Sunday, May 11, 2014

a Mother's Day Blog

Welcome to the new In Search of… blog! I decided that after five years it was time for a makeover.

Since it’s Mother’s Day, I thought it would be nice to stop and reflect for a moment. For those of us whose mothers have passed, our memories are the sacred trust contained within our hearts while the rest of society is out looking for bouquets of something or other.

After my mother died, I remember going through her pocketbook and finding not only some old pictures of me, but to my amazement, some old flyers from previous shows I had done. She schlepped these things around with her everywhere she went, and it occurred to me that no one would ever love me that much or that way ever again.

As I was cleaning out the house later on, I discovered old letters and an old diary of hers, and in those artifacts, I learned about the person she was before her husband and children, what her hopes and dreams were. I caught a glimpse into her soul, and I wished I could have had a conversation with her knowing these things, but at the same time, I felt her presence as strongly as if she were standing right next to me.

For those of us missing our moms on this particular day, it is an opportunity to be kind to ourselves and to celebrate what we loved best about the person who birthed us. It is a chance to assess those traits passed down and now embodied by us and to decide which ones do and don’t serve us.

I have inherited, for better or worse, my mother’s inherent sense about people, her ire about anything unjust or unfair, and her championing of every underdog succeeding. I share her protective sense of loyalty when it comes to those I love and her far reaching memory when it comes to those to be wary of.

Whatever it is you most love or loved about your mom, I hope you take a moment to stop and give thanks for it today, and to be extra specially kind to everyone around, because you don’t know who is hurting on holidays such as this one.

If my mother had lived to see this era of the blog, I’m sure she would have found a way to carry mine around with her. If you would like to keep reading my blog, one of the new features on the top right next to this post is an email box where you can sign up to be notified whenever I post a new blog.

Another new feature is the “Donate” button right below it, which is completely voluntary and unbelievably appreciated. The technology of the times we live in is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, writers like me have the new found ability to reach worldwide audiences. But on the other hand, our work has become devalued to the point where we cannot sustain ourselves doing the thing we love most and are best at doing. So I ask that if you enjoy what you read here, that you donate any amount you like and encourage others to do so as well.

I hope you have a fantastic day, celebrating the gift of those who brought us all into the world.

Happy Mother’s Day!
Me & Mom in the early 80's

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

coming full circle

If you were to ask any songwriter what their favorite song is, most of us would answer, “The one I wrote today.” We can’t help it. It’s our newest baby, our shiny toy, and the one whose luster hasn’t worn off yet. We’ve still got hopes and dreams for it, because all possibility lies in the moment before anyone’s had a chance to criticize or reject us – oops, I mean it.

For professional writers who write songs for other people to record, a lot of time is spent guessing what will speak to a particular artist or fit a particular project. We’ve learned how to craft a song, and if you’ve been doing it long enough, what constitutes a hit (minus the pixie dust requirement, that is). But I’d venture to say that that is not how or why any of us started, or at least it is not why I started.

If I can speak for my kind here, I’d say we started because we simply had a piece of our soul that longed to be expressed in this particular way. And though I’ve written in a lot of different mediums since, I would still say this is true. In fact, if I were advising young whippersnappers starting out, I’d tell them, “Write the song that only you can write.” Come to think of it, that’s really not bad advice for anything we do in life. You know, it’s that “we’re all unique like snowflakes” thing. Blah, blah, blah.

Several years ago, I wrote a song that was birthed, as many songs are, on a napkin, in a restaurant on 9th Avenue that no longer exists. I was living in Nashville and just visiting my native New York. I was mostly writing country songs at the time, but this song was decidedly not going to be that. It was a bluesy song, the kind I envisioned in a movie scene where the protagonist is broken-heartedly meandering the cold streets of Manhattan as the darkest hours of night give way to the break of day. In my head, it had the feel, the grit, the forlornness of a lone soul in a city of millions. I heard the saxophone whaling away in my little head as I scribbled lyrics ferociously, naming all the crowded landmarks in New York where one would be surrounded by people, yet feel utterly alone.

I made a demo of the song when I got back to Nashville, with incredible musicians, albeit no New Yorkers. I was thrilled and excited, but then, as the saying goes, “All of a sudden, nothing happened.”

No matter where I pitched the song, to whom, or for what purpose, there were no takers, and eventually, that smoking hot blues song was relegated to the pile with the rest of the songs I had written for which nothing happened. This is a tale most writers tell. I am, by no mean, alone in this.

Fast forward to more than a decade later…

Remember Studio 54? In the 70’s, it was the hottest nightclub anywhere on earth. Anyone who was anyone was seen there, doing god-knows-what with god-knows-who. There, the worlds of fashion, celebrity, and disco collided with sex, drugs, and the occasional live animal. Sure, that was more than thirty years ago, but Studio 54’s romanticized allure has been perpetuated by countless books and movies made about it since its demise.

Now, it is the newly reincarnated 54 Below, and it is a swanky supper club that hosts anyone who’s anyone on Broadway and in the surrounding music worlds. It’s got a palpable history that can be felt as you walk down the staircase and into the inner sanctum where the action was and is.

When Corinna Sowers-Adler said she was going to be doing a show there, a New York moments themed show, I sent her that song I had written on a napkin about three blocks from where the club is located. The funny thing is I really didn’t think the song would stylistically be her cup of tea or necessarily a good vocal fit. I had heard her sing everything from opera to musical theater to a Martina McBride country song in her shows. But a smoky blues number with a legit soprano voice? Could that really be a good idea? What the hell, I thought. All she could say was no…which she didn’t. Instead, she said she loved it and wanted to do it in her show.

Did I mention that the demo was sung by a guy?

I sent Corinna the lead sheet for the song. (That’s the melody, lyrics and chords written out.) I couldn’t begin to imagine how it would sound, be interpreted, arranged, and presented. That was not my piece of the puzzle to fill. All I knew was that this song would finally be heard, and to a writer, that’s all that matters.

I walked into the venue last night, the night of the show. When I saw the saxophone sitting on the stage, I began to feel excited. And the upright bass. Oh yeah, baby, now we’re talkin’!

When Corinna took the stage, she captivated the audience with her warmth, and humor, and of course, that glorious, glorious voice of hers.

The band, comprised of Markus Hauck, Christian Fabian, Amy Platt-Crafton, and Colleen Clark, was nothing short of stellar. And somewhere in between the songs by Harold Arlen and Stephen Sondheim, and the ones by Billy Joel and Joni Mitchell was the one penned by me. As songwriting company goes, that was some damned nice company to keep.

Corinna Sowers-Adler’s rendition of “Even New York…” exceeded my wildest dreams of how well this song could be interpreted and brought to life. And for those few brief, shining moments of Corinna singing that song, my life choices didn’t seem like some horrible mistake, and the heartbreak of romance gone awry, which inspired the song in the first place, seemed like a small price to pay for the redemption of this full circle moment – in this iconic space – in New York – more than a decade later.

We can’t know the way life is going to unfold, or what hidden gems of opportunities will come our way when least expected. We can only know that what emanates from our heart is never in vain, and that any given moment holds within its reach, the possibility for that which is greater than we can even imagine.

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Me & Corinna Sowers-Adler post show at 54 Below

Thursday, May 1, 2014

the bigger yes

It’s been a little while since I blogged, and I’m procrastinating about writing a new bio for my new website – the one I don’t have yet, but have been working on day and night for seemingly inordinate lengths of time. On the bright side, I’m learning new things every day. On the not-so-bright side, these new things have necessitated adult beverage consumption by early evening, and all I’ve got in the house at the moment is the Manischewitz from Passover, which, by the way, is completely unappealing to me since I’m no longer, you know, twelve.

While sipping the glorified grape juice, I decided to go on Facebook – always a good way to procrastinate. One of my Facebook buddies, Patti, posted a little survey to find your appropriate nickname. Sure, I’ll play, I thought. Well, it turns out my designated nickname is “stiletto.” (I’ll pause until the laughter has died down.)

Needless to say, this got me thinking the obvious – should I buy a pair? Could I still walk in heels? Would I sashay in them like a runway model or fracture an ankle? These are the burning questions running through my mind. And in the interest of full disclosure, I already had a pair on my Amazon wish list before I took this little survey. Isn’t that a sign? Of course, I also have a pair of Nike running shoes on my Amazon list, so this really could have gone either way.

While mulling over my future shoe purchases and whether or not my new nickname suits me, I thought I’d get to the topic I’ve wanted to write about since Sunday – the bigger yes.

I like the way that sounds and feels when I say it, like there’s something amazing about to happen. But what is the bigger yes?

I think the bigger yes is that vision we hold of fulfilling not only our best and brightest dreams, but also our greatest potential. I think it’s the moment we finally realize and ride the current of our lives without fighting every inch of the way.

But with riding that current to its glorious destination comes choices we make along the way, because the bigger yes has to take precedence over the smaller no’s. And we don’t like to say no. So the question is what do we want most? And will we listen to and trust our inner guide when we hear it? Are we willing to ride into uncharted waters for the sake of something better than we even imagined? What are we willing to let go of that keeps us where we are? What will we say yes to?

I can’t answer these questions for anyone else, but I am ready to say yes to unprecedented flow, untethered, unfettered, better than I imagined possibilities, and by golly, I’m gonna say it – stilettos!

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