Weeds
Nov 25, 2008 sojourn
I haven’t had a day like today in some time. My wife had a partial knee replacement in the morning, painful, exhausting and totally uncomfortable for her… nerve-racking for me because all I could do was wait. During which time I worked (till the battery on my laptop ran out of juice — yep, I left the power supply at home), started reading “The Last Lecture”, surfed the net on my iPod Touch, and read some more.
The hospital we were at is fairly small, well run, and very accommodating. I spent time in the waiting room, lobby, cafeteria, etc., and overheard some very interesting topics of conversation, from the current mainstay theme of economy to the ongoing deer hunting season. We got to the hospital around 8:30, by about 1:30 I was done. Information overload. So I grabbed lunch in the cafeteria and pulled out the November/December issue of American Songwriter.
I skimmed several articles and ads until I got to an interview with Rodney Crowell. I need to re-read the content over coffee and digest more of the tone and mindset, but it was really cool to learn more about this veteran of Music Row and beyond. One piece of the interview that blew me away is Rodney’s account of how he wrote, tracked, and produced what was to be his most current record, then scrapped it because it wasn’t worthy of release.
He (Rodney) determined he had to let go of playing and producing in order to make his next record real to him, stating “… self consciousness is the enemy of art”. Great article, definitely worth checking out, but the point I’m getting to is that Rodney talked of his early days in Nashville, about cutting songs with live vocals to capture raw emotion, and about not settling for a lyric that’s only puddle deep.
There are so many distractions these days, it’s hard [for me] to unplug often enough to squeeze the creative fruit in my being and write meaningful songs. There’s no excuse, and this ramble is meant to be a reminder that writing for any other reason than to reveal what’s important to me is meaningful as watering a rock garden.
Newsflash — Life isn’t likely to get easier anytime soon.
My wife is tough, seeing her down today wasn’t easy, tomorrow [Lord willing] we’ll get to bring her home. In 3-4 months she has to do it all again, her other knee needs the same operation. I’ll need to keep it simple, be patient, and just be there as she gets her wheels back under her.
Tomorrow’s also another opportunity be a better writer. I can use my day job (as I’ve done in the past) as a smoke screen for not digging deep, but the truth is I need to spend more time in the weeds with my own pain and disappointments, relishing dreams fulfilled, pondering hopes that faith keep alive, and love that couldn’t be budged by a tornado… even the most simple song should take the listener somewhere, provoke, inspire.
Tags: crowell, songwriting, weeds
Inside the Circle
Nov 16, 2008 songwriting
Last night I got off my lazy gluteus maximus and made the trek down to the home of good friend Steve Simpson for one of his always enjoyable song circles. Steve is not only a wonderful songwriter and performer, but a true gentleman and consummate host.
There were about 12 writers/pickers there (plus a few spouses/friends) so we all got to do more listening than playing, which makes the time together even more enjoyable. Getting to hear and know more about these writers and their songs is what it’s all about. It’s a place to come and play our songs for what they are, and express what they say, from the heart. There’s no judgment, just listening and enjoyment.
The drive home is about 40 minutes, and as I reviewed the session, I thought of how I often neglect the importance of the story behind songs I write. Not necessarily intentionally, but maybe because I haven’t spent enough time contemplating the “why” behind each song AFTER it’s written. Craig Bickhardt recently posted a great blog on the “vital vision” behind the songs we write, a sobering perspective.
So last night I played songs I felt like singing, those that make me feel like I have something to say. In turn, I was treated to a wide range of music and song that inspired me, made me laugh, and reminded me of why I love to play music and write songs.
I didn’t know everyone at Steve’s last night, but we were all in the circle together. No need for names, the songs helped us see inside each other, and learn a little more about ourselves as writers and individuals. I’m thankful my wife gets it, and pushes me out the door to go and hang out with these folks, even when she can’t make it with me. I’m grateful that Steve is the genuine, humble giver he is… and the chance for a few hours inside the circle.
Tags: bickhardt, simpson, song circle, songwriting
Glass House
Nov 6, 2008 ramblings
I just read “Grace” by Richard Paul Evans, a novel. An easy yet intriguing read, primarily because it’s a story of the heart. While it’s comprised of classic elements, the outcome is challenging, and very much speaks to my being.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve looked high and low for a summary statement about my feelings toward the deceptive time in which we live. I’m taken aback at the level of compromise our society embraces, and that “making history” is more important than truth, integrity and honor.
“Grace”, I believe, provided the perspective for which I’ve been searching:
“I had a dream that the world turned to glass.
Those who had much to hide were very afraid.”
When I got over the knot in my stomach caused by contemplating the vileness of my own heart, I wondered when we, as a people, stopped caring about the level of transparency expected from executive leadership — or how far some are willing to carry out or minimize the impact of a lie for personal gain, or contribute in any way to such fallacy.
There is no stone in my hand, just a question… why?