This is the hardest easy challenge I have ever faced. It is easy because I LOVE music. It is hard because I love so much about music. So how do I narrow it down? How on earth do I just pick one topic about music to center on? Favorite songs, favorite artists, best concerts, who I have met, the time I got on stage, my first concert, the epic Farm Aid concert… so many choices!
I wrote a short poem in high school about music that was written in the shape of a music note. “It soars with joy, it falls with sorrow, only in music, can we find our tomorrows.” Just the first of many I would write about music and those that make music. I have also written some lyrics.
A friend of mine put music to one of the sets of lyrics and I have that on CD. It is such a rush to hear my words sung by someone! He is still performing blues in the Florida area instead of pop music in the Midwest, he is pretty happy to be back to work after the shut-down.
In high school we had to write our obituaries and I of course was a lyricist whose song had just hit number 5 on the charts when I died in a car accident at 36. But I had made it as a lyricist… a dream come true. Now at 53 I am still dreaming and still writing.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #17 – music
This will be short and sweet. I think we all have a little wanderlust in us after being cooped up inside with the lock downs and virus fears. But I just can’t hear the word wanderlust without adding an er and having this song go through my head. Hope you enjoy it…
For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – wanderlust
She was sending another set of lyrics to her friend Sam. He was in a local band and they had collaborated to set one of her poems to music. She was over the moon hearing him sing “her song.” Now she had written three more hoping one of them was good enough for music and they could collaborate again.
In just a week her phone rang, and he was calling with good news. He had talked to his friend in New York and he loved the song and wanted to buy it. She almost fainted. Her dream was coming true.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – collaborate