I suppose the closest way to describe the personal side of what happens when writing a song and recording it is you are attempting to turn yourself inside out. That’s what it feels like anyway:)
I love teaching composing; you keep learning more when you share what you know:) I suppose there is always more insight that pertains to the topic, that’s why it’s fun to be a part of.
This story behind the song is about a painting that hung on the wall of our living room for most of my childhood. It was one that caught my father’s eye, from I’m not sure where, but before long he was happily whistling some tune (as he often used to do) and measuring the wall to put it up.
I remember sitting and staring fondly at that painting often as I grew up; there was something absolutely magical about it for me. It was peaceful and relaxing, but also exciting and full of life at the same time. Sometimes I used to get so caught up in the mesmerizing imagery I felt like I was actually in the painting myself! There was also a particular innocence to what the painter was trying to say that I must have adored.
I’m not sure who the artist was, but I’ll describe the setting portrayed as best I can: It was centered on a farm yard of some sort with a beautiful, lazy pond in the center of it. In the pond were a small family of ducks; a mother, father, and two babies swishing along close behind. A little boy and his sister were happily chasing each other several feet away; playing what appeared to be a game of “tag.” Next was a puppy attempting to wade into the pond without getting wet to retrieve a stick someone may have casually tossed there?
As a big part of the backdrop there was a brilliant, large recently washed down red barn off to the side. A soft green grassy knoll spread around the water with a butterfly dipping around the puppy’s head to celebrate something or other it was feeling I suppose. Off to the side of all of this was the father with a brown and black handsome smoking pipe resting out of the side of his mouth as he sawed on a piece of wood for some project he had going.
Last but not least were the two bluebirds in the full, bushy green tree on the far side of the yard apparently commenting on the goings on by serenading anyone who cared to listen…
All in all for me this work of art was a simple, fascinating, joyous little slice of life where everything was good, pure, and those involved were rich with what they had and full of contentment.
I’ve used Sweet Country to try and capture the essence of this painting for you.
There is a simple beauty I keep being reminded of that touches the more elevated parts of who I am.
Examples would be: I’ve always been fond of sunlight reflecting on the water, of songbirds singing their little hearts out every spring, of the sound of crickets chirping on a warm summer’s evening, of the glorious shapes that billowing clouds take on from time to time…
I’m sure these types of moments contribute constantly to my inspiration to create more music. There’s a lot of free love around when one takes the time to notice it:)
Choosing to feel grateful for something always makes my day go better; like noticing my fingers can still play the music I want them to:) That’s a good thing right there.
I love seeing what other musical sounds blend well with the piano; kind of like trying on clothes, only sonically. The idea is to add some color and diversity without taking away from the main event:)
Taking some rough versions of new original piano songs and trying to hone them into diamonds; we’ll see before long…
Sometimes there is something powerful and engaging there that simply needs to be sculpted, refined, and practiced until it just flows from my fingers when it’s time to record.
It’s always fun to bring something in from the invisible and give it a life here:)
Here’s one of my favorites that’s a free download for this week. It’s a jovial little tune that has to do with spotting a baby on the loose one day..luckily the parents weren’t too far behind:)