Lots of annoyed comments by email about the lack of lyrics last week! It’s weird how people email or Facebook message rather than writing directly on the blog – why is that? Aside from anything else, if you have a business website, engaging in a blog conversation is an excellent source of backlinks, which strengthen your search engine optimisation (SEO).
I am sorry. There’s nothing else I can say. I wrote the blog quite late at night, I was excited about my date the following evening (not a date… NOT a date!!) and I simply forgot. I did realise on Monday when I checked my twitter feed, and it was a toss-up whether or not to add something. But I decided it would be a good test to see if anyone actually notices, and – oh yes, people noticed.
To live without my music would be impossible to do, cause in this world of trouble, my music sees me through. Ok now? How awful would a world without music be?! What if it really died?? I don’t even know what a levee is, never mind where to find one to drive to. By the way, I have absolutely no idea why that John Miles song popped into my head; I haven’t heard it for years, as far as I know. Unless maybe my subconscious picked it up playing in the tiny county pub we visited this evening, or driving home to Magic FM.
There’s a fine line between lyrics and poetry. Or perhaps an overlap. Ben’s asked me again to write lyrics to accompany his music for the new hand-carved zebrawood Bellucci guitar, with mother of pearl inlay on the Macassar ebony fingerboard and intricate gold plated tuners. It’s a beautiful piece of marquetry – a fantastic creation that’s way more work of art than functional instrument. He loves it with a passion, so I guess my lyrics need to live up to that. I’ve made a promise to come up with something this month. It will make a change from writing clients’ blogs and press releases.
In the meantime, I’ve written the poem that is being displayed in two art exhibitions later this year, and my wonderful artist friend Martyn is busy this week incorporating it into his painting. It’s a tale of broken love and heartbreak… short, bittersweet, abrupt. The first exhibition will be held in Cornwall, that wild and rugged county that epitomises everything I love about the English landscape.
I’ll go down for the opening, any excuse to be by the sea! In fact I’m going to Lyme Regis in a couple of weeks, not too far from Cornwall. I won’t be fossil hunting this time, just a spot of French Lieutenant’s Woman–type wandering along the beach at dusk. But I’m thinking that if the mood is right I might go back later this year to write my novel. I love working with waves pounding the rocks and I’ll be more inclined to concentrate if I’m away from my normal routine. Or maybe that will be the perfect lyrical inspiration…
So, back to where we started – feel free to comment below. I’ll just sit here in the Green garden listening to music while I’m waiting. Got a little radio, held it to my body. I can feel your back beat boy, moving a muscle of love. Turn it up and press it – I don’t understand it. I can feel your message boy, calling me over and out. Send me your message below – or here: @WeekendWitch.
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