Yes, I like to think I’m a musician sometimes, though I’m not always convinced it’s true. Many other things feel more natural to me, but I’ve always had songs and melodies in my head and can hardly have a conversation with someone (I know well) without starting to sing a response. Am I much of a singer? Shoulder shrug. Lyricist? Head nodding side to side. Guitarist? 30 years of strumming casually does pay off a little.
I stopped making music for a spell, started again seven or eight years ago and it does feel a part of me…
I completed a few songs while in Banff, and here are three:
Dance with the Dead
It takes me forever to complete a song. Lyrics are the culprit – they always fall short. Having a Banff music hut for two weeks was a boon, certainly.
If I could do whatever I want this weekend, this coming week, it would be to disappear with my guitar.
This was an odd experience, and I’m clean shaven. There aren’t a lot of things I do clean shaven any longer. Singing in a car while clean shaven was, as mentioned above, odd. I could feel the GoPros on my face, seeping into my pores. And I was playing guitar, singing, picking, remembering lyrics, being jostled by the early-spring potholes and a suspension that was entirely in disbelief. It was fun, too. I had no idea what to sing.
Jeff Boudreau has recorded many in his musical car. I believe the latest car has better suspension.
Self promo or preservation? Yesterday I hunted down a few of the interviews I’ve done recently. Or maybe all of them. I always sound very serious in these, or like I’m thinking too much, but I know people agonize over responses and I just shoot them out, hoping there’s something close to the truth there. It’s all just make believe anyway.
Allan Hudson’s a local writer who enjoys bringing a spotlight to talent in the area (something we share). This was part of his 4Q series.
Writer, musician, blogger and now newspaperdude, Chad Pelley has interviewed me twice, once about my writing, mostly, and the second about my music, mostly. Not sure how long these blogs will be up, as both are at best in hiatus, or worst… done.
Sarah Butland’s a children’s author who used to be local and is now just almost local. Her spotlights often range far afield…
Be careful not to read all these at the same time, as something strange and terrible may be revealed.