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I caught a star that was falling……

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……….it turned and blew my mind.

The day starts and a great expanse of space sits there. It’s waiting to be filled. Filled with music.

Music? Choices to be made. To write anew? To alter the familiar old? To listen, nod to oneself and then relearn? To listen, frown and ignore?

To subtly change old tunes and write lyrics anew? Can lyrics be altered subtly? Difficult because, rhythmically, they are cemented in their own melody? They have their own life’s story. Their own tuneful fictional tales to tell. Can that melody carry an intentional totally different story or tale then? Tales require inspiration. Inspirational or familiar stories require life’s interesting experiences to dip into.

No to altering the old tunes? The old lyrics? The old ways? Okay! I’m listening. Then consider anew. To write new tunes that are there waiting to be found. Strike a guitar chord. Then, shape fingers and purposefully follow with an unfamiliar ‘other’ chord. There evolves a shadowy echo of a known melody. Alongside old words. An echo, not from a ‘once was’, but an ‘always has been’ inherent. The melody? Possibly it has always been there too. Waiting to come out. Existing within a pathway of linking neural synapses. They have always communicated with each other. They just haven’t told you that particular story yet. You watch the separates dance and become an entity. Maybe they did once tell you that story. You just weren’t listening at the time.

‘Do you you like me now?’ It bounces off the mindscape, shimmering close and then quickly disappears. Frustratingly. Not yet brave enough to present itself. A haunting presence of familiarity status awaiting.

Music within your psyche is a light that dances like alabaster dust. It’s caught out of the corner of your mind’s auditory eye. Turn your inner musical mind towards it and it flys away. In fright. Continue to concentrate, coax and stroke and its tuneful whisper gets louder. The breath whistle on the useful somatic lips brings it into focus. The jangle harmony notes from guitar strings weave in and out. Synchronisation comes into existence between metal string vibrations, harmony in their frequencies and breath whistle melody. A word or three break out from the lips too. Whistle to familiar words forming. Old words to new tune anchoring. Announcing themselves with growing confidence in familiarity.

Summers Simply Singing. Quietly. Not too loud. Harsh, inconsiderate noise is your enemy. A fragile tune develops alongside these old familiar lyrics. Hey! I wrote them way back in the myst of time. Please tread softly. They might get frightened and escape. Gently now….tease them out from where they were hiding. Within those synapses. Give them confidence. Give them this new melody to wear.

‘I caught a star that was falling. It turned and blew my mind………’

Gotcha!

Buddha in my Pocket.

26 thoughts on “I caught a star that was falling……”

  1. Good morning! Great post, Gray; I totally get what you’re saying. ‘Birthing’ an idea, or creating an artwork is like trying to catch a feather on the wind. When we do finally catch it, we can only hold it for a little while before it’s time to let it go again, hoping that we’ve turned it into something beautiful. It’s always a soul exposing moment when someone else grabs the feather and starts to appreciate it – you hold your breath and pray for a smile. It’s funny how we put ourselves through this mini torture 😁.
    Keep up the good work – you’re well on your way now, grabbing so many feathers that you can fly!!! Xxxx

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    1. Love that analogy of Feathers in the Wind. It’s a process of searching for ideas at the moment. Either writing a brand new song. Whilst also having to update the older ones. I hope you are catching your own feathers in your new artwork. Cheers Ianto. Xx

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  2. I read this as i was waiting to go into a meeting. No particular reason, but feeling a little anxious. The calm, stillness that you created here in your writing is perfect. Just what I needed to calm myself.

    You’ve caught the delicate nature of trying to capture ideas. They can’t be forced … coaxed and encouraged. Fleeting and they’re gone. I’m glad you’re capturing them.

    I also loved that padlock … something so functional is also so beautiful 😍

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    1. I am really happy that your re-balance was found Brenda. It’s like when you know something can be found because it is simply an inner feeling you have. You know it is there. You just simply….know. That padlock, I believe, is the Medicine Buddha. It is very tactile. I think I shall use it in the future symbolically. Open whilst seeking answers to a song project. Closed and locked once found. 😊 All the best Brenda.

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    1. Good for him. It is fantastic to revisit and get your mind to reevaluate and improve or update. Single words within a line can have different dynamics too. The singing of specific words gives a stronger impact in enunciation. Also alters the tune to some degree too. And the timing of the phrasing overall. Fantastic to get the little grey cells into gear. All the best to you both Sheila.

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      1. I think so too, but hadn’t made the leap to neural pathways until I read your article. Love that!
        I had fussed at him a little bit offering, “leave it alone, it’s good enough.” And not wanting him to spend more money on “another demo”!?! LOL
        But he’s an artist and replied, “it just strikes me as too weird now.”
        So…now, I sit with my thoughts as he rewrites. What else can I do? Ha!

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      2. I know where he is coming from. I have a new tune to the verse of a song written in 1980. And therefore am writing a new theme to it. The tune is bouncing around because the lyrics are finding different notes and rhythms to express. The bass guitar is being played to write it too. Why? Because if I sing it I need to be able to slot the bass in comfortably. This gives a different rhythmic sense than if I used the six string. I am no great musician at all. But still love to feel comfortable in the ambience of it all. Weird is a great expressive word. 🙏🏽

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      4. As a singer, you know this. There are words and phrasing that you slot into the song and you find a powerful voice to express. Even in a key you are not used to. I didn’t mean your husband was weird 😆 The situation of songwriting is weird.

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    1. The Swan (Mable Todd) pen is a 1930s vintage. There is nothing to equal it’s nib performance from my pens when it behaves with the proper paper and ink choices. Gold nibs can be like this. I tend to think of a blog and gather the stuff on the desk at the time and make a little ‘scene’. I like imagery from others that have inclusions to be pondered and studied. I don’t know why! 😆 Maybe it can expand storytelling ideas or tap the subliminal consciousness in to inventing and imagining connections. Again! Who knows. But it passes the time. 😊 Cheers Sheila.

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      1. Yes, Gray! “expand storytelling ideas or tap the subliminal consciousness in to inventing and imagining connections.” As we are each a fractal of Omniscience (or a part of the Unified Field), I think that’s exactly why it satisfies you to do as you do. Haha! Bravo!!

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      2. Imagery in visual artistic or photographic form is so important to myself. It certainly cannot be brought up my mind. So hence searching for stories within what is presented. Agree to being a little cog in a huge machine. Influencing and being influenced is a nice concept. Like the Web of Wyrd.

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      2. I did see your catching up comment on your post Destiny. Life is about living….not always about blogs or social media. 😆 Now…..go and spend today writing another great poem. Good fortune to you. 😊🙏🏽

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    1. Thank you cookie. I suppose the secret to getting at the melody or lyrics is not to try too hard to create straight away. Over the last few days, I have been rewriting the verse melody, and therefore some new lyrics, to a song from the late 1970s. We are reforming the band and some songs need reevaluation. Bringing up to date. The simple chorus of repetitive words remains the same. They are, I now realise, theme appropriate too. I harkened back to a scenario subconsciously. I just sang out the first new line as ‘Never took the time to ask how you were feeling. Why it ended that way’. It was about my brother, the drummer in our three piece XCerts band, who left after two years together. Sadly, he passed away at 21. The tune developed off those lyrics and the rest just came into view. I suppose the inner musical mind has its own subconscious holistic abilities. You, as a musician yourself, have been developing inner musical synchronicity your whole life. You seem to be, reading your blogs, immersed wholly in the enjoyment of being a musician and songwriter. Over the years, well decades, I developed a rule to my producing a new song. Let it reveal itself gently. Sorry for the long answer. All the best cookie and good fortune to you and your songwriting and ongoing musical journey.

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