tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37045274646424057212024-03-27T22:33:05.447-06:00Dave Coile's MMEDave Coile's Multi-Media Extravaganza!David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.comBlogger361125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-19654059243549772962024-03-27T22:32:00.000-06:002024-03-27T22:32:23.720-06:00Ep. 5: Sleepy Tales & Slumber Tunes - “The Things We Dare Not Tell” and “You Told a Lie”<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="365" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_kIjbAEPt4U" width="439" youtube-src-id="_kIjbAEPt4U"></iframe></div><br /> In tonight’s episode, I read a poem by Henry Lawson, then play one of my original songs.<p></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-69282280641105916752024-03-27T22:25:00.001-06:002024-03-27T22:25:09.834-06:00Ep. 3: MRwOS - “Late Night with the Devil” and “Be Remembered”<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="369" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RAAPyBigT3I" width="444" youtube-src-id="RAAPyBigT3I"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I review a film about a Late Night Talk Show host willing to do anything to be famous, followed by a song about the sacrifices we consider in showbiz. Enjoy! </span><br /></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-31086224848748578632024-03-21T22:50:00.004-06:002024-03-21T22:50:47.917-06:00Ep. 2, MRwOS (Movie Reviews with Original Songs) - Dune, Part 2/ In Your Blue Eyes<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="393" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Nxppx5hjRJ4" width="473" youtube-src-id="Nxppx5hjRJ4"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>If you liked Dune, Part 1, you'll LOVE Dune, Part 2!</p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-91375438263623262392024-03-18T10:17:00.000-06:002024-03-18T10:17:32.236-06:00Ep. 4: Sleepy Tales & Slumber Tunes - "I Saw The Figure Of A Lovely Maid" and "The Coward Falls Away"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="349" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/g7oUCsuXxNs" width="419" youtube-src-id="g7oUCsuXxNs"></iframe></div><br /> In this episode, I read some Wordsworth, then sing a song about being too scared to express yourself...<p></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-54969182854925521712024-03-18T10:13:00.001-06:002024-03-18T10:13:35.790-06:00Ep. 1: Movie Reviews with Original Songs - "Perfect Days" and "So Afraid"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="377" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/abwxYwx8a5Q" width="453" youtube-src-id="abwxYwx8a5Q"></iframe></div><br /> In this episode, I give my thoughts on the Wim Wenders directed Japanese film, then play a simple but anxious tune of my own!<p></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-72352154357917948362024-03-18T10:10:00.003-06:002024-03-18T10:10:40.815-06:00Ep. 3: Sleepy Tales & Slumber Tunes - "All the World's a Stage" and "A Hole In The Roof"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="387" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/30NnU-_PVfU" width="466" youtube-src-id="30NnU-_PVfU"></iframe></div><br /> In this episode I read a little Shakespeare, then sing about the woes of a dilapidated house...<p></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-1198088801426358422024-03-15T15:30:00.002-06:002024-03-15T15:30:25.096-06:00Think Twice Returns! - S5E2, Raw Songwriting<p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Think Twice (</span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Robby Layton</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> and </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Teresa Penbrooke</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">) returned to the Raw Songwriting podcast to give an update on their song, "A Place To Lay Our Head". Get a look into what goes on after a song is written, on the way to recording a polished version of it. </span></p><a href="https://redcircle.com/shows/a37f00e9-9da9-4bc3-84b5-cd306fd2a5b9/ep/b49c33b1-6d53-48a6-b179-7d9dc3570a20" target="_blank">Think Twice Returns! S5E1, Raw Songwriting</a><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://redcircle.com/shows/a37f00e9-9da9-4bc3-84b5-cd306fd2a5b9/ep/b49c33b1-6d53-48a6-b179-7d9dc3570a20" target="_blank"><br /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://redcircle.com/shows/a37f00e9-9da9-4bc3-84b5-cd306fd2a5b9/ep/b49c33b1-6d53-48a6-b179-7d9dc3570a20" target="_blank"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TE3EvmqcECQcHyLOmbP-P6vXqIGCv_pFAwMPSR8-O9e8AWyG47Ovfe7vIYwXSouuep69cHb9RTNWQpURI-vx8idt92EG0dKpNQrEkeJL7qf_f-aPBHti9g7uwCUlYht7cYgZglWc7aMTDyMiLMp1MPQYUe4MpY7zjG7OLT0ByM1B595TAVyyA-Vns0A/s440/Raw%20Songwriting%20Logo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TE3EvmqcECQcHyLOmbP-P6vXqIGCv_pFAwMPSR8-O9e8AWyG47Ovfe7vIYwXSouuep69cHb9RTNWQpURI-vx8idt92EG0dKpNQrEkeJL7qf_f-aPBHti9g7uwCUlYht7cYgZglWc7aMTDyMiLMp1MPQYUe4MpY7zjG7OLT0ByM1B595TAVyyA-Vns0A/s320/Raw%20Songwriting%20Logo.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-69207130998323932892024-03-03T23:52:00.000-07:002024-03-03T23:52:08.510-07:00Ep 2: Sleepy Tales & Slumber Tunes - "In Darkness" by Jon Davis and "Free Car Wash Day (At the Circle K)"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="401" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/puP8898ii_I" width="482" youtube-src-id="puP8898ii_I"></iframe></div><br /> <br />Welcome to episode 2 of Sleepy Tales and Slumber Tunes, where we carry you away from the worries of the waking world on a vessel made of story and song. <br /><br />I am your host, David Coile. If you enjoy the program, I encourage you to like, follow, and share, or to support the program by subscribing to<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><a href="http://patreon.com/davidcoile" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">patreon.com/davidcoile</a><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span><p></p>Tonight I'll be reading “In Darkness” by Jon Davis, followed by the song “Free Car Wash Day” by David Coile<p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-51012336793631264382024-03-03T02:02:00.001-07:002024-03-03T02:02:19.128-07:00Tim Ostdiek - S5E1 Raw Songwriting <span id="docs-internal-guid-d9c368ab-7fff-1450-122b-ccba49afc704"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><img height="300" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw 33vw" src="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/657505/d3d0edb2856391ce620ca6304e77a33cde0615a0/original/img-1204.jpeg/!!/b%3AW1sicmVzaXplIiwzMzBdLFsibWF4Il0sWyJ3ZSJdXQ%3D%3D/meta%3AeyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ%3D%3D.jpg" srcset="https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/657505/d3d0edb2856391ce620ca6304e77a33cde0615a0/original/img-1204.jpeg/!!/b%3AW1sicmVzaXplIiwzMzBdLFsibWF4Il0sWyJ3ZSJdXQ%3D%3D/meta%3AeyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ%3D%3D.jpg 330w, https://d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/657505/d3d0edb2856391ce620ca6304e77a33cde0615a0/original/img-1204.jpeg/!!/b%3AW1sicmVzaXplIiw2NjBdLFsibWF4Il0sWyJ3ZSJdXQ%3D%3D/meta%3AeyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ%3D%3D.jpg 660w" width="400" /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://redcircle.com/shows/a37f00e9-9da9-4bc3-84b5-cd306fd2a5b9/ep/0f415e27-19d5-46c9-81aa-b68508a29545" target="_blank">Tim Ostdiek - E5S1 Raw Songwriting</a><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Originally from Nebraska, Tim Ostdiek was inspired by his father’s passion for music, especially for the Beatles and Paul Simon. Tim picked up the guitar in middle school, started writing songs, and quickly progressed to doing open mics. Once he realized he could get paid to perform several nights a week, there was no turning back from the singer-songwriter lifestyle. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now based in Colorado, Tim has been a finalist in esteemed songwriting events such as the Telluride Troubadour and Folksfest Songwriting Showcases. Tim has also had his song “Goodbye” featured in the TV show “Road Trip Nation” and has opened for national touring acts such as Sarah Jarosz. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Playful, uplifting, and engaging as a singer, songwriter and performer, he writes feel-good, big-hearted folk with a drop of something funky. Tim doesn't shy away from the deep and heavy, but aims to deliver songs with purpose and hope. Tim Ostdiek’s uplifting folk encapsulates the soul of the Heartland. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Check out more of his music at <a href="https://timostdiek.com" target="_blank">https://timostdiek.com</a></span></p></span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-83234010700467277352024-02-14T12:31:00.002-07:002024-02-14T12:31:45.816-07:00Happy Valentine's Day!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="366" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sxpZ6jrGJfg" width="440" youtube-src-id="sxpZ6jrGJfg"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Happy Valentine’s Day! </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m forever waiting for my one true Love, but this goes out to those who have already found it. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This is an old tune of mine from the early-2000s. I wrote it for my friend and collaborator, Doctor Bob, in theory to be played at his wedding. Unfortunately, that was in the days before I could write a song in a couple hours, so it didn’t get finished until months after the ceremony. But, hey! Now I’m ready for the next wedding…</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve Waited So Long</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">By David Coile © 2002</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hey, my dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you really want to go on with me?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hey, my dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you really want to be one with me?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Well I’ve been waiting so long for this moment</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve been waiting so long for this time</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Just to hold you near</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And whisper your name into your ear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And tell you that the future is ours to steer </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Into tomorrow, anyway</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Yesterday is gone</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Today I have found my home</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve waited, I’ve waited so long</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve waited for you for so long</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hey, my dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you want to spend your whole life with me</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hey, my dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you want to walk the aisle with me</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Well I’ve been hoping so hard for someone</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Who could love me and</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Commit to herself and me in holy matrimony</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Raise up your glass and cheer</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The joyous ceremony</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Come join the family</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We’ll celebrate and take a vow</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This is how I know </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That you and I belong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve waited, I’ve waited so long</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve waited, I’ve waited so long</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I-I-I love you, I-I-I love you</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I know we’ll carry on</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We’ll show the world our love is strong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">They may ask “for how long?”</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Well the heart alone can know</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For the rest of our lives</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Through all the tears and all the trials</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Through the years, ‘cross the miles</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s you, you and me, we’ll be together.</span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-91380677744301050342024-02-01T20:05:00.002-07:002024-02-01T20:06:43.603-07:00Song-a-day January Recap!<p><a href="https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYmZZaCzxkfY7P69Aogi-acADlhKP8k_2&feature=shared" target="_blank">Song-a-day January Playlist</a></p><br /><br />Song-a-day January is my favorite recurring project, and this year's edition was just as much fun as the last! Big thanks to my collaborators, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jordan.bass.397?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Jordan Bass</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/theresa.brodzinskinorton?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Theresa Brodzinski</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/edee.gail?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Edee Gail</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/robby.layton?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Robby Layton</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/joel.terrell?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Joel Terrell</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/6x6harp?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Cheyenne Dane</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/karen.finch.585?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Karen Finch</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/todd.hawkins.co?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Todd Hawkins</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hl.howells.3?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">HL Howells</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/karen.horan.1612?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Karen Horan</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/casperleah?__cft__[0]=AZWiCO246ejrhZSMFKmV7KEHDY48qGahN5NL5x6CBJ1KLeGYO3o5dGivZJyoSKYj7GJMMMEnXUtbGI8FIsFOCXceowglGAGy1ykrASsLRNwijmTOEos4C9R13xl83QZItkVR7fJDQ7NahAsr1V8VHUuMjasMyl8_lqt_9rqqsQlLlw&__tn__=-]K-R">Leah Casper</a>, for sharing their talents with me. Everybody has a slightly different process, and I learned something from each of them. <div><br />And huge thanks to all of you who listened to some or all of the songs!</div><div><br />If you haven't told me already, I'd love to know which songs really stood out to you. It's always a surprise to see which songs move people. Often times the ones that mean the most to me don't register, but then I toss something off and it really moves people. I've attached a link to the <a href="https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYmZZaCzxkfY7P69Aogi-acADlhKP8k_2&feature=shared">YouTube playlist</a>, which makes it easy to listen to the tunes again or for the first time. </div><div><br />I plan to keep working on these and other songs from previous writing projects as the year progresses, so be on the look out for more polished versions.<br /><br /><br />Thanks again, everybody!</div>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-64868869786160447552024-01-31T19:21:00.004-07:002024-01-31T19:21:38.991-07:00Day 31: Movie Show<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="367" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GWLdOnOxBQo" width="442" youtube-src-id="GWLdOnOxBQo"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 31: Movie Show</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing challenge for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me take you to a movie show </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To a theater that's a century old</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Sitting underneath a ceiling so tall</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In darkness, enthralled</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">By the faces on the wall</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And all you need to enter the club</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Is an usher to tear your stub</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When the story's all told</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Just tell 'em you saw it</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At a movie show </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me take you to the cinema</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Where celebrities still leave you in awe</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Where the pictures take you near and far</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To exotic locales</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or deep inside your heart</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And all you need to enter the club</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Is an usher to tear your stub</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When the story's all told</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Just tell 'em you saw it</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At a movie show </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The smell of popcorn in the air</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The crinkle of candy wrappers torn</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then you just can't help but stare</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At the posters down the hall</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the trailers show you more</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Of what Hollywood has in store for you</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Then they dim the lights</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And soon the curtain's drawn</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me take you to a movie show </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I ain't talking 'bout no HBO</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I ain't talking 'bout Netflix or Hulu</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I just don't know who</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Those tiny screens are for</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And all you need to enter the club</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Is an usher to tear your stub</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When the story's all told</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Just tell 'em you saw it</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At a movie show </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: I did it! 31 songs in 31 days. Some got finished after midnight, but before going to bed, so they count in my book.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This song is about my next goal, which is to go see a sh!t ton of movies. I need to get caught up on my Oscar nominees, and I've seen next to none of them! </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I also used to work at a Movie theater. And in the 90s, I really wanted to be a screenwriter. I love music, but movies were my first passion. I still occasionally work on film projects. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyway, once I decided on the topic, two songs came to mind: "Movie Magg" by Carl Perkins and "Saturday Night at the Movies" by the Drifters. I love both those songs, but the Drifters' rhythms were more appealing. In fact, I actually found myself drawn to the rhythm of their song "Save the Last Dance for Me"-- which is only one of the greatest songs ever written; so if I was going to be inspired by something, it might as well be that. Anyway, that's what the rhythm to my song started from.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">As I was writing, I realized that the melody I was coming up with was pretty similar to "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli. So I had to tweak the melody a little bit to differentiate. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Recording this was a chore! That bridge was really difficult to sing. It's not even because it's at the top of my range, but something about the change was making it very hard to nail the note. I actually tried doing as much as two full steps lower, but I was even more pitchy when singing it. I mostly get it in this take. But you know what? This is about writing songs, not necessarily about me being able to sing them. Somebody else might want to sing it...</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hey, it's been a fabulous month! I've had a total blast, and I'm glad to have done it again after two years off. I plan to write a more in depth wrap up post tomorrow. But for those of you who are actually listening to these tunes, then reading these blog entries, thank you! I'm honored to have had a chance to entertain you and show off a bit in the process. Cheers!</span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-19019230838780295702024-01-31T03:11:00.000-07:002024-01-31T03:11:09.555-07:00Day 30: The Future's Been Delayed<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="338" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/chq1D45qSTc" width="406" youtube-src-id="chq1D45qSTc"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 30: The Future’s Been Delayed</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Looks like there's a distribution problem</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Your order hasn't been fulfilled</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Could be lazy workers or a misunderstanding</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or perhaps you haven't paid the bill </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me show you this department</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And they will process your complaint</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">They'll set you up with an appointment </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With disappointment</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">'cause the future's been delayed</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Four years and a hundred thousand dollars </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Will earn you an entry level wage</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The newest software won't help you get promoted</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When it takes your job prospects away</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me show you this department</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And they will process your complaint</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hey, this daydream that you've brought us</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Ain't what they promised</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">So sorry, you're future's been delayed</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">By now, I thought I'd have a jet pack</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or else at least a flying car</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead we're gossiping on oh so many cameras</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I can't keep track of who they are</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me show you this department</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And they will process your complaint</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I just can't see where the hope is</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Where's the utopia?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh yea, that future's been delayed</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That future's been delayed</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: I was supposed to have a co-write today, but it fell through. Which is a shame, because I struggled tonight on my own. I love this writing project, but it's the end of the month and I'm ready to be done with it (just one more day!).</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Once again, I was completely blank. However, I did have a sense that I wanted to rock out. So I came up with that staccato strumming thing. Might sound better with an electric guitar, but I tried to make it rock. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I've been having issues with getting some medication from the pharmacy because of distribution issues, so that was the inspiration for the first verse. "The Future's Been Delayed" just sort of popped out while I was playing and around, and I dug it. That gave shape to the rest of the song, making it about upended expectations. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My voice was shot by the time I recorded this. I had to take the guitar down half a step. I've done that a couple times this month-- some of these songs will ideally be sun in a different key, and probably will be if I'm singing with a rested voice. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyway, this was another attempt at being political. Not sure if it works. </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-3470419777068679852024-01-31T02:48:00.000-07:002024-01-31T02:48:16.479-07:00Day 29: Have You Had Enough? (with Leah Casper)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="350" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Us2qO-mF4js" width="421" youtube-src-id="Us2qO-mF4js"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 29: Have You Had Enough? (with </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leah Casper</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Plant a seed and grow the branches</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let it rip and roll</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Take a sip of murky water</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Watch the undertow</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Stress fracture on a femur</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Keep it lifting up</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">ATP through the fibers</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Has it had a enough?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Has it had enough?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Has it had enough?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, has it had enough?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Perfect image visualized</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hidden Mise en scene</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Take a picture, heads up, asshole</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You stuck your dick in it</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Your twisted timelines will unravel</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Working off the cuff</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Cortisol through the bloodline</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Have you had enough?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Has it had enough?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Has it had enough?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, has it had enough?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: I worked a little bit with Leah just before the pandemic and haven't really followed up until now (aside from covering one of her songs "Alright" in the Summer of 2020-- you can find it on YouTube). </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leah reserved a space at </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The Music District</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> in Fort Collins. OMG, it is aMAZing!!!! It's a huge building with tons of recording spaces for bands and other meeting rooms. We were in a sizable performance hall. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leah had been listening to Tool lately, so that was on her mind. I don't know Tool that well, except that they were Ian Mackaye's follow-up project to Minor Threat, and that they had been part of the D.C. hardcore scene. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyway, Leah had suggested a cool process: we each wrote short words, phrases and sentences on a sheet of paper, then tore them off the page and mixed them up. We each chose a few of the scraps of paper and used them to guide where we went with the song. I can't remember the prompts, exactly, but it took us places. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leah has more of a free association process, whereas I like to talk about specific meanings and how they fit into the parts of the song. I think we reached a relative balance with what we came up with. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We were running out of time with the room reservation, so we had to make some quick choices, like not including a bridge or a third verse. But the moodiness of the song may be enough.</span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-36912737695801175902024-01-31T02:21:00.004-07:002024-01-31T02:21:35.046-07:00Day 28: There's A Hole In The Roof<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="342" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1OqnUJyoxso" width="412" youtube-src-id="1OqnUJyoxso"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 28: There’s A Hole In The Roof</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's a hole in the roof</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A hole in the roof again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's a hole in the roof</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A hole in the roof again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank God it isn't raining</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On this Godforsaken cottage I'm in</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's a crack in the window</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A crack in the window once more</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's a creak in the hinge</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A creak in the hinge on the door</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank God nobody's knocking</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I don't know what I'm locking it for</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the faucet is leaking</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The faucet is leaking, oh dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the foundation's sinking</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The foundation's been sinking all year</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank God the walls don't crumble</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And bury me in rubble down here</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's a vacancy in heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A vacancy in heaven, I've heard</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And if you want some company </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dear God, you know you can always </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Say the word</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: I'm really struggling to write at this point. Waited all day, then had a total blank when I got started. I decided to look back for one of the Fearless Songwriting prompts that I skipped earlier this month. The prompt I picked was "Tile on the roof".</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">As it happens, we've been looking to get some roof repairs done after last year's big hail storm, so I could relate. I mean, there are no actual leaks, but I've lived in places where there were, so I went there. There are also a lot of little repair jobs that need to be done, and it leaves me a little depressed at times. I've been a lifelong renter and have always asked the property owner to fix things. Unfortunately, the landlady passed away a year ago, so I'm more in charge of that sort of thing. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But that affected the tone of the song. I spent a lot of time grieving last year, and this song kind of captures that, just using the mounting maintenance issues as a metaphor for being down. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I wanted to just whip out a song. I'm tired and need a break from writing (almost done!). So there's no bridge here. I honestly don't think the song needs a bridge. So there you go...</span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-76798977720525664982024-01-28T00:09:00.000-07:002024-01-28T00:09:20.380-07:00Day 27: A Little Left Of Heaven (with Karen Horan)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="366" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tLLFZUh2p5c" width="440" youtube-src-id="tLLFZUh2p5c"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 27: A Little Left Of Heaven (with </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Karen Horan</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I let her go a year ago</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Couldn't hold her anyhow</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A restless heart is a slippery one</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That can't be tied down </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">She saw the world in colors</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But numbers were my thing</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I kept the ledger balanced </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">She brought the mystery</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A decorated envelope</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Perfumed with her scent</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">An open invitation to</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Come join me</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In my creation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I thought it all was frivolous</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">She left with my regrets</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I thought her lost forever</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But I held on to her address</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A cottage through a forest clearing</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Wildflowers, flowing creek</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The vastness of the cosmos</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">As far as you can see</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Come join me</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In my creation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My ledger was unbalanced</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Each day became more grey</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My frozen heart could only thaw</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">If I dropped my rigid ways</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I had your invitation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With it's colorful bouquet</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">What would happen if I joined you now</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And told you I had changed?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A decorated envelope</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Perfumed with her scent</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">An open invitation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A little left of heaven</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Come join me</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In my creation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This was Karen's first co-write! She had a quote in mind from Robert Plant; when asked to describe Jimmy Page and his guitar playing, Plant apparently said that Page is "a little left of heaven". And that's what we decided to work with. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We came up with the chord progression for the verse and pre-chorus first, before we had any words. Then when stumbled on the chord progression for the chorus and the words "A little left of heaven" fit perfectly. It was the words around that nugget that took some work. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Karen likes to do something I often do, which is mumble sing until more coherent words form. That's really great for co-writing, because your partner starts hearing the ghost of lyrics, too. Once we got a few words down, we developed a whole story about someone inviting an ex- to her new, somewhat non-traditional home. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Karen and I really worked at each line in this song, and I think our sensibilities supported each other pretty well. We were running a bit short on time when we finished up, so we had to make some quick choices. But I really like what we came up with! I look forward to working on it with her some more. </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-48751716870259109982024-01-27T01:58:00.000-07:002024-01-27T01:58:13.705-07:00Day 26: Brand New Day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="339" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NXqQRTsGI_w" width="408" youtube-src-id="NXqQRTsGI_w"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 26: Brand New Day</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Every morning when I rise</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Every morning when I rise</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To my feet</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I feel the rhythm of a song </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I feel the rhythm of a song </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With a marching beat </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then I put my new shoes on</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">An open door reveals the dawn </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And as I gaze upon the sun</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I walk away</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Into a brand new day</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In the evening when my body aches</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I pray to heaven for a bed to lay me down </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When I'm dreaming, it's a vivid picture</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">All the colors and the textures</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the sounds</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But then sensation starts to fade</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A cloud of darkness fills my brain</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then my mind rejuvenates</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And I awake</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To a brand new day</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A brand new day</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A brand new day</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A brand new day</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It's a brand new day</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Every morning I'm surprised</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Every morning I'm surprised</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It starts again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Again, again, again, again</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then I put some coffee on</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then I fight another yawn</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And in ten minutes I'll be gone</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And drive away </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Into a brand new day </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Boy, this was a tough one to write. I started with "Every morning when I rise" with that rapid fire phrasing, and that made everything harder. Because you can't just put any word in there and make it sound natural. I'm not sure it sounds natural even with the words I came up with, but I tried to find ones that fit the cadence. I liked the rhythmic hook of the song at first, but then I grew to hate it, then I started liking it again when I got closer to finishing it. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I went through several iterations of what it was about. The first verse came out plainly, but then what? At first I was going to go back to some bad experience the singer had the night before, or some weeks ago-- anyway, something that was eating at him. Then the idea was that he starts out feeling good, but by the end of the day he's depressed again, but then sleeping makes him feel better in the morning, and so on. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I couldn't seem to make that work, so I decided to make the second verse more generic. Just describing what it's like to go to bed at the end of the day.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The bridge is a cop out; and I threw it in there just to get it done. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The final verse was cool. I like that it turned out to be less optimistic and more realistic than the first verse. I have a hard time writing 100% happy songs. </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-83188055277854928932024-01-26T00:24:00.000-07:002024-01-26T00:24:24.600-07:00Day 25: I Want To Write A Love Song<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="345" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZVFC_8Ts-NA" width="415" youtube-src-id="ZVFC_8Ts-NA"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 25: I Want To Write A Love Song </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to write a love song </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With the sweetest words </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to write a sonnet </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">'bout the butterflies and birds</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to wax poetic</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">'bout the moon, the stars, the sun</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But I don't want to write a tune</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That no one hears</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or write a verse for someone</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Who is blank between the ears</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or craft a clever lyric</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That details the ways</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The days turn into years</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to write a love song </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With a catchy melody</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Bring in an ensemble</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With angelic harmonies</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And play it with a rhythm</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">So we all can dance along</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But I don't want to write a tune</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That no one hears</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or write a verse for someone</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Who is blank between the ears</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or craft a clever lyric</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That details the ways</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The days turn into years</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But I can't deny</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The music in my mind</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The underlying structure</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the phrasing of the lines</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And I think of someone beautiful</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then I think I'm just the fool</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To try</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I want to write a love song </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dedicated to the void </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And play it for the ladies </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Even if they get annoyed</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And strum on my guitar and sing </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Until somebody comes</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And write for them a wistful tune</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">They'd love to hear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Compose a set of verses</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That are pleasing to their ears</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And craft a clever lyric</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That details the ways</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Our days turn into years</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: I saw a clip on Instagram of Ray Davies of The Kinks accepting their induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. In his speech he said "I guess this means that Rock & Roll is finally respectable" (pause for the applause from the audience) "What a bummer..."</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This had me thinking about The Kinks who, on any given day, I might consider my all-time favorite band (there's certainly no band I like more). Ray Davies was a very prolific writer, and to be sure, he wrote a lot of songs I don't like. But his good songs are truly glorious (not to forget his much less prolific brother, Dave Davies, who wrote some of the band's best songs-- very talented family). </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">So today is my tribute to The Kinks. Their song "Animal Farm" is one of my all-time favorite songs, and I found myself playing around with that chord progression. I wasn't going to try to write up to that standard, but I did want to write something that felt Kinksy. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The theme is me just working through stuff from the last year. When you're grieving, it's a tough time to be alone, and it's hard to turn it around on a moment's notice. Not in a healthy way, that is. But there have definitely been times in my life when I had love to give but couldn't find the right person to give it to. </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-6784159117344331952024-01-25T01:51:00.000-07:002024-01-25T01:51:12.854-07:00Day 24: Metropolis Optometrist<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="353" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qbcxXwcS2X0" width="425" youtube-src-id="qbcxXwcS2X0"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 24: Metropolis Optometrist </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m a little embarrassed to say that this is part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024. But hey, it’s a song…</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I am the optometrist</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And I live in Metropolis</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And I contend</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That this Clark Kent</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Has made a fool of all of us</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">His famous pair of glasses</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Just frames that have no lenses</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And when he stares</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At Miss Lane's rear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Her pants have no defenses</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">His X-ray eyes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Can see her thighs</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then he flies away</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">What does he do</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In the solitude</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Of his fortress, I can't say</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I am the examiner</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Of ocular parameters</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And I can see</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">How he deceives</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Young Jimmy Olsen's camera</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">No one seems suspicious</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Even Perry White's oblivious</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To his star reporter's</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Fondness for</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Miss Catherine Grant's new minidress</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">His X-ray eyes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Can see her thighs</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And then he flies away</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">What does he do</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">In the solitude</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Of his fortress, I can't say</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Mister Luther, I need your aid</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For my solution to end his charade</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I know his secret, I know I'm right</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Please help me give him rims </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Of green kryptonite</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The Daily Planet's healthcare plan </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Will be the end of Superman</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And once addressed</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">His vision test</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Will surely be his last exam</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I am the Optometrist</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Eye doctor of Metropolis</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I will protect all of us</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I am the Optometrist</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: This is a convoluted one. I challenged a friend of mine to paint a picture to the same prompt I was going to write a song to. The prompt was "Hide in Plain Sight" and was from the Fearless Songwriting challenge from a couple weeks ago, but I didn't use it at the time. So that was the theme I was working with tonight.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Earlier in the day I heard a version of "One More Day" from Les Miserables, and I thought about doing some sort of theatrical song a la stage musicals. I don't generally like stage musicals, though I can appreciate the artistry behind them. But that got me thinking about this compilation of Disney songs reinterpreted by popular performers, specifically Tom Waits' version of "Heigh Ho (the Dwarf's Marching Song)" which then reminded me of his original song "Singapore", which totally influenced the rhythm of my song. I was going to try to sing it like Tom Waits, but damn, that's screws up my voice pretty quickly.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On top of all that, I went to the Ophthalmologist today for a long overdue eye exam. It was a topic that jived with the "Hidden in Plain Sight" theme. I went with Optometrist over Ophthalmologist because I thought it was more musical. Then once I got going, the Clark Kent reference just popped out and I was thinking "Well, of course an optometrist would notice that Clark Kent's glasses are fake". And then I made him suspicious that Superman is pervy about using his X-ray vision.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">*sigh*</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Anyway, that's how it happened...</span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-20362018092879363102024-01-24T16:57:00.005-07:002024-01-24T16:57:44.918-07:00Day 23: Dog Stars (with H)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="347" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wJ1smDcDNn8" width="417" youtube-src-id="wJ1smDcDNn8"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 23: Dog Stars (with </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">HL Howells</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dog Star</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">1/23/24 – David Coile &amp; H. Howells ��</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Narrator:</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This is a story about breaking free,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Sneaking out of the maze of domestication.</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Sidewalks, and leashes, and having to heel</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Working for morsels, being tempted to steal</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Fences are looming on every side</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Buildings eclipse our view of the sky</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dog:</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Nose to the ground, leash dragging behind</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Eyes closed / Ears closed / All the world comes through my nose</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Follow this scent to where it goes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Sneaking, seeking, no one knows</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">What I know, I know, I can find</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Narrator:</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And so our hero follows the nose,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leaving behind the familiar skyline</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Spurred onward by the earthy fecal scent of the doings of unknown beings gone before,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Their hooves and claws have scarred the earth, revealing the score</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Fallen bones, rules unknown</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Flesh rotting off of those who never make it home</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dog:</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Coolness descends, night’s digging in</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Fingers of darkness bleed through my flesh, beneath my skin</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Pick up the pace, to flee this place</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The branches crack, the sky goes black</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The blinding light of lightning strikes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m the bulls-eye for the sky to aim</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">All around me turns to flame</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dog: (Bridge)</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Mind makes revoultions</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Heart makes dissolutions</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There is no solution</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Pray for absolution</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Can’t escape the mystery</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Falling down from these trees</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Into burning embers</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lose all that I remember</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">All . . . my . . . howls . . . break free . . .</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My . . . soul . . . wails . . . please, please, please</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Narrator: (Bridge)</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Certain all is lost, doesn’t hear the coming whisper of the rain</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Waves of rain / Quench the fire / as quickly as I came</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Tears from the sky / wash clean the eyes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Heavens break open</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the clouds free, squealing,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Tails between their legs</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Dog: (Coda)</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Water pours from my nose / puddles flood my toes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Understanding ringing / dripping from my lips</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">My life has been spared / I’m no longer scared</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But I lost my purchase / on my one wish</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This is not my forest / Can’t pretend to own it</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">She took mercy on me / I do not deserve it</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Can’t escape the beauty / Finally see the beauty</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">- In owning nothing / Everything is singing</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Narrator: (Coda)</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And so our hero lays down to rest</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Vanquished by the knowledge that nothing is ours</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And all victory is an illusion</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But each of us, from the soggy forest floor,</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Can see the stars . . .and the darkness </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I got to our writing session a bit late, even though I actually showed up early and thought I had time to get a car wash... but I was wrong.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">H is and I had talked before about songwriting on my Raw Songwriting podcast, but I got to experience her process first hand here. One thing I knew was that I wanted to write something using one of the latin rhythms she favors. She educated me about a couple of them, but we decided to with the Guapango rhythm. She said she wanted me to do some talk singing (to which I suggested we could have a narrator), which she's heard me a do a bit of. So that's what we started off with. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">H had brought up the idea of not having to own something in order for it to be yours, which I thought was a beautiful concept, so that's what we decided to focus on. I can't remember how we got around to the dog metaphor, but I know that I pushed for more of an extended metaphor-- H would normally toggle back and forth between metaphor and directly personal. For me, metaphor IS personal, though maybe not direct. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">H has a fascinating process. She basically thinks in poetry. When I'm writing by myself, I worry about being way too straight-forward with my lyrics, to the point that I'll do a first draft then go back over them to find a better way to make them interesting. But as we were discussing the story and message of the song, she would take whatever plain thing I said and made it beautiful. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">She also has a non-linear way of writing it all down. She was writing on multiple pages and then numbering them to determine what order they were supposed to go. She also would brainstorm some words, then reorganize them based on if they were appropriate for major or minor chords, the various sections, rhythms. It was fascinating, but very different than my own process-- I had a hard time keeping up!</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'd say that H did most of the actual writing, and my input was more in the conceptualization and organization of the story and parts of the song. H is a force of nature, and it was super fun to work with her on this tune! </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-73383287161722413812024-01-23T00:38:00.004-07:002024-01-23T00:38:41.681-07:00Day 22: 7 Steps (with Todd Hawkins)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="352" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BIJfTf36O9g" width="424" youtube-src-id="BIJfTf36O9g"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 22: 7 Steps (with </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Todd Hawkins</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's something wrong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I can smell it in the air</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I can hear it in your groans</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I can see you're in despair</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Your breath is short</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You got shallow aspirations</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">What's causing you to choke?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you need more respiration?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Don't panic; What happened? </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let's review your situation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We'll find you some relief</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Some new alleviation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">These 7 steps will help you</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To ease your aggravation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Check the scene</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Is it safe for us to be here?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Is there any risk</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or are we out of danger?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Are you hot? Are you cold?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Are you numb or are you dizzy?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We can always call for help</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And hope they're not too busy</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Don't panic; What happened? </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let's review your situation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We'll find you some relief</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Some new alleviation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">These 7 steps will help you</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To ease your aggravation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you can breathe again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you can be free again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you can relax</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Don't panic; What happened? </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let's review your situation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We'll find you some relief</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Some new alleviation</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">These 7 steps will help you</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">To ease your aggravation</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you can breathe again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you can be free again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Now you can relax</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: Todd came over with an electric guitar and amp and said he was in the mood for grunge or some straight-forward rock and roll. He also mentioned that he just took a CPR class. Anyway, that was enough to get us started.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm a big fan of what I call "jargon songs". I like to look at a glossary on a certain topic, pick out all the terms that have double meanings, then try to construct a song with them. Todd and I have written three other songs together, and we've tried this technique before. So we looked up CPR and First Aid terms, as well as the steps you follow when performing CPR (that's where we got 7 steps). We decided to keep the specifics of the emergency hidden-- was this a physical or an emotional crisis?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It was fun working with an electric guitar, and I always enjoy writing with Todd. Though that last couple songs seem to send me into the upper registers-- it's tough for me to hit those notes!</span><br /></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-57625210138523240742024-01-23T00:38:00.003-07:002024-01-23T00:38:34.347-07:00Day 21: Euphonious (with Karen Finch)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="377" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jAUIeMBQqhM" width="453" youtube-src-id="jAUIeMBQqhM"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 21: Euphonious (with </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Karen Finch</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">They say I have a voice for radio</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And a face to match</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But if you knew me</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You'd know I had too many</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Eggs to hatch</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm an opportunistic </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Don't go ballistic</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Snatch and run kind of guy</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">If you got the cash </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I got something here</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I know you want to buy</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I can get you to dance</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Get you out of your pants</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With a voice like honey</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Talk you out of your money </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And have you begging for more</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm an opportunistic </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Don't go ballistic</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Snatch and run kind of guy</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">If you got the cash </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I got something here</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I know you want to buy</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With a silvery tongue</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I strike the unsuspecting</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">With my Ponzi-scheme prattling</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I leave their minds a-rattling</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And walk away with their net worth</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm an opportunistic </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Don't go ballistic</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Snatch and run kind of guy</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">If you got the cash </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I got something here</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I know you want to buy</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I had just come from a birthday party and Karen had just come from a jam session; we both were pretty tired as we put this together. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Someone at the birthday party had said that I had a radio voice. I've gotten that a lot over the years, and though it's meant as a compliment, I've never felt compelled to start a radio show (though I do host a podcast, which is almost the same thing!). Karen was worried that she may have fallen for some sort of pandemic related scam. Anyway, we decided to merge the topics into a character study about a con man with a smooth voice. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We worked out the lyrics first, then Karen figured out the chord progression on the guitar. It came out much quicker than I was expecting. We had written several verses and just realized we had enough to constitute a song. Recording it didn't involve too many takes, either. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I think this is the fifth song I've written with Karen, and it's always a fun time. </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-77602476458486639312024-01-20T23:03:00.000-07:002024-01-20T23:03:19.616-07:00Day 20: Time<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="345" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qezc5C3hww8" width="415" youtube-src-id="qezc5C3hww8"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 20: Time</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Time, there's not enough time</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Time, just not enough time</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A second hand will not embrace you</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Time will leave you behind</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Time, like a runaway bride</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Will leave you all alone at the alter</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leave you all alone to say your vows</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Time, there's not enough time</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Time, just pay it no mind</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For in the end, this all will have happened</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And in the end, we all say goodbye</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I had a co-write scheduled tonight and, due to miscommunication, we didn't have enough time to finish a song. We got about halfway through, and I was going to take it home and finish it on my own, but I couldn't make it sound right without the other instrument playing with my guitar. So I decided to whip up another song instead with the theme of time getting away from you.</span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-54445812054486020472024-01-19T14:41:00.000-07:002024-01-19T14:41:34.673-07:00Day 19: Hike & Cry (with Cheyenne Dane)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="369" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/u8sbUHME0us" width="444" youtube-src-id="u8sbUHME0us"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 19: Hike & Cry (with </span><span class="xv78j7m" spellcheck="false" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Cheyenne Dane</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Got a backpack</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Got some snacks</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Water bladder</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hiking pants</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Barefoot shoes</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Tell the kids</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'll be home </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Late afternoon</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Let my feet </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Take me places</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Aspen groves </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Stoned faces</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Going on a hike & cry</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Trying to find out the reason why</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You're such a ding dong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For breaking my heart</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You're such a ding dong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For breaking my heart</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And if I disappear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leave me gifts, my dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At the cock rock, baby</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leave 'em at the cock rock, baby</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Goin' round</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Round Mountain </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Goin' 'round</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And around</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Cliffhanger</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On the edge</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Looking for perspective</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Clear my head</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Reach the top</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">None to be found </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">All that's there</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">A piled rock mound</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Surrounded by pines</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Far as I can see</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There's no resolution</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On this hike for me</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Going on a hike & cry</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Trying to find out the reason why</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You're such a ding dong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For breaking my heart</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">You're such a ding dong</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For breaking my heart</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And if I disappear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leave me gifts, my dear</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">At the cock rock, baby</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Leave 'em at the cock rock, baby</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I love writing with Cheyenne because I never know where our song is going to end up. I don't think any of our co-writes sound like either of our individual styles. That's the best kind of co-write, IMO. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Cheyenne's been going through some stuff right now, and I asked her what she does to escape from it. She said that she likes to go to Round Mountain to hike. We listed all the stuff that she does to prepare for a hike and then what she was likely to find on the trails. When she's driving to the trailhead, she tends to listen to Bass or House music, so we thought it'd be fun to try to mimic that rhythmic feel.</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Cheyenne had already written some poetry with the line "You're a ding dong for breaking my heart" so we incorporated that into the chorus. She had also once left a note up on the trail that said "If I disappear, leave me gifts on the cock rock" and I insisted that the line be in the song. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">This came together rather quickly and smoothly. I think it's super fun and danceable! </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704527464642405721.post-88775988877112368512024-01-19T00:17:00.000-07:002024-01-19T00:17:37.638-07:00Day 18: Baby, Who Hurt You?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="363" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aMxhhORhkiA" width="437" youtube-src-id="aMxhhORhkiA"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Day 18: Baby, Who Hurt You? </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Part of my song-a-day writing project for January 2024</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Lyrics:</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I can leave you alone</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">If that's how you want it to be</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But the reasons why</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, there's still some mystery</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Come on, give me a clue</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, baby, who hurt you?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, the feelings of Love </span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Ain't always reciprocal</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But to feel it at all</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It's still something beautiful</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Something we could work through</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But somebody hurt you</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">It don't have to be cruel</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, baby, who hurt you?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Even the best of friends</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Can't always be lovers</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But there are still secrets</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">They share with one another</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Before they fall away</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I guess that this is goodbye</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Or until we meet again</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And you may not speak to me</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But I'll always have the question</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I wish that I knew</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, baby, who hurt you?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Come on, tell me the truth</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, baby, who hurt you?</span><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby, who hurt you?</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">***</span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Details: </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Not much to say about this one. I started with a beat like "Keeping the Faith" by Billy Joel or "Faith" by George Michael, and then used the song to work out some personal sh!t. Pretty straight-forward song. </span></p>David Coilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07952698740022104970noreply@blogger.com0