Artist Profile
J Randall Murphy

I was born in Calgary Canada in 1958, which makes me old-school, not old. Okay, who am I kidding? The truth is that in real life, I actually look slightly younger than Keith Richards, who is what, about four hundred & fifty?

Around the age of twelve, my parents split-up, and our Mom moved my younger brother and I to Invermere, a small town in the Province of British Columbia.

It was there that I began hearing music on the AM radio that was very different from the direction my music teachers were taking me. Curious young minds aren't easily discouraged from investigating, and I was no exception.

I wanted to know what it would be like to hear me coming out of the stereo, so I stuffed the microphone that came with our home stereo cassette deck into my old hollow-body acoustic guitar, set the deck to record-pause, adjusted the volume, and started to play. Suddenly I was a star - at least in my Mom's living room.

By my 16th birthday I'd earned enough money cleaning phones for BC Tel, selling Watkins Products, and delivering ice around the Columbia Valley, to order a shiny new Silvertone electric guitar from the Sears mail order catalog. By the way, if you're old enough to remember mail order catalogs, then you're also old enough to remember that instead of delivering orders by drone, they used pterodactyls.

My Mom, thinking it better that I learn how to play it properly, also got me a new teacher. His name was Mike Smith. He had a solo gig going at the Fairmont Hot Springs resort. During my first lesson, he introduced me to barre chords and a Beatles riff from Day Tripper. I was forever changed.


Unfortunately my lessons with Mike didn't last long. I think my Mom felt that he'd taught me to make more noise instead of less. But it was too late. This was the mid-1970s and the musical influences from that era were too powerful and transformative to ignore.

They included The Beatles, Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, CCR, Elton John, Deep Purple, Wishbone Ash, Fleetwood Mac, Doobie Brothers, Rolling Stones, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Status Quo, Nazareth, Supertramp, ZZ Top ... ( you get the idea ).

In the late 1970s I moved back to Calgary where I attended university, and in 1981 had a son Nigel Murphy with his mother Pamela Nolan, who was a beautiful young singer I had met at a house party.

It was a rocky relationship that fell apart around 1987 after I was rear ended in a car accident. In a vain effort to maintain a connection with my son, years of court proceedings ensued.

By the end of that phase in my life, I had been in and out of more music projects than I care to remember, most of which collapsed due to players taking on regular jobs and so-called normal lives.

My last band was an underground alt-rock trio called 9-DAZE. It magically materialized over the course of nine days during 1988 to play a gig at a place called The Westward Club, one of the few venues at the time to feature local original artists. Other magical things also happened there, such as meeting my last life-partner, Patricia Robertson.

9-DAZE imploded in 1992, and I dropped out of the music scene. Patricia and I operated a hair salon and withdrew to a clean quiet home life.

I augmented the income from our salon with a series of temporary and part-time jobs including sales, website creation, and personal computing. I also became active in the field of ufology. Much of that can be found on my ufology website at

One day while sitting in the living room listening to music, something rather unexpected happened. Instead of processing it all down into its various elements in order to see how it had been constructed, I just listened, and enjoyed it. For the first time in years I was reminded of what had gotten me into music in the first place. So I began assembling a very modest home studio.

Then Patricia came down with cancer, and everything else went on hold. We were unable to beat the disease, a story that includes the medical community's suppression of scientifically developed treatments other than chemotherapy and radiation. There are days when I believe that had Patricia been given the treatment we wanted, she would still be alive today.

In 2016, Mark Braaten, a drummer and friend from the '90s scene came calling. We experimented with his Zoom recorder for a few weeks trying to spark something. It worked, but needed more time to develop than Mark was prepared for, so he retreated to his family life, and I resumed the task of putting my own little studio together.

The Dream Lives On

In June 2019, I created my first YouTube music video for the song Earth Abides, a post apocalyptic piece I wrote during 1988 and performed live with 9-DAZE during the late '80s and early '90s. Using my experience with website design I also created the My Music Project website. For the geeks out there, this site is all hand-coded, no CMS dependency here.

In August 2019 I released No Time To Run and in October released The Good Road. In November all three will be distributed as a Mini-EP called Renewable 1. All three tracks can also be downloaded on my bandcamp page for only $2.25.

Purchases from Bandcamp include a license to use the tracks in dance performances, music videos, films, public performances, educational projects including college radio, and other artistic capacities, provided such use falls within acceptable use guidelines, and a portion of any profit made as a result goes toward charity.

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