Hallmark Shakespeare

Why do I always write lyrics as though I were pursuing the Pulitzer prize? Never satisfied...never.
And while writing cleverly and scholarly is a skill to be learned and practiced, it is secondary when writing lyrics.
That bears repeating...
And while writing cleverly and scholarly is a skill to be learned and practiced, it is secondary when writing lyrics.

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be


Lennon/ McCartney

And while writing cleverly and scholarly is a skill to be learned and practiced, it is secondary when writing lyrics.

No part of that song is worthy of the Bard; not as examples of the WRITTEN word. But the Bard that plays a tunes and sings a rhyme? Indeed those words are gold - they are no longer words. They are lyrics.

Yes, I am my own worst critic. I know this. But to be able to focus on what matters versus what is important is a critical line to observe. Being clever and witty is important, but not what matters in a song.

Any suggestion for an app to aid me in this would be a welcomed suggestion.

Inspiration strikes at the most inopportune times...places.

Through My Daddy's Eyes

A year or so ago, my father sent me some photos; I could tell they were special to him. They were of my brother and I as youngsters. The iconic picture of his was a shot of my brother and me on a sand dune in Truro.
I am bare chested and smiling...Danny is giggling with glee, his hands behind his head...he didn't know where to put them.
We were looking at a precipitous drop behind dad...we were preparing to leap the twenty feet of freefall and then tumble down the side of the dune.
This was years before the state began to enforce Kennedy's naming half the town a Cape Cod National Seashore. At this time you could still drive dune buggies all over the face of the dunes.

I am looking at the photo and I realized that my perspective is through Dad's eyes.

What wonderful things photographs are...can be.

Perspective is what makes new music fresh, what keeps it exciting.

And what really makes it new is that we each have a unique way of seeing the world around us. The same scene, but you see it one way and I, another. Maybe this is why I enjoy surrealism? Do my musical proclivities walk in step with my perspective? Can I play outside my existence?
I can understand a woman's argument without being one.I understand racial perspectives, although I am (mostly) one race?
Music is a language in which I can wander without having perspective. In fact, I can gain perspective by that wandering. I can explore the nooks and crannies - why you saw it one way, and I - another.

When we listen to new music we measure it in the broth we ourselves have been marinating in.
Evil people assume all motives are evil.
When I hear a new piece I color it with my glasses.
Now, to try and see it through Daddy's eyes.

Neo?

I See Beauty...Everywhere...

I was reading a book and went outside for a breather.
I was struck by the tree to my left and the the tree in front of me and then the moon behind that tree and then I said, "Thank you."

I hear music in white noise. Although I have to be in the proper mental frame of mind.
I see beauty everywhere.  Although I have to be in the proper mental frame of mind.

What does it take to steer the ship of my mind clear of the icebergs out there?
Being aware of them is a first step.

I have also noticed that a particular talent is balanced by a particular deficiency of equal and opposite reaction, yin to your yang.
Someone who is very self aware is at the same time very unaware of their doings. Very strange dichotomy we humans. I wonder if other animals suffer this joy?

When I am happy I see beauty and when I am not I hear music.
I would guess my subconscious is trying to lift me via that which provides a charge like no other...music.

For now, I am content and I see a clear path before me; even allowing for unknown things to enter.
When you find yourself on a wave, ride it.


We can question it later.
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