Songwriting
I have always been fascinated with songwriting. I can feel the music, melody and words moving through me. I try to catch what I can and recycle it for extended listening. I hope you enjoy it and take inspiration from my best moments. Learn more about me here.
Find my songs as “Dave Hill Jr.” or via my band of songwriting friends The Greenwood Music Collective
Ambient Music
Before I decided to let myself sing, I was an instrumentalist. I’m a drummer, pianist, and music technology geek. I love exploring music with and without form, chasing inspiration, and capturing what sounds valuable to me.
My ambient music can be found under my Brainboxing moniker, as well as my own name, and even some meditation app sites.
Background
It is rumored that my Great Grandmother Matilda Johnson owned the first organ in the state of Idaho. Both she and her husband were known to be terrific singers. I am doing my part to carry the music forward.
I’ll pick up my musical history from around the 70s. Check out my songwriting journey by clicking on Dave’s Songs below.
Jazz Camp: The New Las Vegas for Musicians
When people think of jazz camp, they probably don't imagine it’s anything like Las Vegas. But trust me, after spending a week at the Port Townsend Jazz Workshop, I’m convinced they share some serious similarities—minus the neon signs and slot machines, of course.
At jazz camp, just like in Vegas, you gamble a little. You take chances on stage, hitting notes you might not be sure about, and sometimes, you crash and burn. But then, there are those magical moments when it all comes together—the groove locks in, your voice surprises even you, and it feels like you've hit the jackpot.
But the best part? Even when you lose at jazz camp, you win. Every wrong note is a lesson, and no one’s judging—just like that free drink in Vegas, jazz camp is all about keeping the vibes high, no matter the outcome. Plus, you meet some of the most inspiring people, from seasoned pros to those just starting out, all with a passion for music that’s downright contagious.
So, forget the roulette tables—next year, why not roll the dice at jazz camp?