Yep, another tune from my CD release party this past May, a song to be incorporated into the “I Need A Man” musical I am newly enthused about and back to working on again!
7 of the 12 tunes on My First CD and probably another 8 or 9 of the ones I’m writing now will comprise the show. I still don’t have it all figured out yet, but hey – I’m confident the plot will fall into place and that after a rather circuitous romantic journey involving chainsaws, pastries and a motorcycle cop, a man will indeed be gotten for the protagonist. I think her name might even be Esther Vonvandervester.
For me, the best thing is creating. Such a rush to bring a song from a snippet of idea into a full-blown mini-story.
Whoo-hoo.
Here are the lyrics from the above tune, in case the slightly-less-than-pro quality recording was hard to make out.
Kissing 39 Good-Bye
1.
They’re Singing “Happy Birthday”
It’s time to cut the cake
Take me back to thirty
Is the wish I’m gonna make
Another year’s disappeared so fast
Fading forever like a fireworks flash
And I am, I am…
Kissing 39 Good-bye again
Kissing 39 Good-Bye
2.
Took my youth for granted
Thought I was the chosen one
‘Cause this isn’t how I planned it
I was supposed to stay young
Another year’s disappeared so fast
Fading forever like a fireworks flash
And I am, I am…
Kissing 39 Good-bye again
Kissing 39 Good-Bye
3.
All those pretty ladies
On the covers of the magazines
Those picture-perfect babies
Some still seventeen
Will see the years disappear so fast
Fading forever like a fireworks flash
And they’ll be, just like me…
Kissing 39 Good-bye again
Kissing 39 Good-Bye
Kissing 39 Good-Bye Good-Bye
Kissing 39 Good-Bye Good-Bye
Kissing 39…. Good-Bye
Got them last week! Was going to start taking orders yesterday but decided to wait until after the Release show Sunday, so I can focus this week on strumming my gee-tar, perfecting my macaroni sheep sculptures and kissing the running trail trees with my eyes.
Plus, I need to find me a fabulous new blue shirt!! And maybe even some super-funky pants.
Here’s the CD’s front cover.
Here’s the back cover. (Totally went for the barcode, Dudes!)
And this sticker… (but smaller than depicted here,)
will go on the outside of the shrinkwrap of the CDs to be sold in stores.
In total, “I Need A Man,” includes 8 full-color pages of art, photos, writing and other never-before-seen stuff. And the songs sounded good before but now with the packaging they sound, IMHO, pretty darn great. How is that?
CDs available locally at Waterloo Records, starting next week, I hope.
Mail orders available directly from me — each CD packed in a pristine bubble envelope with aromatic moonbeams, Texas morning air and a specially chanted Jannie love incantation. With a free Jannie autograph, if desired — the latter which will necessitate shrinkwrap removal.
$10.00 USD per CD. Low shipping and handling, details to be posted Monday on my new Buy CD page.
I plan to put the songs on iTunes too, when I figure it out. And maybe Amazon.com or CD Baby or some other such dew-fangled thing, if it makes sense.
Oh!! Guess what?! I’ve put another 6 MP3 snippets from the CD up on my Song Samples page. Have a listen if you’re so in the mood. They vary from about 45 to 60 seconds each.
And friends, my posting may be especially light for the rest of this week, to give myself a little pre-show “vacation” and allow me to get over with joyful abandon to read all your blogs. Yay!
I’ve finally laid down my rucksack and rifle to drink my fill of the first water I’ve had in 24 hours. Then slept a good sleep while my socks dried out.
My belly’s full.
My comrades all made it through too.
(I’m allowing my music to flow with ease, not struggle.)
The garden where I played my guitar and sang under broad palm leaves earlier tonight was strewn with white lights. (Edit: I was just sitting and practicing.)
A girl no older than 6 insisted I take a dollar for a tip.
I’m rich now!
I skipped running yesterday and the day before. Skipped it! But am quite over that guilt now. As I mentioned, a weight has lifted. I feel reborn.
Today I will be one with the trees and the river as I walk. I will drown in the smell of the earthen mulch. Drink in the birdsong.
I might even run. All the more fun that it’s raining a bit.
The UVs will not age me!
Then I’ll get a muffin and a coffee.
I hope the muffins will be fresh (even the supermarket is skimping lately. They probably think no one notices. But I do. Still, I forgive them. Times are tough for many.)
After my coffee-muffin who knows what could happen?
I could discover Paris right here at home.
Find a cat sunning by a gate who lets me pet him.
Do a fandango in the soup aisle.
I want to write a song about….. I’m not sure.
The ukulele one unearthed itself quite quickly, thanks to the love of my peeps.
I want to write a song as good as ”Tears In Heaven,” “The Girl From Ipanema” or “The Rainbow Connection.”
(I wanted to write “Blowing In The Wind,” but Dylan beat me to it. Dang it.)
Do you know that among other services, Broadjam, the Internet music sharing company, helps Indie musicians get their songs placed in TV and movies? Okay, it costs $20 a song to submit to an Opportunity and I’m guessing that less than .001% of submissions actually get placed but hey – I just gave it a whirl and submitted my song ”Bones” to two Opportunities! One call is for an FBI crime series and the other is for a horror film.
If you want a FREE download of my entire “Bones” song, please CONTACT ME and I’ll be happy to e-mail the MP3 to you.
No need to leave your e-mail address, it’s already on file for my eyes only here. (Unless you’ve left a ficticious one?)
I’ll be interested to hear your interpretation of “Bones.” I have one way I describe it but I don’t want to sway your innocent mind so I’ll let the song speak to you itself and if you want to come back and tell me what it says to you – please do!
Have a super-great day and if you have a dream, no matter how big or small, I hope you’re DOING IT too!
(And sweet dreams tonight. Don’t let the bed bones bite.)
{ Edit: as I just mentioned in the comments to Rhett, without knowing the song’s melody or feel, try to imagine my vocal delivery as part Madeline Khan, part Latka Gravas, with a bunch of Robin Williams thrown in . }
1.)I play it on my tricycle.
I play it while I’m watching my t.v.
I play it eating jell-o
and I play it while I’m talking to my tree.
I play it in the heat of day and when the night is cool.
I play it in the shower, in the bathtub, in the pool.
Does it mean I’m crazy ‘cause
I play my ukulele all the time?
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2.)I play it while I’m coloring.
I play it while I’m doing arts and crafts.
And when I’m weaving baskets
I can even play my uke behind my back.
I play it for the voices having fun inside my head.
I play it for the people living underneath my bed.
Does it mean I’m crazy ‘cause
I play my ukulele all the time?
________
Bridge:
Sweet ukulele
Oh, the music I hear
Dear, sweet ukulele
Whenever you are near.
___________
3.)Here where they have brought me
all the doctors and the nurses are so nice.
They keep me medicated
and my rubber room is always clean and bright.
I play it in group therapy and everybody sings.
It doesn’t even matter that my uke has got no strings.
Please don’t hate me (remember I have to suffer the perming-of-the-bangs every 3 months to keep from looking like something from Planet Gorpio,) but… inspired by your creative energies, I stumbled upon my very own ukulele song idea and ran with it.
But out of the big blue sky fell an idea I hope will work. I’m still honing the second verse but I’ll post the lyrics very soon — maybe as early as Friday. And I may even re-solicit your songwriting charms, as I’m not sure yet about the bridge.
The finished song will of course, be lovingly show-cased on YouTube sometime. Yep, with me singing it. (Help us all, Lord.)
Anybody got a $20.00 good used uke for sale, non-plastic? I can pay up to $9.95 for S & H.
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