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[track] wake up time

Sing a song for life in the morning
As the sunrise waltzes through leaves
Let all the anger and pain
And destructive refrains
Dissolve into your dreams

Maybe we’ll wake up
It’s time we wake up
Maybe we’ll wake up
Wake up time

The first thing you see before you open your eyes
Is the truest reflection of you
One day the first thing we’ll know
is a sunrise so slow
And a world renewed

PROCESS

My 66th(!) junto contribution was written and recorded on Monday evening 26 Sep 2016 while watching the 1st 2016 US Presidential debate (on mute, CSPAN only) with the project photograph (goo.gl/djQ31Y) in my field of vision on an iPad and a few glasses of Russian River Valley Pinot Noir in my bloodstream. This may be the most normie crossover americana country pop track EVER posted to the Junto, but I’ve embraced that side lately, perhaps as a contrarian move to a deep dive into the dark web and anonymity in the last year (as well as being the caretaker of a terminally ill dog).

Acoustic and electric rhythm guitars and vocals are organic. Drums, bass, Hammond B3, pedal steel, and horn parts are built from samples looped in Acid (total ~60 tracks through 11 busses). If you think there’s more than one human involved in this, I’ve done my job.

> 3/4 waltz + rock, 148 bpm.
> there are 27 figures in the graphic and the first verse has 27 words. couldn’t hold myself to that in the 2nd verse, but all’s forgiven.
> mostly a back-door tribute to Tony Rice’s version of A Song For Life, but not slavish in its ape.

Enjoy life, fellow Junto-ers. Embrace melody and structure every once in a while. There’s magic (and sanity) in the way a fifth and a third can play with each other.

Our world is fucked from here on forward, but fuck it.

:^D

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Image associated with this project is the (unintended, but used with approval) graphic score by Lark Pien.
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[track] Love In This Land

Written early July 2016 on the way home from a final visit to my wife’s family farm in Orrtanna, Pennsylvania, outside Gettysburg. RIP, Aunt Suzanne…

This track also grieves not for an America that was – but for an America that could have been.

A few hours west of the City line
About 200 miles as the crow flies
Your family farm up on that hill
A place that made time stand still

Where Saturday nights on the outskirts of town
and ways of life were hand-me-downs
Every sunrise let you know just where you stand

There was love in this land
But time made other plans
In time you’ll understand
How much love was in this land

Now we’re taking one last drive tonight
To say one long last goodbye
To the land that held your family name
Thru an America getting auctioned away

By a world designed with no stop just go
That knows you never miss what you never know
That’s countin’ on you to forget where you stand

And all the love in this land

When the radio starts playing favorite songs
You can’t help (but) wonder where we went wrong

The moms and dads pass’d away
The kids flew away on the interstate
The farm is now in other hands
It’s up to you to still give a damn


[track] That Old Guitar

Country-fried me.
special lead guitar guest star: Jason Perkel (switchfactory.com | soundcloud.com/switch-factory | soundcloud.com/halfofsf)

My wife comes from the South Side of Chicago,
and when she first brought me back in ‘ninety four,
down in the basement of her childhood home
I found an old guitar.

She said “That was my great uncle Bill’s,
“I guess he left it to my dad.
“I remember after Bill lost his Kentucky farm,
that Gibson was all he had.”

“But he said ‘I’m not scared of a changing world
Or losing anything we are
‘Cos I wave hi to distant good times
every time I play that guitar.’ “

For eleven quiet years after Bill passed on,
that L-1, I guess, had waited for me
‘Cos it rang one brilliant chord before the bridge caved in
Just to let me hear what it could be

You got to draw lines
Back through time
To know who you really are
Every note Bill played
Rang again that day
When we picked up that old guitar

So it returned with us to New York.
In the hands of The ‘Moose returned to life.
And the sound that it made again
returned Bill to my angel wife

He said, “I’m not scared of a changing world
or losing anything we are.
I just wave hi to distant good times
every time I play that guitar.”

So I’m not scared of a changing world.
We’ve lost nothing that we are.
‘Cos I hear echoes of distant good times
every time I play that old guitar.