“I tried to leave you/I don’t deny/I closed the book on us/At least a hundred times.” – Leonard Cohen
It’s been a long time since I posted here. Even longer since you heard anything but the promise of new music from me. I won’t bore you with all the reasons why music took a back seat in my life for the last couple of years. Suffice to say, I’m back.
If you backtrack in this blog you will find a piece about my “new” album – Arcana – well, it is going to happen. Later than expected but that’s life.
In returning to this blog I have also deactivated the comments. Having just deleted something like 4000 items of spam the process of clearing all this garbage even if it is successfully blocked and does not appear on the site has simply become too much. Those of you who want to contact me for any reason any time can email me.
Somewhere in the past I remember reading something from a now-forgotten author that said something like this: No matter what style of music we start out playing, eventually we all become old blues players.
There’s a degree of truth to this. There is something about the blues that makes more sense with age and experience. Maybe it’s the simplicity of it, the investigation of universal themes in everyday language. Maybe it’s the use of repetition, a major lyrical device of the genre. Or maybe it’s just something we grow into. No accident then that the greats like Clapton, Dylan, Waites got there earlier than most. They are all old souls born with the blues already in them.
Whatever. Here is the track that starts Arcana. Across The Line. Like all blues it investigates a simple situation, an older man being attracted by an unknown younger woman. In this case she was Italian, hence the lines about “The language that she speaks.” For most of the song the relationship is harmless, merely the man commenting on what he sees. But the last verse exposes the singer’s foolishness. The repeated line may be a statement of fact: “If she gave herself to me, the sky would surely fall.” But the final line is the height of delusion. “It’s best she doesn’t notice me, doesn’t notice me at all.” Have no fears old man, she walked right past you as if you were invisible. Maybe that’s what generated the opening line of another song in the collection…”We became invisible quite some time ago/But ah we once were men let the record show.”
I promise more news on Arcana very soon.