After a string of wonderful but sometimes perplexing music experiences, I'm led to ponder the meaning of music to people nowadays. Sometimes I think that music used to mean more to people than it does now. Americans have a musical heritage, but if it's not too many golden oldies in a loop sequence at the convenience store, than it's those who rehash the music that they grew up with, as if there has not been anything created since. I know how good the music was in the 60s and 70s, I was there. I was a kid, but I heard it everywhere, especially through my older sisters.
I now write music in response to everything and everyone around me. Those people like me are, in real and present time, in good or bad times, in the practice of keeping our lives and stories breathing, now. This is "us." We are our own developing heritage now. Current life and people are worth singing about.

The New Project

This morning as I entered in credit cards numbers, I was very glad to be finishing the order for my new recording project. The project itself has taken over a year, close to a year and a half if I account for the pre-recording work. Still, within the last 24 hours of working on the graphics for the packaging, we made 26 edits -- 26. I'm broke, and I never want to hear myself again. I truly hope that people like this recording, because I actually made it for them. As I said, I don't want to hear myself again. : )

Every year I study up on Robert Burns' music for the Burns' celebrations that I sing in. I learn a new song every year. I'm wondering if Robert Burns had a fetish about making love in fields, or if it was just that during his cultural time frame you could not mention beds. (tongue in cheek humor...e're yae aboot to take the lass too ser'slee.)