose,
    But you can’t wipe your friends on the back of the couch.
  • Sex is only dirty if it’s done right!
  • Here’s to men.
    We don’t kiss and tell, we kiss and exaggerate!
  • Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.
  • A soldier’s home is on the land,
    A sailor’s home at sea,
    But a whiskey glass and a stripper’s ass
    Is home sweet home to me!
  • Here’s to rattlesnakes and condoms,
    Two things you don’t want to fuck with!
  • Here’s to dancing — a vertical expression of horizontal intention.
  • Here’s to that which goes in hard and stiff, and comes out soft and wet: Bubblegum!
  • Take everything in moderation, including moderation.
  • Sugar in the bowl, coffee in the cup.  Poke her in the butt, you won’t knock her up!
  • May we all have the chance to prove that money can’t make us happy.
  • Champagne to our real friends, real pain to our sham friends.
  • Here’s to wars and revolution,
    Here’s to whores and prostitution,
    Here’s to truckers who keep on truckin’,
    And Here’s to bitches who keep on fuckin’
  • Here’s to being single,
    Seeing double,
    Sleeping triple, and
    Having multiple.
  • Everyone take her easy — but if she’s easy, take her twice.
  • Here’s to the girl in the little red shoes,
    She loves to party, she drinks your booze,
    She lost her cherry, but that’s no sin,
    She’s still got the box it came in!
  • A night with me is like a table — four bare legs and no drawers!

And here’s one just for the ladies:

  • Now he lays me down to screw,
    I hope this clown knows what to do,
    If he should cum before I end,
    I swear to God I’ll bang his friend.

 

Payin' Dues

Bed on Wheels

To call yourself a real musician, you have to sleep in your car.
It’s all part of paying your dues as a starving artist.

I called this thing “home” a few summers back, when I was playing a circuit of gigs in BostonNew HavenCape Cod and Nantucket.  It was actually much more comfortable than you might imagine… although that might have been a function of the amount of alcohol I had to consume before I could fall asleep in a parking lot.

Sometimes I’d find a parking lot on the beach and wake up with the sun rise; waves crashing.  Other times, a cop would bang on my window and ask me for my license.  Less soothing (but still more pleasing than the sound of my alarm clock).

But the best part about sleeping in your car:  you can get McDonald’s breakfast in bed if you do the drive-thru.  Ain’t that some shit.