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Beautiful song

Monday, November 7th, 2011

I just discovered this song. This is the kind of songwriting I want to do… if I can ever get my butt in gear.

Dream part 2

Monday, August 15th, 2011

One of my residents is a famous musician. Literally. He’s a saxophonist that has played with the likes of Glenn Miller. Pretty cool. He likes to practice every afternoon and if you walk through the building you can hear the sounds of his soulful melodies drifting through the air.

He found out that I’m also a musician and I think we have a special bond now. Our company is in the process of a name change; eventually our name will be Allegro. He knew that this was a musical term but couldn’t remember exactly what it meant. So he came to me. I couldn’t remember either. Google to the rescue.

Allegro is “lively and quick.” We talked about that, and he looked at the design of the logo and commented that it was kind of lame (not in those exact words). He felt that if they were going to incorporate a musical term into their name, the logo should reflect that.

Then his eyes lit up and you could see the lightbulb over his head.

“We should write a song about the new name!”

I could feel that fake smile begin to plaster across my face. “Oh, what a good idea!” was what came out of my mouth. “I don’t have time for that!” was what was in my brain. I looked at my overflowing desk that I can never seem to get cleared off.

Then I remembered the second part of my dream.

Songwriting. I have dabbled in this for years and have had dreams of writing life changing songs. In reading through old journals, I have seen lots of attempts at lyrics. I love the thought of taking a frustrating or joyous feeling and making it fit into the confines of a three to four minute song. Often feelings that I can’t put to words are expressed beautifully by a song someone else has written. I feel I can deal with those feelings so much easier once it’s in song form. I want to write songs like that; songs where people say, “THAT’S what I’ve been feeling. I haven’t been able to put my finger on it, but that’s it right there.”

I have co-written a couple of songs with a friend, and have recordings of some of them. I’ve heard positive feedback on them. I have not attempted yet to write a complete song on my own, and that’s my ultimate goal. I could totally suck at it. But I know I need to give it a shot. One thing Quitter talks about is giving yourself freedom to fail miserably. And fail in a way that people are still blessed through it. I want to write songs that might possibly be crappy. Heck, my first attempts will be crappy. I can almost guarantee it. Cheeseball, here we come.

Quitter talks of giving yourself fake deadlines to help push you forward. I think perhaps I need to do that with this songwriting thing. Give myself a week or so to write a song. Any song. It may have roses are red lyrics and a melody similar to Mary Had a Little Lamb and will probably be in the key of D (the easiest key for me on guitar… I capo almost everything to this key). That’s okay. I need to start somewhere. Drew told me to write a song about how hard it is to write a song. This might be a good place to start.

As I stood there in my office with my musically inclined resident, it hit me that this might be a way to find things about my day job that incorporate with my dream job. Maybe writing a song with my resident will be a good way to get my brain moving. Maybe it will inspire me to write more. Chances are he’ll forget about it anyway, but I really shouldn’t dismiss it right away.

Songwriting

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

I am currently in pursuit of my dream and passion. Or perhaps I’m really more in pursuit of how to pursue my dream and passion. I’m feeling kind of clueless at the moment.

On Friday night, Drew and I went out to Bird’s to see two good friends play with a great singer/songwriter. Bird’s is a hole in the wall restaurant and bar with the best burger in town. We walked in the door and I was immediately greeted by my friend Anna as she gave me a big bear hug. We caught up briefly with her and our other friend Justin, and then found a seat at the bar. Drew ordered a pitcher of Yuengling and we settled in as the show began.

Bird’s is a small restaurant with a small stage. The three of them crammed together and after a quick sound check, played through some of their songs. Kris Braun is an acoustic singer/songwriter. Right up my alley. With a little djembe and electric guitar backing her up, it’s a great sound.

As they began to play, I noticed that barely anyone was really listening. There was a small crowd, all enjoying their burgers, oysters and beers. They’d politely clap and cheer between songs, but then go right back to their conversations when the next song began. I watched as they played, and felt bad that their hard work and practice wasn’t being met with more enthusiasm.

It makes me wonder… if I want to be a singer/songwriter, am I willing to do the bar gig? I’ve never been much into bars and such places, and honestly, I’m not much of a night owl. I start crashing at about 9:30 p.m. With most of these gigs not starting until at least 10 p.m. I think I’d be yawning throughout my entire set.

So what the heck do I do with this dream and passion? Right now I’m just trying to take it one step at a time. Writing lyrics and poetry, practicing guitar, and overall trying to improve my musicality. Perhaps I should attempt to write a few songs first and then we’ll take it from there.

Singing

Monday, April 11th, 2011

There’s a book sitting on my nightstand that has been there for a couple of months. I am trying to get through it, because I’m the type that has to finish one book before starting another. I cannot pick up another book in good conscience without finishing the first. I have a list of other books that are in the to-read list, and I can’t get through them until I finish this book.

It’s not a bad book. It’s actually quite good, well written, with that poetic word phrasing woven throughout it’s sentences. It’s a book whose title drew me in. Plus, it was at a bookstore that was going out of business and I got it for like 10 cents. You can’t beat that.

Being the singer/musician that I am, titles like this make me look twice. I took it home. I’ve been reading books that inspire creativity and passion, in an effort to inspire my own creativity and passion. I figured this would be one of those books.

However, I have found it hard to get through. Not because it’s bad, but because it makes me feel like a bad singer. The book is filled with dramatic phrases on the beauty of melody and the life found within harmonious musical phrases. Singers can relate to that. We’re passionate, dramatic, and emotional.

For some reason, with this book, I find myself rolling my eyes at some of her phrases. She speaks of the life and the energy she gets from simple vocal warm ups and how her whole body resonates for the remainder of the day. I haven’t done a good vocal warm up in months. I hate to be reminded of that. It makes me feel lazy and uncommitted.

I love singing. I really do. It used to make me feel alive and on fire. Lately, it seems like a chore. People ask me to sing and I internally groan, thinking, “Do I have to?” Perhaps it’s simply because most of my singing lately has been at work, involving songs like, “Deep in the Heart of Texas,” and “She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain.” I long for songs with substance and words that speak to my heart. It’s been awhile since I’ve found a song like that. Perhaps that explains the sudden urge for songwriting again. I want to create a song that speaks to my heart, because it seems that songs like that are rare lately.

I try not to let things riddle me with guilt (like the WIii Fit, that felt the need to ask me yesterday if I realized it had been ten days since I had last used it. Shut up! I haven’t been feeling good! You’re not the boss of me!) but instead convict me subtly. I hope that I can let this book do that at least. Convict me to walk to the keyboard and attempt a few zing-a-mamas or mee-may-mah-moh-moos. Or at least a little humming in the shower. As a singer, I can at least do that much.

But I still hope I finish that book soon.