This is another acoustic guitar song with me as the vocalist. This is a true story that I took creative license with and made into something more than it was for the effect. This song really is about me getting a ticket while driving around town. This was many years ago, so the details are always suspect, but I was driving local roads and might have been distracted but as the traffic ahead of me slowed and then rapidly came to a stop …… I didn’t! Unfortunately I ran into the car in front of me – at very low speed – but to fast and to late to stop in time. The police officer gave me a citation for ACD, which I suspect, most of you safe drivers might not know what that is! Around here that stands for Assured Clear Distance. It is the driver’s obligation to make sure to have enough distance between you and the vehicles ahead of you to stop in time to avoid doing what I just did. This was my first accident and it was all new to me. While I am waiting to get my citation and then reviewing the event afterwards I thought ‘how am I going to explain this?’. So I came up with a rather funny romantic embellishment and wrote a song about this experience. The song also has an interesting intro and break. A number of my songs will have unusual time signatures. For the musicians out there, send me a message if you know what time signature I used.
Even though I am very concerned and interested in the political challenges of our time, I do not venture into those topics in this blog. My opinions are my opinions. I have my reasons for voting the way I do. Most of you have your own reasons for your private thoughts.
…….. but today I want to acknowledge the announcement by the Supreme Court. You may not agree with me – butin myhumble opinion that does not make you my enemy – and I am CERTAINLY NOT YOURS!I am not gay so this does not affect me personally, but it has directly affected one of my daughters. What we have done in the past to many great and loving people was just wrong.
I am so thankful and happy this long battle for something so simple and assumed by so many as basic human rights has been decided. There is a much longer battle ahead. Like prejudice and racism, this is not over and is not easy to implement. We still have so far to go, but let us enjoy this major change and how our country continues to move in the right direction and knows it is in our best interest as a nation and as a people to treat every citizen equally.
Death is nothing new. My father died of cancer when I was – well, to be honest, I do not really know. mid-twenties? early thirties? How can a person be talented enough to write beautiful music and still be so lame when it comes to anything important? I am not sure, but my family has had to deal with me for a long time. My parents were divorced for years and I did not know him that well. At the same time, I felt like I had known him forever. He was never there through the most difficult times In my life and yet at the same time he never left. Reading about loss of a loved one on other blogs it is clear many people do not feel that way. The loss is real, it is crippling, it never ends and there is no comfort for the emptiness, no magic words.
I KNOW that wasteland. Years later my younger sister died from a freak drowning accident. I was prepared for the death of my dad (and grandparents, friends and distant family members before him). I shared his love of life and his regrets during that brief time. For my sister I had no defense. I did not dwell on death, but if I considered it, it was almost a guarantee she would outlive me. Surrounded by close family and friends I just started crying. Talking, greeting, consoling, hugging, but through it all I cried. I could not share her love of life or future dreams. I could not speak to her of death; she was gone. I thought we had so much more time left. For days if I saw her picture or heard her name; I cried. Even this far forward I had to mentally prepare to write this intro.
Not long ago, my younger brother had to pay his pleasure tax. Years of drinking and smoking caught up and throat cancer started eating away at him. The funniest and kindest guy you would ever know, he did not want to burden anyone with his problems. I did the best I could to let him know he was not alone and did not have to go through that by himself. We spent a lot of time together in those last few months. As his medical power of attorney, I followed his direction. I understood his desires and knew his demons. Some things are still too painful to think about so I don’t. But I do remember what a great human being he was. We cried many times together and apart. These days I smile thinking about him, and how great humanity can be.
Love is another type of loss but for all my education and experience over the years I could not tell you which loss is more devastating. Family you live with and know all the cool things you learned and shared together. A loved one you will never be able to learn and share future things with. Loss of the past or loss of the future. The wasteland seems to keep spreading out forever. You will never get through it and nothing can replace it.
In the middle of the wasteland jumping all the way up to the moon seems more likely than getting through to the other side. But it is the sense of loss that keeps us there. My father is still with me, telling me “remember the past, but look forward, son. Don’t blind yourself to the path out, seek it”. Hopefully, you will see that your loved ones are still with you.
This is a fairly recent song. I happened to be going through my files to build a catalog of songs I have, songs in the works and ones I have co-written for a project. Looking through papers here and there, rifling through files saved from one form of media to another, I found a set of lyrics entitled “Lost Love”. I looked at it for a while and started reading the lyrics. I did not recognize any of it, but it was my handwriting and as you will soon see, it is very personal. I read them and thought, I need to do something with this.
I have instruments in almost every room in my house. A week earlier I had been playing a chord progression that was simple but captured a certain feeling or mood that I liked. I ran upstairs and got the lyrics I mentioned. I played the guitar with the lyrics in front of me and started to sound out where the lyrics fit in the progression.
Thinking the music and lyrics fell together beautifully, I went to my studio to lay down a rough version of the song. I used one microphone and recorded the guitar and melody line. This is “Lost Love“.
I’ve been nominated to complete this challenge by several of you and after some convincing from my daughter, I’ve decided to give it a go. Instead of nominating 10 more bloggers, I would like to ask you all to post your favorite things in the comments so I can get to know you better.
I want to take this moment to thank all of you again for your very kind and encouraging comments. I have truly enjoyed reading your blogs and getting to know you better. Thank you for being a part of my journey.
Much of my early years I had tons of energy. Like most people my age, I got up early and stayed up through the evening. Unlike most, I got a bit extreme with this and as I started working I seemed to be able to handle the after hour and evening shifts quite well. Staying awake for 24 to 48 hours at a time was almost normal. I obviously was not! As most of the household was quiet and recharging their internal batteries, I would pull out my 12 string guitar. In the very late and dark hours, I would reflect on the day(s) past and go over experiences I or friends had. The fullness of the 12 strings (when I could afford to replace the old strings with new ones…) for me is just an amazingly soothing and inspiring environment. The guitar noodling started to reflect a mood and the experiences would turn into words, phrases or thoughts that I would repeat and refine until they started to gel into lyrics.
I would use this method over and over. Alone at night, lights out and everyone quiet or sleeping. Even now, decades later, this is still my favorite time to reflect and create. If you can, find your own time and environment that you can settle into quickly. If you cannot find the time – MAKE it. It does not have to be hours at a time. Rarely do we write a masterpiece or complete a painting or poem in an hour or so. The important thing is to set aside time – even little bits – and noodle, sketch, sing, or even think. Build your stage for creativity and perform there as often as you can. The masterpieces will create themselves…
Quiet Nights – An original tune I wrote based on this idea.
I have been very fortunate over the years in a number of ways. As I look back on my history and the events I have been involved in, this rule became obvious to me. I have always performed or created music with people that are much better than I am. I did not do this by design, it just seemed to happen over and over. One of my favorite bands I have been involved with for many years is Euphoria. Think of all the adjectives you know to describe excellence and you can use them all for the members of the band. They invited me to run sound for them and that is how I got the nerve to be a sound guy. As they played out and I ran sound and helped with musical toys as a music store manager, we became great friends and shared a real passion for great music. When the keyboard player decided to work on other projects, they found out I played keyboards and asked me if I wanted to take his place. I cannot tell you how much courage it took to say yes. I had never really played out before and we were into progressive rock and really complicated songs – many you heard clips from the studio demo posted earlier.
I knew I was not ready for prime time, but I got my keyboard gear together – practiced on my own every spare minute I had and forced myself to show up for practice. I had big shoes to fill. To their credit each of the band members were extremely patient! The knew it would take me some time to get to their level. Some songs on our set list were replaced with songs that had less emphasis on the keyboard until I could get my chops up to speed. Some we had to drop altogether. But they all worked with me and did not make me feel like I was slowing them down or not up to par. Had it not been for their great attitude and flexibility, I may have thrown in the towel and called it quits before it got started.
The only better piece of advice in this area I think is just as important is to always play with great people! Band life can be hard work, physically challenging and demanding and at the same time can be disastrous
As someone who truly loves the outdoors and nature (for a city guy!) I sometimes think there is no end to the way we have devastated the natural resources we were blessed with. Environmental tragedy after another, corporate greed and individual apathy seem to be everywhere at once. This is a disturbing and dark look (from my perspective) at what we are doing to our planet.
The music is rich with textures and soundscapes. One of the tricks I used was on the sound of the ‘toms’ as they repeat, the tuning changes and gets lower and lower. This is a simple MIDI trick. there are ways of doing this that can take a bit of time and planning, but what I did was very simple. As in the past, I use the keyboard to trigger the drum sounds when recording drum tracks. I recorded the simple beat with the tom sound. Then when I played it back, I started recording on the same track and used the keyboard ‘pitch bend’ stick to slowly lower the pitch as it played. That took about two seconds and once that was done during playback the drum toms would sound like they were being de-tuned in real time. Depending on how quickly the stick was moved, you could change the rate of pitch change.
My wife sings the melody and I add some vocal phrases and back up. To get her vocals to punch through the mix even though her vocals are smooth, I took a direct out (really it was an insert cable and we will get into that later) and fed her vocals into one channel of a stereo compressor/limiter to compress or ‘squash’ the levels, then I took the out put and ran it into the other (stereo side) side and used the limiter function. This allowed me to get a good signal by lowering the hot portions of the vocal track, and then pump it up to the point that the limiter would stop extreme levels from getting past a threshold point I set. I got a very clean vocal signal and smoothed out the peaks and valleys of the volume levels, allowing me to turn up the over all volume in the mix without distortion.
Having written songs with my older brother from the beginning, I often bounce ideas at him to see what comes back. I remember (and take all of this with a grain of salt as I am not the best at chronology or details!) going up to him and saying something like… “I have this idea for a song and not sure where it goes, but I keep thinking get out of here leave me alone take it away, and that they want to charge us for anything. Soon they will sell us air and water”. Below is the result. I called it The Pleasure Tax, and it is more relative today. And yes, they do sell us air and water now!
I am very picky about tuning and tones used. Putting new strings on your guitar was sometimes a luxury. When I finally did it is like turning on a light bulb in a dim room. Yes, you could see before but now you can even read! Music can be like that. Things are not inspiring or do not sound very good and you change the strings (or reed, drum head, pads) and BAM! You want to go out and play it hard!
The tax is still out there, so be careful when you want to relax.?
I try to look at disagreements with the following rule;
There are three sides to every story.
There is Yours
There is Mine
…… and The Truth is somewhere in-between.
Today again I heard a phrase on the news about someone wanting to start a conversation or dialog about a particular subject. If it is a political topic, what this really means is they want the opportunity to shove their thoughts in your face. Other bloggers have picked up on similar topics, so this is not unique to my personal experiences. I will not start a conversation like that but I have observations to share. With that in mind think about that new toy you want to buy. You have an idea what it does but not quite sure how it works. It is not cheap, so you want to get a good deal. Doesn’t everybody? It is understood that sales or deals happen from time to time and you can expect some companies to offer quantity discounts. Sales people expect and even appreciate this. They do not expect you to even ASK them for a discount on a single small-ticket item. Most companies will give you a discount on the printer for example, but you pay full price from there on to get the ink cartridges……
So you talk to the sales person for a while and they answer your multitude of questions to your satisfaction. You say, ‘thanks’ and go home and buy the same thing on-line to save sales tax or to get more money off.
When it doesn’t work as easily as expected or not what they thought some people actually go back to the original sales person (who by the way may have lost the opportunity to make a sale or help another customer while you asked 20 questions and he did not make a dime from your visit… just saying) and ask for help. When the ‘did you buy it here?’ question comes up, the sales / customer service person will rightfully no longer assist. I want to ask again does everyone want a good deal?
I am old enough to know what the term tips in the food service industry came from. It means To Insure Prompt Service. You want your food hot, you don’t want to wait, tip the waiter/waitress. I am more than willing to pay a sales person for their time and expertise. As a sales person I EARNED the difference in price other stores might offer.
Some people may still want to have their cake and eat it too. To some, I have to admit, they believe they get a ‘good deal’ by shopping for the best price and getting pre and post sales help for free. That is just not how I roll. That is my side of the story as a sales person.
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