Reconstructing my voice

Fair point.

If you ever get in a conversation with me about music — it will be hard to shut me up. I typically don’t recommend it.

It’s not just fangirling either. I started singing young, participating in competitive vocal events as early as fourth grade. I picked up random instruments here or there (I would really love to get a dulcimer again) but mostly enjoyed singing and writing.

In high school I started having stomach troubles which I shrugged off because I figured it was part of the chronic anxiety & agoraphobia (or drugs I was taking to manage the conditions), but by the time I was in college I was profoundly ill.

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Ukulele post: I’ll be your song

This song is a whole cornfield & I can’t help but stan.

I’m good at love songs. \m/

From Heart’s “Dreamboat Annie,” “(Love Me Like Music) I’ll Be Your Song” is a sweet ballad that happens to use the right chords as I continue my quest to throw as many C major songs as possible at D.

The original notation I found used in Bb the last line of the chorus — which I think may actually be there in the second chorus when you repeat the line — however for our uses I’m going to sub in Bdim7.

Bb is a lot more comfortable for my spindly alien fingers, but the dim7 chord fits better to my ear on initial playthroughs. The Bb is more drama & def feels like spice for the last chorus.

Also, I subbed in Dm for the D & it rings right to me.

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Ukulele post — One Tin Soldier

Something, something, my approach to new mediums/instruments…

I’ve been trying to pull anyone & everyone who will listen into playing ukulele with me. It’s probably one of the most accessible instruments — with decent quality ukes priced around $100 & what I’d consider a more compact & easy to use fretboard compared to guitar & bass (as someone who plays all three instruments).

I also feel like if you’re creating work in any other medium, diving into music is not just fun but another chance to be inspired & connect with art.

I’m going to spare the extended sales pitch, but if you’re interested, I post bits of things on my Instagram & post here from time to time. I recently posted a short clip that included chords in the key of C major. The next step was finding some music that utilized those chords.

Easy enough, Kate Rusby’s version of “Blooming Heather” is a perfect spring song, Hole’s “Petals” also has the spring vibe. Then there’s “Love Me Like Music I’ll Be Your Song” from Heart’s “Dreamboat Annie” album (prob one of my all time favorite albums) and “Just Say” by Fastbacks. & I will get to those songs…

But what I landed on for my first song using these chords is “One Tin Soldier” by Coven, which happens to be the theme to the 1971 film “Billy Jack.” Why would I go at this first even though there’s a key change & it’s not even particularly springy?

I’m actually working through these with fam I’m trying to get started on ukulele & she happens to be living with my parents during this quarantine period. This is relevant because “Billy Jack” is my mom’s favorite movie & “One Tin Soldier” is one of her favorite songs. So, I’m admittedly using my influence to get D into something my mom will definitely appreciate. 🙂

So, let’s get this laid out…

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LE’s grand theory of doing shit

This is the first of three articles about how my philosophical & spiritual ideas inform my creative work. I’m writing these in spring of 2020 in the throes of isolation, presented with a unique opportunity to sit with my thoughts.

I am good at lots of things.

I know it’s the middle of Camp NaNoWriMo & National Poetry Month. I know I should be sticking to the things I have set goals for. But the twin influence of isolation & immersion in my projects has my roots itching. & so I’m going to freewrite a bit about why I am the insufferable way I am & why I love all the people who do the things they do.

I’m promising no specific organization & stumble forward with the rustiest non-fic organizational instinct remembered from my days of working at a community newspaper.

The good news is that this blog is in large an exercise of how much of my voice the void can swallow. & if you are out there in the void making your own shit, I love you and here’s why…

It all started with William Blake.

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Day one

I’m all about fighting the darkness w pickles & questionable “art.”

It’s April 1st, the first day of National Poetry Writing Month, National Poetry Month, & Camp NaNoWriMo.

I plan to write daily posts — *slaps roof of blog* this baby can fit so much weird laugh-crying, is this art? But is it, motherfucker?

Luckily, I can’t tag art decider in here, but I can make myself post every day even if all I offer is a whiny admission that brain no worky & a short ramble about a piece of work I like much more than my own.

My plan is to have structured posts sharing a favorite piece of poetry & a quick paragraph or two about how the piece affected me personally; my own daily efforts for the NaPoWriMo program; and if applicable, a quick ramble about other shit I did to pad my camp count.

So without further bullshit, let’s roll into today’s selections…

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Ukulele post: Tighter & Tighter

The first time I saw a Soundgarden video, I wasn’t supposed to see it.

It was the late ’90s & we still had a wooden box-style ’80s era TV that took up huge chunk of the living room in the drab-brown double-wide trailer I grew up in.

My parents went to bed early, so after 8 p.m. the living room was abandoned & the door to their bedroom was shut to keep our Miniature Schnauzer Doogie in & out of mischief. They had a TV in their room & slept with it on, allowing us to get away with a good amount of noise elsewhere in the house.

Later in the evening, my brother & I would sneak out of our rooms & meet in front of the TV in hopes of catching a rerun of Beavis & Butt-Head without dad’s head exploding. It was during one of those evenings when I first heard Soundgarden, drifting through the shrieking & cackling of the dumbass duo — “A black hole is like this giant bunghole in outer space…”

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2019: Music

I’m a pro dancer, just ask anyone who has witnessed me seizing at a show.

It’s almost the end of the year & social media is full of people posting their end of the year/decade Spotify wraps.

I’ve really only used Spotify for a few months, but I’ve been using for years (and it includes all my recent Spotify plays) so I’m going to use that data & write a bit about the old standards & new releases that got me through this flaming garbage barge of a year.

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