7/4/08 songwriting- me

it is so funny.
this songwriting business. the business of doing it, and the business of selling it. songs. funny business.

yesterday a new one came, seemingly out of nowhere. it appeared and knocked me right over the head when i wasn't looking. right out of the blue.
except,
not really.
not really at all.
the new one came from something so directly, so obviously, so blatantly it blew me away. instant commentary. instant relief and instant agitation in the same moment. like scratching. it feels good, yes, but can disrupt the quick healing of a little wound. or a big wound.
my new tune is scratching at a heart ailment right now. but it's soothing it too. my new tune has more than one voice. my voice is there, but there are other's too. this tune has 4 or 5 owners i think. every player in the play could sing this one following the end of a climactic monologue. it would fit in almost any scene.

my dear friend T wondered earlier today about bridges and why they are often missing in my tunes. not critically. just observation. he told me that my songs make him hungry for more. more parts and pieces. more song skin, fleshed out. he has a point. one i consider a lot. today i might try a little bridge building. deliberately.

i wonder often though about the purity of that moment like yesterday, when a song comes so specifically, so magically, so quickly like it couldn't wait to arrive. how do you edit that? perhaps i don't figure myself into the equation enough? the songs seem like close acquaintances that appear when there is work to do, leaving a mark where they sat for a while on my shoulder. i let them sit, leave their mark, and then marvel at their coming and going. perhaps they want to be engaged? talked to a while, and maybe even molded a little.
i have a lot to learn about deliberateness here in songwriting land. i have a lot to learn about bridges, and bridges in general. but, today i am happy knowing that at the very least i do know how to open the flood gate fully, letting them get all the way through as they are, never holding back.
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