The First of Yesterdays Two with Two, to

Last night I left off with having written two songs in the day but having failed to talk of them, so here goes the first of yesterdays two songs.

It was morning in my house, there was a chill in the late summer air, coffee and breakfast were both done while watching the daily version of Democracy Now.  It seems always to be bad news, sigh, why watch?  I know why I watch, wanting to know as fuel for writing songs and other less useful things.  I'd been playing the piano the previous night, listening to Uriah Heep and wanting to learn, so I went to put stuff back in place (storage you might understand).  In doing so I was reminded of an old Bob Dylan song, Hard Rain which made a desire to play the song on my guitar.  One of those songs I sort of know but never had the inspiration to learn.  No lyrics caused a search for them then a copy for use.  I had to play a recording of it in order to determine the key, which is dependent on the version, anyhow, I ended up singing and playing the song maybe three times.  Once was not enough to drive into my consciousness, the entire meaning of that song, nor was it enough to grasp the phrasing cadence in the lyric.  Upon conclusion of that process, I went in the kitchen for something, when a phrase entered my mind, the blue eyed boy...  , from Dylan's lyric, "my blue eyed son."  I recalled the date of the album it was recorded on, Highway 61 Revisited, 1963.  It seems amazing how long ago, at least to me it does.   The lyric of that song are so powerful, as the story progresses.  It is seemingly about: the depths of thought, in talking of where he had been. Violence and threat, is what he saw.  Fear and being lost and or alone, in what I heard.  Fear and contrast in what I met.  The last verse might sum it up as searching for equality, pointing out how revolting it is.  This is at least some of what comes up for me when I go through those lyrics, though if Dylan had a known meaning, he isn't telling me of it!

The end result being this thought of time and how much at least to me, in the moment, the song screamed of inequality. My thoughts went on to watching some of the Newport festival recording of early Dylan, then there was the recent reunion and anniversary of The March on Washington for Jobs and Justice, 50 years later. Better known as the March on Washington, Bob Dylan Played a few songs there that day, though not Hard Rain. None the less, the date of the album , the march there that day and its significance it all reminded me that the big fight was raging back then and is still not resolved, but Dylan was singing about injustice back then, yet still it is a problem of society.

I wrote some words that are both pointed as to lynching, its horror, the fact that this subject was even louder in the public consciousness back then as compared to now although the problems of inequality remain rampant in this country,  The whole of it all causes one to wish to hide in a bottle of whiskey because little if anything seems to touch that condition.

The music is a very fast 3/4 time, simple three chords, a 1, 4, 5 sort of thing.

There remains some energy for the second song of yesterday.  This one started swarming up while on a walk down to my mail box, down on that gravel road below my house.  Like songs this one seemed to come out of nowhere.  I have been trying to meditate some in recent days, something I have not done consistently for a few years.  That and I have been attempting to remain conscious of my thoughts, being mindful of my actions and sort of disciplining my brain to better concentrate for playing music.  Thus the thought of looking past one's memory without dwelling on/in the past, as a contemplation came to mind, then time fades away, as time fades away, but choosing to avoid sounding like Neil the cadence must be far from anything he did.  That led to other thoughts that flew out of my head through an invisible hole, as I walked back up my driveway with a wad of junkmail in one hand, picking up pine-cones with the other to add to the collection for winters wood fire starting.  By the time I arrived back at my computer many of the good phrases I had come up with while walking had dwindled into the universe, unknown, forgotten.  But I got to the computer where I typed out what turns out to be the chorus of the song, I think.  That was followed by three verses, four lines each, which had a different pace and cadence than that which I stated as being the chorus. 

In the moment there was a coming disruption that was eminent although the timing was not certain.  My music partner was said to be on the road driving toward here for practicing.  With this in mind, I looked at what was there, momentarily I thought this song, with its structure and organization could easily be continued, lengthened.  But with time running out, I wanted to at least grab the inspiration of the moment, hopeful that the momentum would provide something fresh and new I grabbed up my guitar, very quickly followed by a musical theme which I found pleasing.  I also realized that this set of lyrics with its obvious two parts needed to be segregated, which lead with ease into a B part.  In the end I switched it around, with the initial part I thought up being the B part with its subsequent second part being renamed the A part.  I sang the song roughly a time, then in recalling my actual time issue, decided to make a quick rough draft recording to capture its escence.  It was rough, but I got a copy made.  I had to name the files, both the text and the audio something, so I gave it the name 88, and typed that into the save as box for both files.  I had succeeded in getting this completed before my guest had arrived, much to my surprise. 

After practice had completed, there was much to do, dinner, and domestic nonsense.  During dinner I watched the end of a film I had begun watching the previous night, which led me to the idea of getting back to blogging since I had written so many songs and compositions in these last few days.  I was ripe for writing, when I started, but by then it was as it is again now, rather late in my day, which fatigue controlled by disallowing my completion of what I am now attempting. 

Dateline, now or actually not now, earlier in the night before what is now, in reality morning, being after midnight, again!  Back in the evening of this period of being awake, lets call it that, I found the time to sit down and attempt something that I have found in the past to be nearly impossible.  That is, reentering the space of an incomplete song and creating an addition to it which retains the previously written essence, feel or what ever that is.  I must now say that I had an unusual success in this particular case.  The song is mostly complete now.  It is again nearly a ballad, yet it ends too abruptly to actually be a ballad.  It doesn't actually tell a whole story as a ballad does, this one leaves the contemplation of what happens to the observer.  It ends by making the story a continuous loop, if the observer wishes to understand the story that way.  The story ends as a succession back to where it started.  The structure is what is not settled.  As it is now written the song is introduced in the chorus, leading to the first two verses, another chorus, two more verses another chorus, followed by the last verse which introduces the loop.  The song is concluded by another chorus, which is in total 4 lines, where as I repeated the last two lines in the ending.  After completing, I renamed the computer files for this song, from "88." to, "Meanings in Rhyme."  I followed that up by making a new rough draft recording, incorporating the changes arrived upon this evening. 

I've never had a song come together like this.  Generally if they get interrupted during the major construction phase of writing, the piece is never concluded.  This one is different.  I was able to step back into that state of mind well enough to retain the songs essence and even the surprise ending, which was not planned.  It is a fact though, I don't plan what I write in song, it just comes and I grab it as though right out of the sky.  Creativity is awesome!

I'm trying to make up some video recordings of me performing songs in a very controlled setting, alone, in a place where there is little chance of interruption.  I have succeeded at getting 10 songs captured.  I am still needing some filler video to complement the production which is meant to enhance the songs story line.  Which leads me to another thought, of what the heck are all these songs that I write actually about.  In times to come, if I continue playing and playing out (a desire) I need to define what these songs are in order to share them with an audience.  Yet when I look at some of them, their lyrics and the poetry contained, some is very vague and mysterious in word, rather deliberately covert or otherwise riddle like. 

Well peace and this concludes two in a row! 

Catching Up From Summer

Large chunks of time pass without reaching out to blog.  I'm not so sure I understand why I don't write here.  I have been very active in writing music this summer.  First, there was a tune back on May 28. called 'The Trip Will End."  It is life, summer evenings/nights, around a campfire, enjoying life under the stars, this entirety is known to end with death, so the trip will end, it is as simple as that.  I enjoy the song, it is quick in tempo, in a 4/4 time. I really am having a hard time trying to write about, without revealing lyrics and/or giving up a recorded audio file.  The intent is to write of the process of creating songs/music.  I guess it doesn't actually require a demonstration of audio to be effective. 

The earlier part of summer didn't provide any new ideas or creations.  It was August 5, that I wrote the next song.  Now this was a very unusual experience, for it began with the full intension of writing a letter to a friend.  So I wrote my friends name, followed by a coma, after the new line, I started writing what was in actuality poetry of a rather pure form.  This was very unexpected and purely spontaneous.  This song has a sort of story line, more fairy tale and certainly fiction.  I really grasp at, still, the ways that the lyrics of songs come upon me, having no actual idea of how it is that lyrics come to me out of thin air.  Like this song, "Cows and Birds" being about neither cows or birds, but having their subjects named is a just reason to include the words in the title, right?  It is a fun to play song, I think because the lyrics flow along so easily.  I have written songs that at times seem like a tongue twister to get out of my mouth.  This one, despite having rapidity in delivery, still flows easily and even better seems easier to remember than a lot of my songs.  Now in this email to my friend, after concluding the actual lyrics of this song, I did a copy / pasted into a new document, then proceeded to block out the song lyric as a separate item but leaving it in place for my friend to read.  I went on and wrote him a rather long note, explaining the passage of time in writing him this email that turned into the lyric of a song, and then I went on and recorded a rough draft of the song in an mp3 format, sending it along to this friend.  Now this person I met while serving military service in the Marine Corps.  We were both jet engine mechanics working on fighter jets of the day, F4 phantom.  We became friends because of music, well that and the times I guess, being in contact at the work place must have had a lot to do with it also.  The crux of the significance to this is that we began doing music together back then, I composed one of his lyrics sets back then.  I recorded it a few years ago, posted it on my web site where it resides in this place where you found this.  Running With Angels This is not the first time I have written in rhyme while writing to  friends, though the first song, for me.  I am not editing so I do imagine this is a convoluted paragraph.  Back to Cows and Birds, it is nonsense disguise as a story, though the story is vague enough to consider it verse.  I know not how to describe songs.

August provided a second song, on the 22nd called, "Gone Crazy," a rather political piece, although actually its focus is truly on a perception of the world of humanity and its overall effect.  It is powerful as seen from my point of view, because I believe that as a structured group of humans, I think gone crazy as an apt description of what's happening.  Now although I personally have halted the use of broadcast television from any source, I remain aware of the influence it puts on the collective understanding of many sections of human activity, mostly as it relates to the expenditure of money, but also through the propaganda of those news outlets, feeding infommercial, hype-crap, unworthy of my participation.  Though being aware of this condition, I wrote about how we (the collective) sit back and do nothing about what our government does, and what it allows corporations to do which flies in the face of both logic and even civility in many instances.  Honestly it is sad to note, and will bring us all the blues eventually. This tune I placed in a blues theme, B minor is the key and it is far from being a twelve bar blues.  The cadence combined with the tempo are blues, plain and simple.  The idea erupted right immediately after the conclusion of watching Democracy Now @democracynow.org.  As always the news can seem such crazy stuff.  I have no actual recollection of the subjects covered during that showing.  It did leave me disturbed, as it so often does.

Now it is mid September, nearing the autumnal equinox, again, (eek), and more songs come.  This week brought four songs, starting Saturday, well technically last week, but...  It was another occasion of unintended writing, as sometimes happens.  Busy doing something when a thought, a line of verse simply materializes inside my mind, without any consciously understood trigger.  First one line, then another, which these days quickly leads me to this keyboard, where I open a document and type out the words for the sake of preservation.  At this point I usually have no idea which direction the words will take me,  The first two lines during a beginning can be moved to the middle, to the end, to the chorus, or anywhere else.  Trying to remember the what and the why of an event last Saturday seems difficult in this moment.  The song I titled "Back Porch Gatherings." It is another complete fiction, story like, though not actually a ballad.  The words talk of thunder storms, watching them and talking nonsense.  This song has 3 and a half verses, that I repeat fully.  I guess the chord progression of this song is quite unusual having three semi-unique sections.  The sections are each a patterned progression of four chords that repeat.  The following section, these patterns are then transposed down four steps.  This second section is followed by a third section that is up one step above the previous, where it then concludes by walking back up to the origin.  I do like the beat of this, again a quick 4/4 time in the key of D.  Oh I wish I understood theory well enough to accurately describe this progression, but I don't and so I can't do it justice other than to say it is unusual and catchy to my ear.  Now my music partner told me today that it is a difficult song for him to play, yet I seem to find ease in it.

Sunday brought another song, though for this song only the musical composition was formed.  The lyrics I wrote April 28, although at that time, the lyrics had no accompanying music.  On the morning I completed this composition, I had a plan to practice, although, in opening the folder containing song lyrics, I noticed the title 1-river, which I actually had no recollection of. The prefix of the numeral 1 I use for keeping that particular file at or toward the top of the file tree, so there it was, glaring at me as I opened the file manager program for viewing the list of file names, all being song lyrics.  I decided to look at the file to recall its contents.  Four full verses were written, well structured for the most part, although I did do some minor editing, then rather suddenly a melody came to mind, I grabbed my guitar and in seconds I had this new idea fully formed.  This one I finger pick, an unusual technique for me personally.  I have only in the past 3 years began to use a finger picking method due to my previous inability to coordinate my right hand well enough to create the desired effect.  Many times over the years I attempted to finger pick but I simply could not master it, something about separating nerve impulses to opposing fingers doing differing things.  That combined with my sense of pitch and physical direction (up or down the neck).  Finally just a couple three years ago, I learned a pattern from a friend, and after much persistent practice I was able to do that one pattern though with difficulty.  Even today I played that original patten and I still find it difficult.  Regardless, back to the subject the song formerly named 1-river, upon completion I renamed to, "River Song."  I am now able to finger pick some, using patterns of my creation, which I did.  It is a simpler pattern than the original finger picking pattern I learned.  I think the song turned out to be quite a beauty.  The melody flows, as rivers do.  What more could one ask for.

Now as for the two songs I wrote this morning, I am going to have to write of them at another time, if in fact I can remember to do it.  It is now, as Peter Rowan wrote, "it is tired, and I'm getting late."  I simply must go off to the flat lands where dreams can happen, rejuvenate and get on with the next day when I live it, as I live it. 

Back To My Future

Again it has been another long absence, greater in duration than the last. So little has happened of what seemed a plan. The winter of recording passed without its want being realized. For better or otherwise we decided to add a bassist, creating a more complete sound. Hindsight proved that to be a mistake, not the idea, the individual we chose to fill the roll became the issue. The individual was seemingly a very talented player, yet practice never happened for this person. How can one be a musician and never practice on your own as an individual, seeking to better one's own ability. Thus after over 3 months being patient and hopeful that we could together achieve consistency we eventually concluded that the only consistency we were capable of was that of being inconsistent. The end result was that of removing the bassist from our efforts entirely. The result there in is that of months of lost opportunity for creating the recordings we had planned to create. Over that time period we were able to rehearse two to three times a week, although we had chopped down our set list to be only 10 songs rather than the 30 that had formerly been in use, thus we lost a lot of our momentum. Live and learn right!

Now we have crawled along seemingly over the past two months, practicing only occasionally due to schedule conflicts mostly. For myself as a musician, I have been playing more than I have in recent years, practicing individually most days for hour at a time. I have also had the occasion to write several new songs. The song writing results are impressive to me, although I may not be my best critic for obvious reasons. I do however think these recent songs are of the highest quality I have yet created.

Hopefully as the near future days pass, I can again be more active in writing here. As I said at the onset of undertaking a blog, I want to use this as a tool to help improve or otherwise hone the skill of writing new total compositions. I have failed in writing when it has been ripe to do so. I have been otherwise occupied with life's twists and turns. I try to keep the creative juices going although it seems most of my music time has been the continual review of material, known as practice. The future remains, as always, unknown.

Time Passes Eventfully

It has been a long time without adding to this writing.  As is true for me, interest is fleeting, comes and goes, and so I have allowed writing here to slip into the distance.  This time period without writing here has brought with it a vast amount of personal change, some with issues beyond the subject of this blog, but most of them are in the realm of being a musician.

It was spring the last time I wrote here, now it is equally as deep into the fall.  One day in late April or early May (can't remember) a very subtle yet remarkable event happened.  The telephone rang one afternoon, a friend on the other end asked me to dinner at their home.  I took the offer, drove to town and enjoyed a very nice meal (again).  Following dinner they invited me to go out to see a young musician friend of theirs who was performing his very first professional gig.  Why not give something new a try is what I thought.  So away we went.  The venue was very small and quaint.  That is how I met Trevor Miller.

I was strongly impressed with the original music these guys were playing.  I had not heard anything prior which had struck my musical consciousness well except maybe Led Zeppelin back in the day.  I was much more impressionable then and the music of that time period was all so new, bright and seemingly inspirational while still young.  I can't actually know consciously what I heard that seemed to me so striking.   The following day I remained impressed with what I had heard that previous night.  I decided that I wanted to provide this young person (Trevor) some moral support in the least and compliment him on what I had heard, because I thought the lyrics were extremely strong and mature creating complete tunes of stature.  Furthermore, I believed it was all very well done.  I called my friend asking if he could pass along a contact number so I would be able to talk to this young man. 

All compliments aside, having stated such, Trevor told me that his musical group had performed their last gig.  The guitar player quit and the drummer was leaving town to attend classes far away.  It looked like an opportunity to me and thus I offered to at least play with him to feel it out as to compatibility.  A couple days later we met at his home and the rest is history.  We have been playing a lot since then, playing gigs together as a duet, and practicing heavily.  It is a lot of work to create original music.  We haven't heard any of it on the radio or elsewhere, thus it is created in and with its own structure.  Now 6 months later we have mastered nearly 30 original songs and are embarking into the recording process.

The web page is up now Tea & Eye We have only one show scheduled for the future but we have so much work to do in recording that we will stay busy through the coming winter with that alone.  Then there is song writing for new material, etc. etc..  It is truly an exciting time.

Practicing

It has been quite some time since I wrote here. Mostly I have not found the energy to do so after something happened in my musical space.

I have been trying to practice more regularly, with some success. The past many years I have not played or practiced enough to retain the edge that degree of competence desired. Even so I fight with having the inspiration to continue at times, though this is fading gradually as I persist in pushing ever on. My memory is gaining again, finding the old lost synapses is gradually taking hold. Practicing daily really helps with the whole musical thing.

I have been trying to develop a method that may better allow progress in the recording process. The problem I believe is one centered in/on, cumulative regular practice. I had sort of considered that lack of practice in regards to particular tunes, with their specific riffs contributes to the problems I experience in attempting to record good clean inspired tracks. In fact I know it to be true. In order to combat this, I developed a list of the six songs I am involved in recording at this time, although; there are many more than six I wish to complete recordings of. I have for the past month tried to play those six tunes every time I practice, and actually work on the weak spots, becoming more proficient at playing each of the parts. This may be helping. But even in that process the nasty "burn out" issue is showing up. So a couple of nights ago I took a detour from the list and all of my other contrived methods. I even gave way and played a raft of cover songs, old favorites, left behind over time. It was productive in a way, or so I think. Last night then I just played for a few hours, no lists, no contrived method or routine. I simply played what came to mind of my original works, with some cover tunes thrown in here and there. It was a very good session, though no recording or attempts to do so came into the picture.

Today I will try again, though my fingers are a bit sensitive (evidence of lacking practice). Though it is expected when there is an increased amount of time playing the strings. The callous is getting deep again, although; at this point I retain a string groove on one finger. I am not of a mind at this time to attempt to record anything as I feel there is more need to simply practice, regaining that in-touch relationship (mental) with the instrument.

Another bit of interest is a new song, March 22. I called it “Why Do I Listen To The Wind” a song sort of about politics, though maybe not. I made a rough draft recording of it immediately after writing it out, since it came up as a complete song. I then wrote a midi bass track for it. It may be one of those good songs in the collection. Personally I find it difficult to place very much of a definitive judgment on my own songs, especially when they are new.

The other thing is attempting to play in public more. I am trying to line up some gigs for the summer. I found one and may get more although that is a part of being a musician that I don't really want to know how to accomplish. I guess a manager would be good.

Still In The Madness

Again I worked on New Years Madness. I was able to finish up the piano part in midi and it took quite a while being that the ending is rather complex and with places of syncopation. I will have to go through it again, making sure it is actually right, but I need to remove myself from that after the hours spent working at it today. I have yet to fix and again alter the tempo transition. That change goes from 120 to 230 BPM or nearly doubling the tempo. I am unclear right now of how to best incorporate that transition using the midi structure that actually holds the tempo, in a way that allow for a smooth duplication with instrument and vocal recordings. I do know that making the shift in tempo from existing will cause those analog recordings to fall out of sync when the new tempo change begins. I won't attempt to keep the existing part that will remain correct for a preference to make it all anew and hopefully better.

I also went through the mid piece lead guitar parts as practice, to keep it fresh for when the time comes to record it correctly. I may get to that tomorrow, or then still I might move on to a different song for a day or three in order to keep myself from burn out. I have found that burn out due to the repetition in this process is a big factor of why I am so slow to finish anything. It is because I have never kept a schedule that rotates the music from time to time or regularly. I've always simply stayed on one song with the hope that I would reach completion, though only a couple of them have actually made it to their end, completed in these past ten or fifteen years. I have to remedy that. Hopefully working with this list can solve this issue, leading to a bunch of finished works by years end.

Time has come today and so forward we go creating more with the memory of this song burned in my mind.

Back to Madness

It has been a few weeks since I wrote. Music has been rather low on the list of priority, but, thankfully that is changing again. This week I have practiced some, and as well, I have done some recording. It seems that I am finding it a problem to remember or to find the will to write of the progress immediately after. Today is different. I wrote it out, three well made paragraphs, then the computer failed in the save function disappearing the document, unsaved, hate it when that happens. Now a couple hours, dinner and a movie later, I attempt to re-write or otherwise write something similar. I am using a different word processor this time.

I had left the song New Years Madness to lose its priority after another New Years came and went, yet again. Last night during my practice session I decided to make a list of songs to finish, seven of them. The list has the song titles followed by the existing tracks and their quality (good, rough, finished, needs editing, etc) to work from. Today I had the urge to work on New Years Madness again. As a motivation, last night I had a thought about the structure of this song. It has a one beat followed by its counter part on the three followed by what I would call a four plus ( with it being at four point five, or the eighth after the four (in 4/4 time). I have been hearing this in my head for years and attempted to record it using different guitars or differing electronic effects between the one and that counterpart, though it never sounded right. Last night was an epiphany, use the piano! I tried it, though my piano playing is still very elementary, and it came out sounding pretty good after a good while practicing. I decided to record it as a rough draft track. Having done that with very limited success and a lot of errors, I decided to write it out in midi by following what I had developed on the piano. I spent many hours there after writing out the score. I ran out of steam before completing it, though there is but thirty seconds to a minute remaining to complete.

It sounds pretty good, progress is being made. I believe that I am going to have to alter the tempo more, going through that transition that brings the tempo up from 120 BPM to something like 200 BPM (I can't remember the final tempo in the moment). If I do decide to alter the tempo, that choice in turn voids the three guitar tracks and the vocal track, leaving them forced to be re-recorded. I may do that before I am done as its sound is still off (to my ear) through that transition.

Progress is happening again, it is good to be back!