There’s Something (Irv Said)

There’s Something (Irv Said)


My last dispatch was from as far away as I could get this summer, the tip of a peninsula off Nova Scotia. After that, we spent a few days by Lake Ossipee in New Hampshire before returning to the Texas heat. I especially appreciated those last few days of vacation knowing they would soon end. Walking back from the beach by the lake, I started singing to myself: “There’s nothing like the sun and the sand…” and this song was born. That night I fell asleep to the rain in the trees and had a vivid nightmare (as I often did while away). When I arrived back home to happy dogs that needed walking and wilting plants that needed watering, I was glad to be busy back home. That’s the story told in the verses of this song about how getting away is made sweeter by impending return. And how what we learn while away is buried back in our busy days.
Lake Ossipee
My daughter Anais playing with her cousin in Lake Ossipee on a cloudy day
The chorus comes from another place, Irvin Yalom, a great psychiatrist whose books I discovered last year. In the relaxed mood of unscheduled afternoons I thought about his existential view of the human condition (which you will discover upon listening) and how we make peace on those ideal days with all the difficult realities we must return to.
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There's Something (Irv Said)
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There’s Something (Irv Said)

Capo on 3rd fret G                                                  D There’s nothing like the sun and the sand C                                              G The feeling of a smooth rock in the palm of your hand Em                              B7 Sneaking a peek at the girls getting tans C                                              D Forgetting for an hour about all of your plans There’s something ’bout wind and the waves Lying on the beach just watching kids play Everything’s so simple when you’re not in the maze But you know you’ve got go home in a few days Em                      Bm Your isolation, your mortality C                                                G Your meaninglessness and your freedom Em                        B7 As Irvin said, these four things are given C                                          D Now it’s up to you to do go something with em There’s nothing like the rain in the trees Outside your window as you’re falling asleep Waking to the thunder in the middle of the night Staring at the dark between the flashes of light There’s something bout a dream that so real You know it’s not true but it’s all you can feel I dreamt that you left me cause I didn’t understand In the morning you told me you’d never abandon me Isolation, mortality Meaninglessness a-and freedom As Irvin said, these four things are given So get out of your head and find yourself a rhythm There’s nothing like arriving back home When you’ve been gone for a while and your sick of the road The dogs are all their wagging their tails at the door You water the plants feeling totally restored There’s something out there calling your name It opens a door on how the whole thing gets framed But back in your bed you sleep so long and deep That you forget what it said like a secret you keep Isolation, mortality Meaninglessness a-and freedom As Irvin said, these four things are given So take a nice vacation and go do some livin! There’s something.

Icy Cinema: July 7, 2018

Darrel and I joined Gray around the baby grand piano again a few Saturdays ago, which Gray had prepared in some interesting ways, as you will hear in a few of these tunes. I am proud of our patience during this session; it is a generally calm, relaxing meditation.

Here are some videos I shot as we warmed up including Darrel with prepared guitar and Gray playing a Steely Dan song called Pearl of the Quarter.

Brier Island Acoustic

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Brier Island Acoustic
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I’m writing from Nova Scotia, Canada, far away from the Texas heat, in a rental house overlooking Brier Island on the Bay of Fundy. The rental said there would be a guitar, but alas, no guitar!

I was about to despair when I looked up to see my mother-in-law—who had wandered down the cove—walking back with a guitar across her chest. She’d met a fisherman named Beau Bobby who spontaneously offered a guitar and threw in three pounds of fresh halibut besides!

So I sat on the porch overlooking the ocean with seabirds singing and composed this acoustic instrumental in honor of Beau Bobby, our seaside paradise, and everyday miracles. I hope it brings you the smell of sea air and the sweet slow pace of a cool summer getaway.

Here are some of my favorite photos from the coast:
Colorful fishing boats

Seaweed in tide pool

Old boat house in the fog

Abandoned house

Bright green seaweed

Colorful kairn

Anais and Maile on rocks

Icy Cinema: June 25, 2018

Several weeks ago Icy Cinema played our first gig, an evening of ambient music called enoscapes1, which was wonderful. The recording didn’t turn out great, so Darrel and I joined Gray in his music room on Monday night to record the three tunes we performed that night. Here they are.

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Opening - 6/25/18
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Narcokleptophiliac - 6/25/18
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Holiday Jive - 6/25/18
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Enoscapes1 flyer

Here are Darrel and Gray getting sounds as we set up.

 

Love Rescue Me

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Love Rescue Me
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One song that sticks with me, one that I wished I’d written from the first time I heard it, is Love Rescue Me by U2 (with Bob Dylan). I often sing it to myself as a creed, a prayer. I love how the last lines reframe the present with a sober hope that reach for a better tomorrow.

I’ve conquered my past
The future is here at last
I stand at the entrance to a new world I can see.
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me.
Love, rescue me.

As the story goes, Bono was in L.A. on the Joshua Tree tour when he woke up with this song in his head, wondering if it was a Dylan song. So he drove out to visit Bob in Malibu and the two finished it together.

Love balloon

City of Austin Street Performer

When Austin’s Music and Entertainment Division launched a pilot program to pay musicians to be street performers, I applied. I got an email a month ago and today made $150 for playing an hour set at 500 W. 2nd St.

Luckily there was a little shade tree I could stand beneath and a breeze to keep me from sweltering. It turned out to be a lovely hour where I tested out my new busking rig (a Roland Street Cube) and streamed it via Facebook Live. I start singing at about 2:10.

Thank you, Austin!

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