Keene, NH sessions… with the iPhone mic! Guy Capecelatro delivers, yet again, in only a few minutes. I have a tiny back log of songs from this session in Keene (of which I think this is the last), which is great, but it means other things get back logged, too…so everything gets logged back. In any case, I have been frantically getting ready for a Pearl and the Beard mini-tour and finishing up my solo tour tonight as well… phew.
Today’s working song that will get posted later is: a song about yellow fever, yellow sheets, and death. Hooray!!!
This is in the PepsiCo Gardens in Westchester, NY. I believe it's called Two Ovals, but I'm not totally sure... you should go if you're in town. It's awesome.
Excuse my very tardy posting (especially those of you on the east coast and even eastern-ly-er. I have been running around, driving, driving, driving and noodling around to get ready for these shows this weekend here in Salt Lake City.
I stayed the night at Jonathan’s mother’s house. She has a piano. I thought, “I haven’t done a piano song yet, so I think I will.” This is a study in octaves. I love octaves. There’s just something very interesting about this interval. They are exactly the same note but very different- a whole span different! I like the feeling of the octave and the color the octave brings to a song.
I also love listening to things we don’t always here. Sometimes in a piano recording, you can hear the player depress the piano pedal. You can hear every string react from the movement and they ring simultaneously. I love that moment. I exaggerated it and used it for myself in this little study.
I am about to run about again and more rehearsals tonight… but will try to be on time tomorrow for the posting, as it’s a good goal to be on time to things in general.
Anyway… well, Jonathan and I have had a long few days. I just returned home from driving him to the airport. While he was still at work today I bought him a ticket to San Diego where his dad is in the hospital in the ICU hooked up to a ventilator. It’s all very sudden and worrisome. I hope you understand me being so late in the posting today… Some things take a back seat when things like this happen. I have never purchased a plane ticket on the day the flight was to take off: what an exciting purchase… if you can call it “exciting”. I packed him a bag, he rushed home from work, and we were off. Luckily, the cheapest ticket to San Diego was leaving from Westchester Airport: a very clean, tiny, tiny, tiny, airport with absolutely no traffic. So, now, I am home. With Lacey. Thinking. Trying to work. We have just eaten turkey sandwiches and a black and white cookie. I concentrate on why the white icing on the cookie is so hard and the black icing is so soft…
This is a song from the RPM Challenge I did with Guy. I spent a ton of time working on a song-study on rhythm and perfect fifths, and then this whole thing kind of collapsed on us. I will finished that song today and get it ready to post: on time! I have the whole weekend alone with Lacey. I will get her to help me on a song, too.
Pearl and the Beard have a show tomorrow night at Webster Hall and then we leave for tour on Monday! Jonathan will still be gone…I will keep you updated on life’s progress as I post…
Oh, Life: you are a cruel, yet tempting mistress.
Recording: I made 2 tracks of cello loops and sent them to Guy and Mike. Guys lyrics are always so appropriate and haunting. I like them. Mike’s piano is perfect… I mixed this one because I initiated it. I wanted to bring Guy’s voice up front: he has a tiny insecurity about his voice and usually pulls it back, but I love it, and think it’s right where it should be. Thanks Guy and Mike!
I Miss The Snow
Down here the trees look weird
And the leaves don’t turn to copper and then fall
I put whiskey in my coffee
Just to take the edge off
Because around here the days are sharp enough to cut you
On Sundays I feel so listless
Cause no one here prays the way we did
Though I don’t know your phone number
I still dial to hear them talk the way we do
If I could just hear even a moment
Of you breathing I might somehow be all right
I miss the snow and I miss Melissa
I miss her sister who screams in her sleep
