Back home from a lovely trip to LA (ahh...fresh air)-- where my buddy, Bob, gave me grief for not blogging often enough.
"I'm a songwriter," I told him. I need to concentrate on songwriting and recording. If I blog more often, I'm going to end up at a CD release party in September with no CD.
So I'll blog a little, record a little, and see how it goes.
I just finished mixing The Rosary Ring. It's posted below with the lamest music video of all time. Why do I post horribly lame music videos with my songs? Because I can't for the life of me figure out how to post audio-only files.
The irony is, I have always said that the downfall of Western Civilization can be traced directly to MTV. Hollywood producers interpreting songs? Their job is selling stuff, for crying out loud! Music is a deeply personal experience and music videos rob us of the chance to have a unique experience with a piece of music -- to get lost in a song.
That's the beauty of the Horribly Lame Music Video -- you don't have to watch. And unless you've been recently lobotomized, you won't want to. But if you'd like to listen, well -- I'd appreciate it.
This was my grandfather's rosary ring - I wear it as a Good Luck Talisman to keep me safe when I travel. So far, so good.
The Rosary Ring
words and music © Erin Coombs Friedman
His suits were set out for St Vincent de Paul
Books packed in boxes stacked up the hall
Eighty-two years of memories – all spoken for
She only kept one thing: The Rosary Ring that he wore
A silver link on a silver chain
Rosary Ring -- Circle of faith
Over and over again
Begins where it ends
She journeys into the unknown
The Rosary Ring brings her home
When her courage is tested, her spirits are weak
She’ll reach for the necklace – count on the beads
Whisper the words she learned eagerly at his knee
Why it quiets her mind strikes of divine mystery