The Meaning

 

The Attraction

 

The First Time

 

The Bliss

 

The Good, the Bad and the Lovely

 

The Money, the Power, the Women

 

The Law

 

The Pilgrimage

 

The Surreal

 

The Message

 

The Messenger

 

The Record

 

The Graces

 

 

 

 

 

The Message

 

I’m not a prolific songwriter. I’ve been writing songs for over ten years. It is by virtue of time that I’ve acquired a significant body of work. I can’t set out to write a song, and yet they come to me. It is a mysterious process that only comes if I’m in particular state of mind. I find that state lies between two worlds.

 

     I suspect that I’m a bit “bipolar”. As I oscillate between the stable and the unstable, I notice a certain lucidity emerges. It’s that state that allows me to craft words into melodies, and melodies into songs. It’s much like catching a wave. When I do, and it’s usually in the middle of the night, I ride it out and hopefully write a song.

 

     I write what I know. For the longest time, the only thing I knew was myself. My songs were about me-me-me. It’s only recently that I started writing about other things and other scenarios. I guess I realized people underground can only take so much of my drama.

 

     I’m maturing. With a better sense of self, of the world, and of who we are, I feel I write songs that more and more people can relate to.

 

     If I did have a particular message…. It would be in the nature of what I do for a living, not what I say.

 

 

The Messenger

 

The electric bass, in my opinion, is the most versatile instrument in the world. For one, unlike the piano, you can take it anywhere. What other instrument can you play a single note on, or a single line motif, and truly make people dance?  The most muscular instrument in an ensemble, it can pivot in any direction and assert the course of a jam. It’s half of the rhythm section, but it can also jump forward and solo. Always supportive, but can it be supported?  You can pluck it, pick it, pop it, slap it, strum it, do anything you want to it. If you can’t fully compose on it and accompany yourself with it, someone should tell me before it’s too late. I love it.

 

     In the beginning, what I heard inside my head was not necessarily what came out of my mouth. How I survived my first years underground, I don’t know. I’m a singer, because I’m a songwriter. My songs are my children. To keep them from being adopted, I’ve taken it upon myself to sing the best I can. I’m not a naturally gifted singer. Although I could have taken lessons, it is the self discovery of my voice that fulfills me. It is through the sheer repetition of my songs that I’ve acquired any proficiency.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Meaning

 

The Attraction

 

The First Time

 

The Bliss

 

The Good, the Bad and the Lovely

 

The Money, the Power, the Women

 

The Law

 

The Pilgrimage

 

The Surreal

 

The Message

 

The Messenger

 

The Record

 

The Graces