Back with the morbid themes. A how to guide when the end of your life is here. A lesson from the wise and experienced. Dyeing is the easiest part. Once you are gone though, your story can be told by others. So be kind!
Posts Tagged ‘#death’
It’s Easy to Die MSK 1990
Posted: February 20, 2024 in PoetryTags: #12string, #audio, #Cakewalk, #death, #lyrics, #Midi, #midicontroller, #mididrums, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #musician, #ovationguitars, #personal, #poetry, #recording, #recordingstudio, #reeltoreel, #singersongwriter, #songwriter, #sound
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“Pray for ME”
Posted: November 5, 2021 in My Tunes, PoetryTags: #athiest, #athiestisaword, #death, #endoflife, #friends, #friendship, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #morbidity, #personal, #poetry, #prayer, #songwriter
I hate to throw all this morbidity stuff at you but it is a subject at hand. Physically I am fine, yet I grow older and watch my friends and family members get sick, or die.
In some ways it is a burden taking care of your health – eating well – exercising – meditation and the rest. Not for the effort it requires – BECAUSE IT REQUIRES A LOT OF EFFORT!!!! But you will inevitably see many of your friends and loved ones not make it to the same finish line. Sometimes the monotony alone is daunting after y e a r s and Y E A R S.
We all know we will die. My songs have reflected this for over 40 years. I think the earlier we realize the truth in this and treat our friends and family (and all humanity) with that simple understanding it will change our perspective in life. One unexpected generous comment or gesture from a stranger can spin positive echoes throughout decades. Hate works up-hill. Generosity works down. Sorry, I am out of wine.
Here is a song I wrote tonight. As a summary, I am an athiest. OK Hold On. I was ready to post my song but when I type in the word athiest —————- It highlights the word as if it is misspelled! I tried it twice thinking I mistyped the word. WTF. Google athiest and you get the definition of the word and other links….. https://www.google.com/search?q=atheist&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS927US927&oq=athiest&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0i10i433j0i10j0i10i433l4j46i10j0i10l2.4531j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
So, athiest is not a word in Word Press. I am sure this is a pretty standard method of suppression. We are many but have no voice. #athiestisaword
But, I digress. Here are lyrics for “Pray for ME” If you are just tuning in to this blog my name is Michael. My wife’s name is Ellen. Most of my songs are by ME. Mike and Ellen.
“Pray For ME“
I value your friendship
More than life itself.
You put pride and decency
Before anything else.
Laughing like hyenas
When no one else gets the joke.
Always high on the real thing
When fools kept talking coke.
What will you do when I am gone?
I hope you will be singing our favorite song.
Stay as long as you want, say what you want to say
But I’m asking you not to pray.
It’s the irony in things
Only you could see.
If one of us has to go first
I hope to whatever god it’s me.
There is value in hope
Struggles through each day.
But there is nothing you can do
To make this go away.
What will you do when I am gone?
I hope you will sing our favorite song.
Stay as long as you want, say what you want to say
But I’m asking you not to pray.
Love’s not an easy thing
Time to Let You Go.
Understand that I love you
More than you’ll ever know.
“Night”
Posted: January 29, 2019 in Cover Tune TuesdaysTags: #cars, #death, #driving, #guitar, #life, #lyrics, #musician, #recording, #recordingstudio, #singing, #vocals, city lights, dying, lights, magic, MIDI controller, MIDI drums, multi track recording, music production, originals
“Night” was written in 1980 by a good friend of mine. I have mentioned him before in earlier posts as TR. (Tom Robinson). This is a great song from the past. I loved playing this in our group or as a duo with TR. I love the rhythm and intro motif.
The subject of the lyrics are familiar to me. Driving at night. Getting away. Pondering life and eventual death in the dead of the night are right up my alley!
I recorded the guitar track and wrote the MIDI drum parts to fit the groove and the opening motif. Then I re-recorded the guitar and added bass guitar from computer modules. Then it was time to add vocals and do the mix. I hope you enjoy this gem.
“Night” (C) 1980 Tom Rominson
Night is a ride you just get in a car and go cruisin on. On past the light of the city lights to the cool dark air. Night is a plunge into twinkling depths that can still your mind. Washing your wounds in nature’s rain, her fountains everywhere.
So let the magic continue while you search for an answer within you. And see that swiftly you fly. ‘ ‘Cause we always knew you had to die sometime.
Taking a life is a crime and you know you’re the victim everyday. They gave you a name and a story, not they’re showing you the way. Day is a desert of calendar deadlines, your life an empty phrase. London Bridges falling down, and the rent you got to pay.
But they can’t poison your fantasy in this refuge from insanity. You’ll be here till you kill the lie. And we all know you’re gonna die sometime.
Night is a ride you just get in the car and go cruisin’ on. On past the light of the city lights to the cool dark air. Night is a plunge into twinkling depths that can still your mind. Washing your wounds in nature’s rain, her fountains everywhere.
And when the story is over you will sleep in fields of clover. But your dreams will keep the night-time sky. ‘Cause we always knew you had to die sometime.
Always A Gentle Giant – Rest in Peace
Posted: August 10, 2016 in Opinions and ObservationsTags: #audio, #band, #creative, #death, #friend, #love, #lyrics, #music, #musician, #personal, #recording, #singer, #song, #songwriter, #story, #writer
Yesterday I heard that I lost another great friend and musical partner. My sister called me last night to tell me there had been an accident and she did not have a lot of details, but a great friend of mine died yesterday. I mentioned Ric Ahlers in my blog posts before. He was the guitar player/vocalist in the first real band I was in called The Personal Touch. He co-authored with me one of my favorite songs I called “For Those Who Wait“. (With music it was titled: “Our Bodies Move“).
Ric was my brother-in-law and was looking for a keyboard player to start a duo to play locally and out on the road. Though I had only dabbled with piano and was mostly a rhythm guitar singer-songwriter, he gently persuaded me to join him. Then for about three months he patiently guided me as I learned not only how to play keyboards (not just piano, but all the other sounds keyboard players are responsible for), but also a bunch of popular cover tunes for the first time. He was way ahead of me as far as knowledge and talent (I try to take my own advice and play with musicians that are better than me!) and had played out before. We also played our original songs as part of our normal set list. He had more confidence in me than I did, but I guess that is a familiar story to my blog readers.
We started as a duo and played local clubs. We had a full sound as we both sang (as well as we could) and I played my 12 string guitar and the keyboards and later programmed drum machines. He played lead guitar and also controlled a drum machine with an accompaniment triggered by his bass pedals that played bass and added filler strings and piano chords. We could play anything from classic standards to Jimi Hendrix tunes and fit into a very small space.
He sat while playing guitar and kicking his bass pedals. He stood over 6 foot 10! Some people would come up to shake his hand after a tune and jump back as he stood up to talk to them!!
He was as tall sitting as I was standing and it really surprised people and caught them off guard. I would have to warn him about low ceiling fans at hotels and lobbies! We added Ann Ellis as a vocalist and traveled around the county as a trio in his van. THOSE WERE THE DAYS!
Life is not always easy but Ric was always a gentle giant. With a heart just as big, he climbed back up if he got knocked down, and carried you on his shoulders if you could not keep going. He is also family and we will all miss him and are stunned by the sudden loss of a great man in many ways.
A Place for the Living – A Home for the Dead
Posted: May 3, 2016 in Opinions and ObservationsTags: #cemetaries, #cemetary, #dead, #death, #grave, #personal, #photo, #photograpy, #story, #writer
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In many cities and small towns throughout the globe, there are places where the living take comfort by visiting the dead. Cemeteries provide a common burial place for relatives, ancestors and the unknown traveler. Many believe these to be sacred grounds, spaces to reconnect and remember those before us. For some a look ahead to our own mortality. The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band had a line I often think of from one of their songs called “Buy for Me the Rain”. It looks at this from a slightly different angle; “Gravestones cheer the living, dear, they’re no use to the dead“. All are valid thoughts and should be respected regardless of your personal views.
In my town there is a beautiful cemetery. My wife and I have gone there for years to walk, watch spring take back the landscape and follow the seasons as winter inevitably returns. I often bring my camera as I cannot deny the beauty. People come there to paint, jog, stroll, get married and seek a type of peace hard to capture in the surrounding city. The trees, surrounding lakes and flowers keep demanding our return. Over the years I have taken many pictures and I would like to share a small sample with you. This is where my mother and younger brother had their ashes placed, so it is a special place for me in so many ways. While not intending to capture gravestones or monuments, they are a big part of its beauty. Tourist attractions often include Spring Grove Cemetery for travelers and those not familiar with the city. Fall is gorgeous there. Peace can be felt there. I hope some of these pictures will give you an idea why it draws so many people again and again.
It’s Easy To Die – It Doesn’t Get Much Darker Than This
Posted: July 23, 2015 in My TunesTags: # mixer, #audio, #creativity, #death, #digital, #effects, #harmony, #inspiration, #itunes, #keyboard, #lyrics, #Midi, #music, #musician, #personal, #piano, #poetry, #recording, #recordingstudio, #retro, #singer, #song, #songwriter, #sound, #story, #studio, #vocalist, #vocals, #writer
It may take a few times through listening to this one. A number of my songs might seem quite alien at first. I hope you let them grow on you. (OK, that sounded kinda creepy LOL!) This is a textured song where I did all the sequencing and drum programming. There are no guitars on this song. Most of this is Atari days using the Proteus 1 tone generator an the RX 15 drum machine. I also use sounds straight from the keyboard(s) I use as controllers. In this case it is the Korg Trinity V3. Other than the vocals, everything is recorded via MIDI and plays back live sounds from the keyboards and tone generators (along with effects and other goodies). From start to finish this is a dark piece. Sparse percussion with a rolling sequenced bass line. You have heard my wife before on “All Night Long” and “What I do at Night” and this is another one of her gems. The intro and break vocals are from Phyllis Ann, who toured with The Personal Touch and sang on “The Touch” and “Our Bodies Move.” As the song begins I try to use multiple melody lines in various instrument voicings to lay the chordal structure. Plucky guitar sounds come from the Korg. Slow trance – lulling you closer. Then the message; “Who’s Following You?”. But the subject quickly settles on the main issue; death. Too many of us are waiting for that dream.
“It’s Easy to Die” (@) MSK 1990
I wonder, I wonder who
Who, is following you.
It’s easy to die
You just close your eyes.
And then once the dream begins
It will never end. My friend.
Don’t put up a fight
Just follow the light.
It’s not too hard
And once the dream begins
It will never end.
Chorus:
It’s easy to turn
Your life into lies. My friend
And once the dream begins
It will never end.
Pauline – Yesterday
Posted: July 14, 2015 in Opinions and ObservationsTags: #birthday, #cancer, #death, #family, #father, #goodbye, #life, #loss, #love, #mom, #music, #musician, #personal, #songwriter, #story, #writer
Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. The first birthday since she passed away last December.
I spend a lot of time blaming my mother – and parents in general for my musical interests and open minded philosophy. They each gave me a lot. But my parents divorced in a day when that was not accepted or supported. Six children and single mom. Everything was a struggle. During all of the less fortunate times she managed to plug away toward her goals with her gentle influence. We would do a lot of things other kids would not dream of and she encouraged many of them. But we never wanted to hear her say to us she was disappointed in us……. Having her disappointed was the worst punishment imaginable.
There is no way to know how she guided each of us through early years and then through puberty, early teens and inevitably into kids who knew it all. I am just now putting them together piece by piece, here and there. When my younger brother Chris got really sick I lived close and visited regularly. I was his medical power of attorney and took care of his end of life affairs. Radiation, Chemo, feeding tube, surgeries. Emergency rooms to ICU to Hospice he never lost his smile and wonder. He appreciated everything. At the end I described him as mentally, financially, physically and emotionally exhausted. It takes resources to fight back and he just did not have enough left at that time.
My mother also found out she had a number of cancers. She chose not to take the normal treatments. She chose not to have the normal tests. She chose me to help her with end of life like I did for Christopher. She did not roll over and play dead if that is what you might be thinking. She read and stayed up on current events. She exercised and researched better foods and diet. She got out and enjoyed the change of each season and the change in weather.
Pauline was more interested in making us comfortable and taking care of her extended family than she was in complaining or moping. She controlled her pain and as it got really bad she wanted to be able to have final word; to be able to think and communicate for fear she would have a stroke or complication and not be able to tell them not to resuscitate her. She feared being a vegetable more than anything. She was smart and educated and proud. That was something she did not want to endure. She did not.
When I grow up, I want to be just like her. Birthdays don’t mean much to me – ask my kids – but this one did. Happy Birthday, mom.
The Walking Man Intro
Posted: July 1, 2015 in projects, VideoTags: #atari, #audio, #band, #brother, #create, #creative, #creativity, #death, #digital, #life, #midimike, #motivation, #MTV, #music, #musician, #observation, #performance, #performer, #personal, #project, #recording, #recordingstudio, #retro, #runningsound, #sound, #Soundengineer, #soundman, #story, #studio, #studioengineer, #tech, #video, #writer
Believe it or not, MTV started off as a media outlet for – VIDEOS! It was not what it is today. Music videos were still relatively new and there were not that many out there but they started being produced in numbers once MTV provided an outlet for them. The Chicken or the Egg thing all over again. I did not own any video equipment, but I was familiar with photography and music, so it was a natural interest for me. Back then, cable companies were starting to set up monopolies in various cities throughout the US and we were in the Warner Amex territory. As part of their agreement with the city to provide cable and other services, Warner Amex made some of their equipment and channels available to local citizens. They provided training and allowed non-profit citizens to go through camera and editing training and once completed you could schedule use of their equipment to create content for viewing on their Public Access channels.
I was one of the first (my card was # 000090!!) to sign up for the training classes. I would borrow their equipment and film bands and live performances, family growing, along with a number of other projects.
My first project was to make a video that introduced the idea and benefits of the Public Access program, (we hoped if we had a complimentary message it would be good for PR and relationships with the people that administered the program, (we were right). and a music video idea we had been working on. This is by definition low-budget and is dated by equipment and resources available today. But it was a learning experiment and was a lot of fun. To do a lot of what we did it took a bunch of planning and trial and error. I had been playing keyboards for a very short time and there are a bunch of mistakes, I was new with the video editing and production, but not this was not bad for the first release. Usually, I am also the cameraman, but filming my own band required additional operators. I edited the video from the collection of raw tapes and a live performance of the song.
This video features my younger brother as the narrator and the music is from the duo I was in at the time called, “The Personal Touch.” The intro theme is a musical piece called “The Big D Jam”. The video is based on a song the guitar player wrote called “Transaxle“. We took vague ideas and filmed them all. Then edited them into something semi-cohesive! There are a bunch of funny stories that went into the making of Walking Man but I will spare you for now. The end credits use a song of mine introduced earlier called “The Pleasure Tax“.
As with many of these blasts from the past, there are lots of good memories and a number of painful ones. Looking at this video again so many years after, I see my youngest brother Chris in his healthy days doing the narrative part introducing the musical video before health problems including throat cancer took their toll. This is when we thought we would last forever….. there was no end in sight. We do not last for ever. For him, the end was so close to the beginning. We all have our vices, but with legal ones like tobacco and alcohol killing people every day, we all know someone that has been affected by the results. Here is the real message we should be sending; These drugs may not kill you. You will not lose ten years of your life. You will survive – and grow old – and suffer – for decades, with a disease that is eating you from the inside out. I am glad I was there to help him a little as he faced the end. I would have given anything to find another path for him, but he knew where he was going. It did not stop him and neither could I.
Lost Love Lyrics
Posted: June 26, 2015 in MUSIC, My TunesTags: #12string, #acoustic, #audio, #create, #creative, #creativity, #death, #demo, #digital, #dreams, #family, #father, #goodbye, #guitar, #inspiration, #inspire, #itunes, #journey, #life, #loss, #love, #lyrics, #microphone, #midimike, #motivation, #music, #musician, #performance, #performer, #performers, #personal, #poetry, #recording, #recordingstudio, #retro, #singer, #song, #songwriter, #sound, #story, #studio, #vocalist, #vocals, #writer
*Please see previous post if you are interested in the story behind why I wrote this song. *
“Lost Love” 86 bpm © MSK 6-2004
We’d been together just a little while
Each day melted into the other.
Daylight through the evenings we danced,
Completely consumed by one another.
As life went on our love got stronger.
My friends thought that it would never last.
I know all things come to an end.
Just didn’t think it would be so fast.
It’s been a long number of years now gone
How many more I don’t really know.
Everyday I try to say good bye,
but For some reason I just can’t let you go.
And he said, ‘son, if ignorance is bliss,
You must be a very happy man’.
Memories of your Lost Love might never go away,
But everyone else you love can.
Father and son, we were never far apart
Through ups and downs, good and the bad
We stood so proud; laughing together.
I’d wait forever but you won’t be back.
When my sister died I found myself crying.
Weeks upon weeks and still to this day
I realize I’m thinking about her
As I’m wiping my tears away.
Son, if ignorance is bliss,
You must be a very happy man.
Memories of your Lost Love might never go away,
But everyone else you know can.
Share what you have, help those in need
Focus on the people around you.
Ask us for help, talk to your friends
You’ll feel so much better when you do.
It’s been a long number of years now gone
How many more I don’t really know.
Everyday I try to say good bye,
But for some reason I just can’t let you go.
MidiMike 