Ruminating Art

Been yearning lately to have an unconventional cover band again.

Working on the 9 sentences defining the critical waypoints in Into the Fog.

Planning for another 333, with a bit of time off (I hope) for songwriting.

Totally stalled on the first Jake Calcutta mystery anodyne.

Moving ahead on Commonsense Zero-Cost DIY Marketing for Authors.

Talking to the local public access TV station about doing a regular show for aspiring authors.

All underpinned by some personal things that make creative thinking harder.


House Concert August 24th

I’m finally inviting friends over to play music for them. Saturday August 24th, we’ll round ’em up after supper and I’ll play for an hour. Might be the first time my mom has really heard some of my music. First public performance of songs like Good Pair of Jeans, Into Town (maybe), This Path, How Much, and The Map so I need to practice just a bit.

If you’re in the neighborhood that night, drop by. There’ll be lemon bars and coffee.

Gordon Lightfoot
This is not me. From left to right: Rick Haynes, one of the reasons I’m a bass player; Gordon Lightfoot, one of the reasons I’m a songwriter; new guitarist Carter Lancaster

I couldn’t remember Lancaster’s name. Looking him up, I discovered that both of Gord’s earlier guitarists, Red Shea and Terry Clements, died; Shea in 2008 and Clements, who defined Gord’s modern sound, in 2011. Makes me sad.


Songwriting is Easy

Like Hemingway said, just sit at your typewriter and bleed.

I’ve written 5 songs in the past couple weeks, as part of two songwriting challenges.

I’m emotionally exhausted. Even the fun songs are emotional effort, but the ones that dredge up the past or make me look inside my dead father’s brain are like digging a grave with your own bones.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

  • Into Town — A desperately lonely song; nothing at all like my father would have been if he were the one alive and alone instead of my mother.
  • I ♥ You — A totally silly diatribe, to balance it.
  • Good Pair of Jeans — Another fun one, because Poppies refused to come out.
  • Upside Down Smile — A jazzy number for my Best Beloved, which also helped Poppies ruminate in my unconscious.
  • Poppies — Finally, Poppies, which just might be my father talking to me again.