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  • Fundraising Has Begun!

    Here we go, faithful crew and members of the Robot Army. It’s time for you to step up and make something awesome happen! The new album, High Orbit Saves The Pandas needs your help! If you are a fan of my music or loved my old podcast, High Orbit, you’ve now got the chance to keep both of them alive.

    High Orbit Saves The Pandas isn’t just another album, it’s a full-length outer space adventure featuring all-new original piano rock from yours truly. There’s comedy, plot holes, Prodo-2 is both an idiot and a genius at the same time, and I both cause and prevent a global catastrophe. We poke fun at Star Trek, J. J. Abrams, the state of California, and of course… the Giant Panda.

    How YOU Can Help

    1. Go RIGHT NOW to our Kickstarter page at www.matthewebel.com/savethepandas
    2. Pitch in anywhere from $1 to a million dollars.
    3. SHARE that link via Twitter, Facebook, FA, Google+, email, carrier pigeon, etc.
    4. Show up at one of three Kickstarter Parties scheduled for September. One’s in Nashua, one’s in Seattle, and the final hurrah is a live stream right here at www.matthewebel.com!
    5. Repeat as necessary.

    Help Us Save The Pandas!

    (Oh yeah… If you’re wondering why I shaved my eyebrows and dropped 58 cards in front of Nashua’s Riverwalk, here’s Amanda Palmer’s original video:)

  • Live concert footage from Furthemore 2014 in Baltimore, MD. The year’s live show, “The Copper Revolution”, opens with us encountering an anomaly that throws us into the atmosphere of a nearby planet.

    Footage, lighting, keyboard, and beers provided by the Furthemore staff. Runtt is playing drums provided by Teddy Wynton

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    Shirts are BACK baby, and they’re available right now at the Matthew Ebel Store. More designs are in the works, but if you’d like to design a shirt for Matthew Ebel, drop him a line via email!

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It’s Slacker-Backer Time!


So if you hadn’t noticed, we made it to about 300% of our initial goal on Kickstarter! But now what? Well, until we get all the goodies assembled we can still take backers who may have missed the month-long campaign. The Kickstartering (that’s a word, dammit) may be over, but thanks to the miracle of the internet, Paypal, and Amazon Payments, you can still get your hands on exclusive pre-order goodies like:

  • The PDF and hardcover Art Book (you like the image of the ship I’ve got here? You could own that.)
  • Limited edition T-Shirts with your name on them
  • Autographed CD’s
  • Autographed vinyl LP’s
  • J.J. Abrams: The Home Game
  • And more!

Pre-Order The Album Here ☞

Are we shooting for any more of the original Kickstarter goals like animated videos? No. At this point we just want to make an awesome record. But one of the goals I really didn’t include in the Kickstarter campaign was a Double LP release. You see, the entire adventure plus music is about 70-75 minutes, but a single vinyl LP is only 22 minutes per side.

If we can raise enough extra funds from pre-orders, we won’t have to cut out nearly half of the album from the vinyl release. How cool is that? It may seem odd that you’re mostly supporting the necessity of getting up from the couch to flip a record over three times, but it’ll be soooooo worth it, I assure you.

Pre-Order The Album Here ☞


You’re Not Good Enough

Blue Half-Face at Bongo Java

“You’re not good enough.”

I thought I’d shut that voice off years ago, back when podcasting was the shiny new thing that had to be explained to the parents. And yet I hear him now and again, whispering bitter nothings of discouragement at the most inopportune times.

“You’re nothing special; there are a thousand musicians better than you in this zip code alone.”

I try walking faster, blowing the steam off my double-tall-soy-chai-latté that I didn’t order but I’m drinking anyway. I’m not picky enough to send a drink back, but maybe it’s because I’m not worth the trouble of making a second drink. I know the barista screwed up, but she’s busy as hell and I’m… just me. The more distance I put between myself and the Starbucks, though, the closer the voice seems.

“You’ll never be successful as an artist, and you’ll never be happy with a day job.”

Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. When the voice gets desperate, it becomes much more specific in its cruelty. I’ve learned to brush off the thoughts of “not good enough” and “nothing special”, so the voice has learned to fight dirty. Packed convention crowds in multi-camera high definition have desensitized me to not good enough. Emails from fans telling me how Goodbye Planet Earth changed their life have immunized me against nothing special.

But maybe the voice is right. I’m still scraping by month-to-month after all these years, and yet I’m pretty sure my core would rot behind a desk or latté counter. I can’t see him, but I know the voice is grinning as a sense of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t, and the rent is still due next week regardless” sinks in.

“You’re always going to be working alone, no one wants to represent you.”

This is usually the part where I start to cry. Yes, I’m a 35-year-old man with testicles and muscles and I cry. And I’m certainly not alone, but that doesn’t make the event any less pleasant. Right now I have to stifle it, though, since I’m out on the street. The voice always knows the secret fears that hide even from me. I can’t brush this one off, not yet, so I stuff it down between my acid-eaten stomach and my recovering liver. (Continue reading You’re Not Good Enough…) ☛