May 21, 2020.
A
damp afternoon outside, following consecutive days of really wet
outside, helped set the scene that contributed to the composition of
a new song. It has been more than 8 months without writing lyrics
upon any subject. You know how life is, of your own living. The
social environment that we live within or beside, probably more than
any other factor, logically seems to shape those inner motivations,
moods in particular, allowing reactions to the daily stimuli. The
repressive weather keeping the feelings of "trapped
in isolation," seems
strongly influential in the least. Yet, behind this vale, unexpected
ideas can spring forth, altering the senses to raise the psyche up
and above this stirred up mud of dirt, water and idiotocracy.
Sometimes it seems alarming how swiftly change can occur.
The
weather condition beyond the walls combined with a will to step out
of the new normal in an afternoon, found me looking toward movies as
a distraction early in this particular Thursday afternoon. I had
attempted to watch the film, the ballad of Buster Scruggs, which I
found quite amusing. During the early portions of the story, (that
is as far as I've gotten,
due to the events described here after) truly unexpected events
occur. The movie begins with a song, sung by whom it seems is the
starring character, exuding a distinct sense of humor in sarcasm, at
least that was my impression at the time. By the end of the third or
fourth scene, the cowboy gun slinging singer, shot dead, produces his
angelic wings and whilst narrating the story-line, flies off into a
cloudy blue sky. The juxtaposition in the scene, going from starring
character to flying off into the sky, angel like, wings slowly
flapping out an ascent, within these early scenes, struck an inner
cord within. As I do often, while watching video presentations, I
pause the player in order to do something else for a few moments, in
order to keep up with the story. So on this occasion I did just
that, pause. This time it was to refresh the dwindling fire in the
wood stove. As I opened the door of the stove to view its status, my
mind strayed off into one of those spontaneously occurring thoughts
that often distract my attention. Is it ADHT or the universe
supplying something without clear notification? I can't
say with specificity what it is, yet it seems to me to be the latter
of the two.
The
thought was very simple, quite related in some off kilter way to an
impression derived of the film's
content, yet not really of its substance. "Back
in the day where the cowpunchers roamed,"
were the words shaping my thought, as I looked into the wood stove.
Curious, I thought, as I placed another piece of wood into the stove,
shut its door, turning to regain my seat before returning to the
film. Just that fast, only seconds of time, forced by some unknown
condition, my day, the thoughts, the inspirational unknowns, caused a
pivot from action A, toward action B. I went from pleasantly being
mindlessly, watching entertainment supplied via a movie, to the
shaping of a new song.
I
stopped before regaining my previous seat, left the film in pause
mode, when I stopped long enough to think, is this something, when
another line of words formed up in thought, complementary to the line
previously stated. In that moment I recognized a familiar situation,
deciding to grab at the opportunity, I turned, returned to the
computer, opened the word processor and away it went. The afternoon
being creatively engaged by the muse.
I
wrote out that first couple of lines, then a couple more, as though
the words fell from the sky or something. There seems to be little
force or deliberate shaping of its content while this kind of process
occurs. I am present, yet it happens sort of like magic, poof, there
it is, on the monitor's screen. This one could be considered as sort
of a ballad, maybe, however, pigeon holing genre, I can leave to
others.
Now,
I have lost an ability to play guitars, my main instrument for more
than 50 years, thus I turned to the piano to figure out the musical
shape these lyrics induce. I had an imaginary image in my head when
I lifted the keyboard cover to access the keys. It is clearly a
cowboy country song, sparked in a way by the cowboy theme of the
movie I had begun watching. I use a metronome to solidify a tempo
that will shape the ideas of music. Clearly I knew that this would
be in 3/4 time, like so many of the traditional cowboy songs. Then
maybe that itself is also something of my imagination? I know
however, that I made this piece in 3/4 time. The piano remains
rather unfamiliar territory where I lack an ability to be fluent. So
I struggle in playing it. But I pounded out a structure that
supports these lyrics, to satisfactorily shape these ideas into song,
and I started singing the lyric. What used to take brief minutes
with a guitar, now took well over an hour with the piano, but I
succeeded. It is the first time I composed a song with a piano. It
is not the instrument that makes the song however. My own experience
shows that the song makes its own music.
I
played at it for a couple of hours, trying to keep my fingers
coordinated enough toward pressing unfamiliar places in correct
sequences, it remains a struggle for me, still. When I began, the
idea shaped up in the key of Ab. I played through it a couple of
times before I recognized the ridiculousness of playing in Ab, so
after a little experimentation, I settled into playing it in the key
of G, for the sake of simplicity. After that, I knew I should make a
rough draft recording to prevent full loss of the melody due to a
leaky brain, where memory should exist, yet often fails me.
Having
put all the recording gear away a month ago, I had to re-assemble the
pieces, and choosing to use a condenser mic for capture, required a
different type of stand as well as mic placement, all unfamiliar
because I've not
previously tried recording my lacking piano abilities. Eventually
that too found enough success to preserve the idea while it remained
alive and active in my head. And that, is the story of how "The
Old Cowpunchers Song," came
to be.
And
by the way, while I write this, I have yet to see the remainder of
this film, and it is nearing a full day later. It is likely that
today, I will return to start it again, as it seems that I only saw
15 minutes of its duration. Happily, I found the film quite pleasant
and entertaining.
Edit in:
Yesterday, August 5, 2021 I released the recording of this song, https://thomasepeterson.com/mp3/Old-Cowpunchers-Song.mp3, give it a listen if you choose.
