twister

So we did some song workshop time this week. The best part of the whole day: I didn't have to share. There's something about sharing song lyrics that makes me feel like I should attach a ten page essay apologizing and assuring the reader that I do in fact have half a clue about the content of the song. I am, of course, so blessed to have some phenomenally talented friends around me; they consistently inspire this derelict consciousness especially when they aren't intending to make any impact. 

That's about all I have. This entry is already ten times longer than my current song project, which I really should try to finish. 

trimming the fat

I find great beauty in the way a person can take an idea, a story, and from it draw conclusions and find applications that can alter the way we live our lives, or at least shift our perspectives on the journey. To see the big picture, the grand scheme, and craft a narrative palatable to your listeners in both scope and pace. To withhold and to hint, letting both detail and lack articulate routes that to follow. This is not easy. It takes practice and patience and skill. Poetic language enlarges the hearer, swelling and stirring our hearts to know and be more than we have known or been. 

But to accomplish this within the space of a few minutes, with no more than a handful of words, complicating it all with metered rhythm and melody... to write a song, a good song, is a task that seems almost impossible for me. I know it is feasible for some, perhaps even simple to a few, but for me that mountain sits too far on the horizon.