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45 Record

Posted: Mar 12, 2015

Big shout out to all the people who helped make this possible. Today’s the day — so excited for the big reveal!!

March 12, 2015. Happy 45th Birthday to my beautiful wife, Jennifer Anne.

Over 50 people who know and love you collaborated to make this possible, sending in videos from multiple states across the U.S.

We logged almost 100 hours and pushed iMovie to its limits, but the end result was worth it!


Here comes another message from the birthday man
Packaged up into tight little installment plans
Coming every 12 months, it’s time to treat yourself
So happy birthday girl, it must be March 12th

I guess that’s about 45 years ago
That ya came down from Heaven — came down to the Earth
And we all forever grateful for the day of your birth

Baby, our world is spinning faster and faster
Like a 45 record, Like a 45 record, Like a 45 record
So maybe, just you and me could spin together
Like a 45 record, Like a 45 record, Like a 45 record

From the bump and grind
From two people entwined
Came a couple of kids, now we feeling’ resigned
That our whole identity has been redefined
We tryin’ to live out loud, but we feelin’ confined

And we tryin’ to be kind
When you’re losing your mind
Ain’t nobody gettin’ sleep when the baby’s cryin’
And we startin’ and stoppin’ like a million times
But today I’m movin’ you to the front of the line

This is the beautiful life that we signed up for
(And I’ma) give you everything that you dreamed and more
We ain’t tryin to survive — girl we tryin to thrive
Tryin to wake up every day, baby feelin alive

And every weekend, we gon’ visit the ocean
Don’t wanna let em burn baby, gotta hit em with lotion
And we just gotta chill and learn to live with the notion
All them boys gonna keep ya in perpetual motion

45 years, girl you be lookin GREAT
You been hittin’ the gym, pulling 45 plates
That’s why everybody here is truly amazed
Cause you can balance it all with style and grace

So when you chasin’ them kids all over the place
Got grease in their hair and egg on their face
Remember these are little moments we can never replace
Then the moment is gone, and the next one awaits

Lyrics: Nick Daugherty
Vocals: 1man (getitboy), feat. Nick Daugherty
Engineering: Matt Lavella
Costumes/Choreography: Bret Anthony

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Nashville Flooding – One Recording Engineer’s Account

Posted: May 10, 2010

Just got this email from my friend Fett in Nashville.  He and his wife Nancy own Azalea Music, and they’re truly great people.  I wanted to re-post this email for those who might be interested in a first-hand account of how they’re coping with the recent flood in Nashville.

Dear Friends of Azalea Studios:

Thanks so much for all of your caring and concern during this very difficult time for Nashville.  Many of you have asked about the status of Azalea Studios, so I thought I’d e-mail everyone with a brief status update to keep you in the loop.

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Thanks for making me crazy

Posted: Feb 28, 2010

As we’re just coming to the end of another winter – I want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past season. I am totally screwed up now, and according to a few blogs I’ve just read, there’s little chance of recovery.  Allow me to explain…

I no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, or have the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.

I can’t use the remote in a hotel room because I don’t know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.

I can’t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one’s nose.

Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.

I can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.

I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time.

I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that bill gates and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s novena has granted my every wish.

I can’t have a drink in a bar because I’ll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.

I can’t eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.

I can’t use cancer-causing deodorant seven though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern, I no longer drink Coca-Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer buy gas without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer doesn’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Fanta since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put “Under God” on their cans.

I no longer use cling wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face… Disfiguring me for life.

I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a needle infected with aids when I sit down

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from ups or FedEx since they are actually al Qaeda agents in disguise.

And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan

I no longer buy cookies from Neiman-Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

And thanks to your great advice I can’t ever pick up $5.00 bill dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.

I no longer drive my car because buying gas from some companies supports al Qaeda, and buying gas from all the others supports South American dictators.

I can’t do any gardening because I’m afraid I’ll get bitten by the violin spider and my hand will fall off.

If you don’t send this blog to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s best friend.

PS: I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. Out of the toilet.

So, thanks everyone for looking out for me.  And now, back to my email….

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Welcome to the world of high flying

Posted: Dec 15, 2009

My friend Alex sent this to me, and I had to share it.  One of the most spectacular flights videos I’ve ever seen.

Really brought out my “wish I was an astronaut” feelings.

Maximize screen, Sound On.  Enjoy!!

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New Song: Rocket Science Shouldn’t Be Hard

Posted: Oct 26, 2009

This is a song I recorded for the company I work for – Analytical Graphics, Inc.  (AGI)

It started as a jingle and turned out to be a full song.  AGI was so thrilled to have a song about their software that they paid for me to go into the studio and record it.  We all thought it turned out really well.  Have a listen and download it for free.


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Two great stories… both true and worth reading

Posted: Jul 22, 2009

Story #1

Edward "Easy Eddie" O'HareMany years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic; he was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed “Easy Eddie.” He was Capone’s lawyer for a good reason Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son; he couldn’t pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al “Scarface” Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read:

“The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.”

Story #2

Butch O'HareWorld War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.


Butch O’Hare was “Easy Eddie’s” son.

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Now the REAL work begins?

Posted: Jun 12, 2009


Last week, after my show in Sherman Oaks, CA, a fellow musician I know and respect came up to say hi and casually dropped a bomb on me.  He said something that made me go… “Huh?”… And now I can’t seem to get his sentence out of my head.

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Protected: A Dear John Letter

Posted: May 31, 2009

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ND Listed as “Top 100” Artist for 2009 by Music Connection Magazine

Posted: Dec 22, 2008

Every year, Music Connection Magazine publishes their list of the “Hot 100 Artists” to watch for the upcoming year, and we’re very proud to announce that this year, Nick made the list!

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Mocha Club and How To Get The New Matt Wertz CD FREE

Posted: Aug 15, 2008

A few months ago, I signed up for a charity called Mocha Club, where you give up $7 a month to support a project in Africa.

Mocha Club supports projects like clean water, care for orphans, and relief for the victims of the genocide in Darfur, Sudan.

To us, $7 is the cost of 2 mochas, but in Africa $7 gives clean water to 7 Africans for a whole year!

I got into this after going to see Dave Barnes and Matt Wertz play live and hearing their stories about how they went to Africa first-hand to see the amazing work Mocha Club was doing over there. To show their support, they usually give you a free CD of theirs if you sign up for the Mocha Club at their concerts.

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