Songwriting is in my blood. I know exactly when it started, and how much I wanted to write songs as a young girl and play the piano. I taught myself how to play so that I could write songs. My songwriting continues and I am so grateful.
I explained to a friend, about this new song. I was standing in my bathroom a few days ago – mid-morning and a towel was hanging on this hook…and the first line came. “Your towel still hangs on the hook where you left it, the morning I told you my truth.” I rushed to one of the many pads I keep around, to write it down. Then I sat at the piano, with excitement and fervor, as if this song was bottled up in me for 6 years. It came out. As if I was just the vehicle. The song took shape, I fumbled on chords, notes, the melody, until it sounded how I wanted it to sound. After a few hours — it was a song.
The next morning I woke at 6:15 am and by 7:00 I was recording it with my home-studio equipment. By 1PM I had my first demo of “Either Way.”
And that is what happened…oh and after I listended to the simple, raw demo, with a few production elements added, for the first time, I began to cry. It was the 3rd time I cried for a new song.
It has been such a journey for me, and yet, the songs keep finding me. I guess it is my destiny to be a songwriter.
Think about what makes you happy. One of my grandest and certainly most long-term moments of happiness, which is thankfully on-going, is sitting at the piano and creating songs. I sing, I explore, I scribble words, and it feels like my soul and my feet, meet. Grounded and yet soaring.
I am reading a book and today’s segment refers to an old American proverb: “If you can’t be grateful for all the things you don’t have and want, be grateful for all the things you don’t have and dont want.”
That just hit a chord for me. Wanted to share. Major C?
And talk about sharing, a new song arrived, ALL THIS TIME ALONE. In production and will be released forthwith.
Sirens, screams, laughing, shouting, gun shots, horns, windows opening and closing and air conditioners. Mine is too loud. It’s like living in a film noir at times, at night. With the birds coming in earlier and earlier as they too are unsettled, to add their two cents. What’s up? They ask. Yes I have birds in my courtyard. They echo as their trepidation eventually turns to bird-tunes. This city has its own soundtrack, that changes in level and timber each hour each year and we are here. And I sleep.
As I run a small boutique PR & marketing firm, @KeyMediaGroupPR (plug ha!) one of my favorite tasks is writing press releases. I have been complimented on my writing and being a songwriter I understand how to write stories and how to create an arc.
I have recently been working with a friend who is now my unofficial editor. And she is brutally honest with me, and I am so pleased she is. She kicks my butt everytime I send her a new release. And I write more and I learn and I change and it all makes better sense. I am writing even better releases since she stepped in to help.
So what if I carry on with my daily life, as if I am my own editor. What if we all do that? Living a day, really editing what we say, do, think, making each day a piece to be “thoughtful” about. What would I leave out, what would I change? What would each day look like, having a well intended arc, a beginning, a middle, an end. We are all our own editors, afterall.
Working on my newest song, which is about coming out of the storm and moving into a place of trust and comfort. Two very important elements to a happy & creative life and even perhaps a content life. Trust & inner comfort.
Reflecting on the question from the Lesflicks Q & A 5/4/21 who could I see playing me in the movie The Pass. A few surprising suggestions people have shared with me since:
Anya Taylor-Joy ( 2x’s)
I was coy about the question…hell yes, let’s do a movie!
As someone who loves jeans and having worn them since I was a teenager, I was just thinking how grateful I am they were invented. We all have our favorite clothing and accessories and mine has always been jeans. Here are the “inventors” of jeans. Jacob W. David and Levi Strauss.
No, he did not bounce back. And my love continues on. With my gratitude and my humility leading me to a place that has my steps navigating me towards a better understanding of what it means to really live. We all live until we no longer do. And this comfort — as we engage for a limited time — is meant to encourage us to be kind. And maybe even perhaps thoughtful.