In a flurry of activity I have just booked 8 more shows for summer in the past two days. People are actually e-mailing and calling me including the Family Motor Coach Association who will do a rendesvous in Redmond at the Fairgrounds this Aug. Heh, it's not Hollywood or Nashville but it's a another chance to showcase my music and performancer skills to a whole new group of potential fans. That's all i can ask, that and a few bucks to pay for gas, and fortunately they pay just fine.
I thank the Universe for its blessings. I ain't too old to keep playing this funky music. More dates gives me reasons to write and play. Here is a poem i wrote today about Spring and the calling to me to dig in the good Earth's dirt. Hope i can find a song in there somewhere. Your comments and suggestions are most welcome. I have heard of other writers doing this - perhaps we can write a song together. blessings, allan b
Call of Spring May 1, 07
Progression: Am C G D Am C D F
Theme: Visceral pull to dig in Dirt in Spring, garden, call of garden
The dirt is calling to be rubbed in my hands (palms)
In April on the high desert, too early to plant
But not too early to rake, hoe, dig (order ?)
Hook the weeds' roots, the tangled web of grass roots (threads)
That inhabit my garden (in early Spring)
Shovel the horse dung onto the beds
Like topping on baked goods
Shaped by my hands and the rake
Are they Earth dwellings or cocoa cakes
Possible chorus:
This is not the call of the wild
But the call of spring, the call of the garden.
It is visceral. I feel it in the muscles and sinews of my body.
A force pulling me to the outdoors like gravity on my body.
Verse:
My beloved watches through the bedroom window
Two Morning Doves working at building a nest
In the thickly branched Spruce tree in the backyard
One waits deep inside the catacombs of branches hidden
The other glides down to pick up sticks
Selects the perfect ones only
Flutters up into the limbs, suddenly hidden
To her waiting mate who assembles the puzzle unseen (from view)
Then gliding back to the Flower circle again and again
For more precious pieces of the home they build together.
As I undress my lover with my eyes
And then with my hands as she keeps watching
New chorus: ???
The first Spring they have nested here
A sign of Hope for my life, my marriage
There is Faith in April, in Spring, in Life.