Stripped

Tough
Is the shell
Skin worn
But not destroyed

Sleep 
Has been my pastime
While assaults of cold
Bitter winds 
Remove molt 

The days are longer
Something stirs
Exoskeleton eases
Something new
Something green

Rebirth
Forces itself
Screaming quietly
For the sun

There seems to be an abundance of weather related stories and blog posts today. So here’s mine! I do have to admit, our weather here is pretty dull compared to those in the north. This year has been seasonal for a nice change (in So Cal).

Old Meets Young Meets Old 2

In January, I had been revisiting some of the melodies I had tracked for Janine. Still no luck moving forward. There were new compositions in the queue without a voice. The project was shelved.
A few days later Janine shot me an email. She explained that her grandfather was a poet and that she’d like to make a song with his poem. Her words were “I wanted to be able do this for him, it would mean a lot to him.”

Oh my, his song has great meaning to someone already! I couldn’t refuse. “Alright, send it over!”

The next day I received the poem. I was touched. It is a poem about a dream. The dream involves the act of being baptized…a very intimate, personal moment in a person’s life. I tried to imagine this older (than me) gentleman writing this down. We’ve got to do this.

I created a first iteration….just a simple chord progression that had been bouncing around my head. I laid down a vocal track and sent it over to Janine. She liked it and also mentioned something about country music or something. Dwelling on that, I produced another composition. This time it was a simple three chord blues-type.

And, it just worked.

It fit the song so much better, and Janine liked it. She was coming down (from L.A.) to visit her family so while she was in town we recorded it (we also met for the first time)! Janine did great! We made a few tracks and it was done. Her voice is still very “pure”. It resonates simply…and is real. I could tell she had been practicing it before she came over.

So there it is —full circle. I was looking for a blues singer to sing blues. We ended up with a blues-centered foundation with a very personal, impassioned story. Who would have thought?

Best of all, Janine made a loving connection/tribute to her grandfather. He was very happy over her efforts she tells me. Nothin’ better than that.

The Song:




Old Meets Young Meets Old

Seven years ago I started collaborating with a blues poet (Richard Leach). We are about the same age (60 something) so we share the same influences. Since then I have put music to eighteen of his poems. We have also collaborated with one of his poems that he recited and I mixed with visuals and audio. It has worked well for both of us.

Six months ago I had this big idea that for our next arrangement, I would find a female voice to sing the song and surprise Richard! Well, I started looking and found a number of good candidates (at fairly reasonable rates). Before I could reach out to any of them, I was conversing with a co-worker who mentioned that his daughter sings. So, I asked…”do you think she could sing for my next project?” He thought for a few seconds and said, “well, I can ask”. I said, “Yeah, all she can say is no, right?”

Then it dawned on me that I had never heard this person sing before! What if she isn’t right for the raw nature of blues? Of course by that time, I had already committed. Whatever happened next would just have to play out the way it always does…one step at a time.

Upon receiving email information, we started to correspond. Her name is Janine, a twenty-something young lady living in Van Nuys (L.A.). After a couple of weeks of correspondence, she sent me a link to some songs she had performed on stage. Her voice is “pure”. That’s what I told her, and I meant it. When I hear it, I think of a child searching for answers. There is a certain longing to it. Not sure if that makes sense.

Well, I knew that the traditional blues approach wasn’t going to work. I suggested that she give me some time to work on an appropriate composition that would fit her voice. During the next four months I created several melody lines, but just couldn’t seem to push through with lyrics. I had hit the wall. It’s ok, sometimes it happens. It was time to back away, let it rest, and come back to it with fresh eyes later.

Then something very cool happened. (More on that tomorrow)



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All activity had ended.
There were no more murmurations.
Even the swallows and ducks had called it a day.
A sure sign that all was finished.
Even the sun had all but left the building.

There were two exposures already cooking in my camera.
I let the camera rest, strapped to my neck.
Ready to let the shot remain unfinished.
Then out of my periphery…movement beyond the trees.
A six foot giant….or great egret.

He was tired, and he ignored me.
His glide path was sure to bring him into view.
Snatching the camera up to my eye, I focused.
I was using a manual focus Lensbaby, so getting him in the correct plane was imperative.

His glide was so slow that I had enough time.
Focused, metered, placed in the negative space of the composition.
Click.
Sometimes these things work.

Sunset On Red

Unsettled was my body
Floating
Like dust illuminated
Through window’s light
Every atom
Dispersed

Melded with this daily ritual
When blood fills the sky
And a sudden hush
Closes every mouth

All of us
Taken up
Taken aback
Willingly surrendered
To the moment’s
Weightless calling

“Sunset on Red” – 12″x12″ Oils on canvas