Succession
Succession
A lot has happened since my last reflection. I befriended another musician in class and we decided to work together for the creative project. Turned out he was writing a song as well, so we decided to help each other on our songs. Rob says he is primarily a pianist, but had developed tendonitis years back and since then has learned to play the guitar and harmonica. He can improvise extremely well on the harmonica; he attributes this to his piano playing skills and consequently, a well-trained ear. Anyway, very cool.
So for the past three weeks or so we have been practicing each other’s songs and yesterday we played them for our class! Holy smokes, what a nerve wrecking experience! Not the place for such a thing at all. Music is best enjoyed in a room with good ambience and some speakers and mics and drums and guitars and yeah. Haha. Nonetheless, everything went awesome and we got some nice feedback.
So now it looks like we might try to write some songs together. I’d like to see if we could try to put a cd together by April. We are going to start playing at the jam nights here in St. Catharines once we put a little set together. The semester is done, one more and its back in the “real world” again, hopefully this time it will be more pleasant in my new field.
In the words of Mitch Hedberg “I’m sick of chasing my dreams, I think I’ll ask where they’re going and catch up with them later”.
The lyrics to my new song.
Hymn for the Earth – Alex Fawcett
It resonates like a bell
Propagating pleasure in itself
That we’re above you just feels wrong to describe
So lost about you all we need now is a guide
For three months we’ve been watching how
An innocence so revered was turned around
Enough denying its time to get outspoken
And force words enough endeared
For you Gaia
We contemplate and decide
We are far better in our lives
To have each other we are brought to our feet
With miles before us all we see is a mess to clean up
Would you think of the Earth we’d share
If we could get everyone to care for life
We’re still drilling up ancient sun
On the tip of a loaded gun