The Chords That Got Me to Sing My Own Words.
My name is Amanda Cevallos.
I’m a singer and songwriter from Austin, Texas.
I’ve been writing songs for 15 years now, and I’m still scared as hell to sing them to you. (I think they suck sometimes.)
It turns out, they don’t, and my ego alone could keep me from ever performing a single song, if I let it! I threw away the 1st song I ever wrote. Well, actually, I stored it in the top drawer of my dresser for a few weeks, before I threw it away, and then it got tossed. Why? Because I was’t about to put my self out there like that, plus I had no idea what a melody was. I had no idea how to structure a tune out. I just knew that for once, the poem wasn’t a poem anymore. I had a song in mind. Even though I threw away my 1st song, I never forgot the lyrics, so I ended up putting that song on my 1st record. (8 years later) It was a tune I wrote about Gabe called, “How Could You Let Me Say Goodbye.” It was a country song. I was 18. Gabe was my 1st love, and my 1st broken heart. That’s how I became a songwriter. Pain. I wrote songs when I was mad, sad or afraid. I still write songs for the same reasons sometimes, the only difference is, I don’t throw them away anymore.
I didn’t grow up playing an instrument, or learning how to sing. I had no idea I could sing until I was 16, and got my 1st car. It was an old ass hatch back CRV I bought for $1500, from our neighbor down the street. I bought the car with the insurance $ I got from a car wreck I was in with Gabe. The radio was broken, so I used to drive around with a HUGE boom box in the front seat, strapped in like a baby… blasting my favorite tape of Tejano songs! I’m pretty sure I sang my first real note of music, in Spanish. I don’t even speak Spanish! I understand it, but mom and dad spoke Spanish to each other, and then spoke to me in English. Or if they spoke to me in Spanish, I spoke back in English. I wasn’t forced to learn the language. I wish I would have been. I sure did like Spanish music though. I loved Selena. But I must admit, I was probably singing a Ramon Ayala tune in the car. Or at least I know that was the tape I had.
My dad told me he used to wanna be an actor in Hollywood, when he was younger. He could have been a lot of things…. One of the 1st songs I ever wrote and recorded was a song I wrote about him on the floor of my basement apartment, in Missoula , MT. I was on probation for stealing a friend’s car in Houston that summer. The only reason I wasn’t in jail was because I was a college student, and the state of Texas agreed to let me be on probation for 2 years in Montana. For the 1st time in my adult life, I was being monitored. I’m pretty sure the night I wrote Jose Guadalupe, was the 1st night I met my Montana probation officer. He had to come see where I lived. I was stuck at home a lot, and had to occupy my time, so I started writing songs again. I was also in some pain. I’d been staring at a guitar for years. Strumming here and there. Touching the strings. Admiring the wood… But I was finally learning a tune taught to be by my 1st guitar teacher, Richie Reinholdt, the tune was called Blue Bayou, by Roy Orbison, and I’m pretty sure that was the melody that inspired Jose Guadalupe. Or at least, the chords that got me to sing my own words.
I was sober for the 1st time that year. It was 2004/2005. I wrote a lot of songs. I recorded a lot of them too. Eleven of my originals ended up on my 1st album, Rainy Day. One of which my brother Micheal wrote from his prison cell, the title track. I sent him a letter that year, explaining to him the newly found life of sobriety. I told him to get out, get home, and get it together. I must have inspired him, because he sent me a finely crafted poem, that I couldn’t help but turn into a song. I didn’t stay sober. When I think back, I can’t believe I wrote my own record then. I had no clue what I was doing. I was playing by ear, and writing from, well…. God only knows where. I have 30 copies of my 1st album left. It’s the most embarrassing piece of art I’ve ever created. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but damn I’ve come a long way. A. LONG. WAY. I can’t even listen to it, without laughing. I really wanted to be a musician. You have to start somewhere. Im selling it at shows these days. I will not reorder it. Once the last copy is sold, that’s it…. bye bye 1st album.

The Cover of my 1st Album
Fast forward…. I stayed in Missoula for 5 more years. Finished school. (barely) Wrote an EP is 2008, after a terrible break up, (pain) and then moved back to Texas. I was a mess in Houston growing up, so I decided Austin was a better option if I was gonna’ come back to Texas…. plus I had a couch to sleep on. Anyways, once I left my hometown of Houston, I vowed to never go back. And I never have. Not to live. Funny thing is, when I do go back, I only go to play shows, and I usually have a great turn out. I lasted one year in Austin, before I ended up in rehab. I wanna live, so I don’t drink anymore. Thank God for Austin Recovery. Right this second, I have 1.75 years, 20.98 months, 638 days, and 15,324 hours, sober. Wow. (I have an iPhone app that say so)
This year I celebrated my one year anniversary of having a band, a one year anniversary of keeping the same job (a 1st), and one year of having a sober life. I recorded a live album. I went on tour. I wrote my 2nd full length record. Fell in love. Moved less than 2 times. ( a miracle) Bought a new car. (new to me) But, I failed a lot too. That is what makes me a songwriter. When I’m writing a new song, I have to mess it up sometimes, change the key, find a better way to say something, find a cooler rhyme, change the title, steal a melody or just move on to another idea. I’ve had to do that with my life too. To get through the day/year/month/hour/second, sometimes I have to be willing to change the way I think, how I see things, who I hang out with, how I talk to people, the way I treat my family, and what I think of my self, all so I can be happy. And I don’t do all those things right everyday. Just like, not every song I write is great. But I keep writing. It makes me happy.
In 2 Sundays, I go into the studio to record the songs I wrote this year. I plan to record a few I wrote in the past too. (One song from each original record) I have no idea how I will afford it all. But I never do. My friend Wolf compares songwriting to digging for gold. I’ve been diggin’ for gold for 15 years. I sure wish I had some. I could use it right about now.
I have another blog.
You can read more about my family there.
I blog about my mother and the funny things she says.
What a lady!
Read up, and get ready to laugh!
http://sprinklingwater.wordpress.com/
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