Sunday Song Challenge

Ok, here goes, first song of the challenge. I’m not sure if I have the kinks ironed out regarding posting videos on my blog. My first attempt failed yesterday and I pulled the post because the video wouldn’t display, and please let me know if there is an issue on your end. ( Thanks Marilee! ) This is a project I have been wanting to launch for some time; I’ve challenged myself with an overly ambitious exercise to write one original song a week, for as many weeks as I can, and post it. This might, no, I’m certain, will result in some lame ass material, so, goofy or not, you’re welcome to watch me fumble through.

This song is in response to the front line workers over the past year. Seven Bells is 7 pm when we all went out on our balconies and decks to give our thanks ~

HERO’S D. Brint, 2021

In the light that’s slowly fading, over empty city streets

Another shift is starting, shuffled in on tired feet

And they’re close to collapsing, from long hours on the line

And they crave what their heart’s thirsting

Just an end to these hard times

Marches and angry hollers, holding out their flags of doom

Their rhetorics hard to swallow, while we drown in this monsoon

But the giving that you’re giving, all the hearts that you have won

What will shine as bright as ever, is the work that you have done

A mother without her child, a husband without his wife

Behind these walls they’re exiled, In their last moments of life

And it’s you who held their hand, when no one could be there

We’re walking through a wasteland

Littered with our thoughts and prayers

Seven Bells called us out of hiding

With shouts of praise, this war that you’re fighting

Sound the drum for the bullets that you’re biting

You’ll walk the boulevard as hero’s

Lyle and John

Photo courtesy of the web

I crossed the water to see these guys a few nights ago at the theatre downtown, a great show. I adore Lyle, his vocal styling , his masterful writing and guitar prowess, and to be frank it was he that I was really excited about. I didn’t know a lot about John Hiatt, I knew some of his work, watched some You Tube videos, but all that changed with seeing him in live performance. He was Amazing. IS amazing. A harmonious contrast to Lyle and equally powerful.

Coupled with their (really funny! ) dry wit bantering it was an intimate, warm welcoming night with two of the best music masters,  made us feel we were just sitting with two guys singing and playing guitar in the living room.

Plugged In


At this moment I’m listening to the soundtrack from the film “Water” by Deepa Mehta. Not only has this film been and remains one of my top cherished since it premiered, it is the music that is so absolutely seductive to me, a work of music that is a venerational revelation through headphones. Which I have just re- discovered. Headphones. I only wish I had the big soft ones on right now, the ones that have you immersed and awash in liquid sound. Bliss. Because there is something more intimate about listening with those that completely envelop your ears in a soft embrace, unlike the hard iPhone ear buds I have in now- I prefer my ears cuddled for the full experience.

Ah, I’m melting- the track “Across the River.” You must listen to this.

There was a time I listened to music constantly and much of the time through headphones while I was a teenager. I had those big soft ones plugged into the family stereo and sat at the large dining room window that looked out over the Bay letting James Taylor, Cat Stevens, Seals and Crofts and Elton John and others smooth over my angst (teenager you know, ok, so I took the mellow route). But as I became an adult I didn’t have time for that sittin’ around plugged into my own world of sound anymore. I had to work, then I was a single mom and had to work, then I got married and gained a step-son, and worked some more. Who had the time?

Then  I just simply forgot about this luscious experience of seclusion into sound.

But as you may (or may not know if you haven’t read my previous posts) I am residing in my vinyl beach cabin and although I have my lap top and iTunes the Mac speakers are -well, ok. So last night I suddenly remembered I had packed my little ear buds that I’ve not used until now. Voila!

Ah, now La Boheme ! I have never listened to Opera with headphones on. Opera being a rather new musical taste acquisition. Stunning.

I must sound peculiar-so many people use headphones everyday whatever they’re doing.  At work, walking to the store, sitting in the park  with people around.

I can’t do that, I attempted it briefly when The Walkman was the big thing,  but I’d feel cut off from my environment. I found I cannot have my ears and head occupied with rhythms and melody while engaged in a physical task. Like walking. Or if I’m in a populated space. I must listen to my immediate surroundings if I’m out in the world. With headphones on and my ears seductively being drenched in my favorite music I could walk into a pole so easy.