Songs I Like - I Saw The Light

1972 was a memorable year for me, but not in a good way.  In May of that year, my mother died.  I was 14 and devastated, but one of the ways that I found to express my grief was by writing songs.

Whenever I see the song title "I Saw The Light" I'm reminded of the old bluegrass song, but there is actually another song that was a hit for Todd Rundgren in 1972 by the same name.

The other night I was in Vancouver watching Ringo and His All Star Band, and had the pleasure of seeing Rundgren perform his song live along with Ringo and members of Toto, Santana and Mr. Mister. Funny thing was that back in 1972, I didn't know it was Todd Rundgren who wrote it because I didn't pay as much attention to artists as I did to songs back then.  I do remember the song Hello It's Me being attributed to Rundgren, and he performed that one as well the other night.  But I can't say that I knew Bang On The Drum, It Wouldn't Have Made Any Difference and Love Is The Answer were Rundgren songs either. They were all on the set list that night.

I Saw The Light and Love Is The Answer, which came later, definitely had an impact on my early songwriting, especially because of the major and minor seventh chords in each of them.  When I discovered those chords and moved between them on my guitar, I was utterly hooked and ended up writing quite a few songs with those chord combinations.  It wasn't until the other night, however, that I made that connection and realized those songs came from the same person.  So thanks, Todd, without question you inspired my songwriting.

The genre of I Saw The Light was called "soft rock", which was how I described my early songwriting.  You don't see references to that very much these days;  it was a 70's genre for sure. There was even a Soft Rock Cafe in Kitsilano, a suburb of Vancouver, where I occasionally performed in the late 70's and early 80's.

Whenever I'm meeting new guitar students, I inevitably ask them what kind of music they like.  It occurs to me that more often than not, the younger ones have more trouble defining a genre or an artist, and simply go by the song.  That's probably the truth of it;  songs by themselves stick with us and early on in our lives we don't pay much attention to anything else.

I Saw The Light is so very 70's :-).  Beyond that, I will just let it speak for itself! 

~ IJ

Writer's Block - No Such Thing?

I came across an article the other day where the author insisted that writer's block really didn't exist. My guess is that he was trying to draw attention to his blog by coming up with something that might be, in the songwriter's world, considered "controversial". Like a sucker, I was drawn in and I protested his claims, and therefore I guess I did exactly what he wanted. I engaged.

There's more advice on songwriting on the web these days than there ever has been. If nothing else, MY only piece of advice to you is to consider who is writing this stuff before using it. Or believing it.

Writer's block exists. I know, because I have it. In a bad way.

I have been writing songs since I was 12 years old. I'm not saying I wrote every day, or that I have a thousand songs to my credit. But I was consistently inspired and if not coming up with something new, always working on something unfinished. A couple of years ago, I finished my last song, and that was a laborious task because I had been working on it for some time. My excuse might be that I have had a lot of personal things to overcome, one being the death of my father last December after a long battle with Alzheimer's. It wasn't fun and it shook me to the core. I kept telling myself that eventually this would give me fodder for more songs, but so far it really hasn't.

I was, however, inspired recently when I read an excerpt from an interview with Sting, who had a very long dry period until he went back to the town he grew up in, and found that writing in someone else's voice was his cure. He wrote from the perspective of the people who lived in his home town, past and present. I think that's a good idea. Not just the idea of going back to your home town, but trying to write in someone else's voice. I've rarely, if ever, done that. So I'm going to try.

I have written several articles on finding inspiration but when I wrote them I was having no trouble myself. I had a muse or two back then, but they have long gone. For awhile I told myself that maybe I just wasn't going to write any more, and I haven't pushed it. But since reading that little snippet by Sting, I have found the odd line or phrase or verse coming out. My intention is to continue to explore that.

I'll let you know how I'm progressing.

No such thing as writer's block? Yeah, sure.

IJ

Songs I (Almost) Like - Soul Meets Body

I have no idea what this song is about, and so if you think this is just going to be another gush about another song -- it isn't.

I really don't like it when songwriters just meander on in their own minds and then put it out there for others to try and swallow.  I think it's selfish and lazy.  And so, with apologies to Deathcab for Cutie (another conundrum, what the heck does that mean??), I love/hate their song "Soul Meets Body".

Musically, it is great, it is fun to play on guitar and the production and arrangement are excellent.  Lyrically, it is none of these things.  It starts out promisingly enough.  But how did you go from this beautiful, earthy description to a greyhound station?  And then back to the dirt?  And then "roads left in both our shoes"?  And eventually to a "brown eyes" that you want to hold near?  Come on, man, obscurity is no excuse for laziness!

Here are the lyrics for those of you who don't know the song:

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Some of you may say "who cares?  It's a great song!"  Yes and no.  Some of you might think you know what it means.  Maybe you do.  And the songwriter is counting on you coming to his rescue that way.  "You see?  People know what my song is about!"

If songwriters actually spent more time thinking about what they're actually saying instead of throwing a few obscure lines out there like feed to fish, we'd actually have something worth singing!

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