Thursday, July 11, 2013

Song-smithery

I’ve written two songs in my entire life. One was a short sappy song to a girl back in the early 70s.

I write and create things almost everyday but for some reason song-writing is not something in my creative wheelhouse. A few years ago, inspiration (maybe) struck and I penned another song. This one is supposed to be blues.

I can hum or sing you the tune but I have no idea how to get that aspect down on paper because I don’t write music. I play and sing by ear (with pretty good pitch by the way!) but don’t know much about keys and time signs and the like.

So this is lyrics only. I’ve sent it to a couple of artists but only one wrote me back to say he only performed his own songs but thanks anyway. I entered it into a contest but didn’t even get an honorable mention so I share this mediocre ditty.

I apologize if the title and a word or two offend anyone. Not intended.

white boy’s blues


they say us white boys
just cannot play the blues
well let me tell you son
I’ll play ‘em any ole way I choose

 ch.    I get ‘em early in the morning
         I get ‘em late at night
         but I get ‘em most of all
         when my baby won’t hold me tight

a bluesman needs a helper
BB’s still got his Lucille
but all I got is this old guitar
you know how it makes me feel

ch.     I got ‘em early this morning
         probably have ‘em well into the night
         I just gotta find my baby
         so we can make things right

I know just what you’re thinking
and I ain’t sure what to do
but you can sure bet that this ole
white boy’s got the blues

ch.     I need ‘em early in the morning
         I need ‘em late at night
         and if my baby wont be there to help me
         things just wont be right


vince crunk 3/6/97 (yes I really did write this in 1997!)



Tuesday, July 9, 2013

reading and viewing

Sort of an eclectic mix of reading and viewing lately – here’s an overview:

The Call. I read some criticism of this movie when it first came out. Without spoiling it for anybody, I guess it had to do with the ending. I found it to be an engaging sort of thriller. The only issue I had was with Halle Berry’s hair. Looks like she was trying to channel Whitney Houston on one of her bad hair days. I’m sure someone will take issue with this comment about her but it was my first reaction so … W.H., R.I.P.

Went with Patti to see The Heat. If I were a critic for one of the conservative family movie review sites, my f-bomb clicker/counter would have been burnt up. I’ll bet Melissa McCarthy said it a dozen times before opening credits! Once you get past that – and some folks can’t or won’t or shouldn’t even try, but if you are able to watch movies with lots of language (but not much else for its R), then this is a reasonably funny movie. A girl-buddy flick. Patti loves Melissa Mc – maybe because that’s her sister’s name; don’t know.

Reading: Still wrapping up Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis and amazed again at the nuggets of wisdom in it. I can’t do justice to them in a short excerpt but here’s a paraphrase of an example:
           
            Lewis talks about how he surprised himself with his quick and wrong response to someone in a situation. He wondered how he could have done that. He likened it to having rats in the basement (glad we don’t have one or any!) and how if you quietly go down and switch on the light, rats will scurry and you’ll see and hear them. You can go down noisily and likely by the time you get there, the rats will all be in hiding and you’ll be none the wiser. But the rats are still there.

            So our bad thoughts and actions are often just below the surface. If we see a situation or person coming, we might be able to keep those feelings below the surface. But more often than not, things catch us off guard and things pop out that we didn’t intend. But whether we intended them to pop out or not, they were there all the time regardless.

Not sure why but for some reason this makes me think of Paula Dean and the whole issue of racism or prejudice. As a product of the south in the 50s, I know I still have some prejudices deep down inside. I doubt that any amount of political-correctness will purge that completely. I just have to be on-my-guard to recognize those old feelings and words that are lurking deep within.


Which takes me back to The Heat. I suppose a danger in absorbing bad language for 90 minutes while watching a movie is that those words get buried in my subconscious and are lurking, just waiting for a moment to bust out. I hope not. I mean, I hope they don’t!