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This was written by ledebutant, Lisa Purdy, a singer I recently collaborated with on a remix, and she's given me permission to post this. Here's an excerpt from her e-mail to me giving me permission to post this cover:
"I really can't express to you how meaningful it is to me that you did
this and that you take me seriously as a singer or a songwriter. I had
close to crippling health problems through all of my 20's and into my
30's and, just at the time I regained my health, I discovered
GarageBand and it was as though someone suddenly gave me back
everything that had been taken away. I had so many things I was
"supposed" to have been that I never ended up being. Honestly, Jim, I
had given up dreaming about being anything but a person that got up
and got through one day and then the next and the next until I one day
died.
Music changed all that. It's not that I have any big dreams of
becoming a professional musician, but I wake up every day now with
buckets of ideas and stacks of things I'm working on and a growing
pile of songs that are a marker of how much time has passed since I
was sick. It feels as though I'm moving closer to something rather
than just marking time...
...The fact that you took the time to work on not
one, but two of my songs, just means a lot to me, makes me feel that
maybe I'm not just goofing around, because I KNOW you're not.
...
Do you want to post this at Macjams (or anywhere else, actually)? I'd
be so happy if you did."
So here I play a couple things that I don't know how to play really; the real drums played with brushes, the bow on the viola where I play the one note I could play in tune, for the whole song, along with the typical rudimentary piano and rudimentary banjo that I usually manage. At some point I figure I got to a plateau where I'm not going to get any better on those instruments, but as long as I don't get too ambitious and I just try to play a few right notes, I might end up with something musical. The original version can be found here: http://www.macjams.com/song/10741
Thanks, ledebutant!
"I really can't express to you how meaningful it is to me that you did
this and that you take me seriously as a singer or a songwriter. I had
close to crippling health problems through all of my 20's and into my
30's and, just at the time I regained my health, I discovered
GarageBand and it was as though someone suddenly gave me back
everything that had been taken away. I had so many things I was
"supposed" to have been that I never ended up being. Honestly, Jim, I
had given up dreaming about being anything but a person that got up
and got through one day and then the next and the next until I one day
died.
Music changed all that. It's not that I have any big dreams of
becoming a professional musician, but I wake up every day now with
buckets of ideas and stacks of things I'm working on and a growing
pile of songs that are a marker of how much time has passed since I
was sick. It feels as though I'm moving closer to something rather
than just marking time...
...The fact that you took the time to work on not
one, but two of my songs, just means a lot to me, makes me feel that
maybe I'm not just goofing around, because I KNOW you're not.
...
Do you want to post this at Macjams (or anywhere else, actually)? I'd
be so happy if you did."
So here I play a couple things that I don't know how to play really; the real drums played with brushes, the bow on the viola where I play the one note I could play in tune, for the whole song, along with the typical rudimentary piano and rudimentary banjo that I usually manage. At some point I figure I got to a plateau where I'm not going to get any better on those instruments, but as long as I don't get too ambitious and I just try to play a few right notes, I might end up with something musical. The original version can be found here: http://www.macjams.com/song/10741
Thanks, ledebutant!
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Lyrics
After All
Newspapers piled by the front door,
this house isn't mine, not anymore.
I pick up your suitcase,
I put away my shoes.
After all, what is love for?
After all what is love for?
I'm not who you want me to,
but then again, neither is she.
If there's one thing
that I'm asking from you --
it's to be careful if you go.
I walk to the room where you're asleep.
Hearing you breathe
feels like something to keep.
I lift up the blankets
and lie down next to you.
After all what is love for?
After all what is love for?
I'm not who you want me to,
but then again, neither is she.
If there's one thing
that I'm begging from you --
please don't go.
Please don't go.
Newspapers piled by the front door,
this house isn't mine, not anymore.
I pick up your suitcase,
I put away my shoes.
After all, what is love for?
After all what is love for?
I'm not who you want me to,
but then again, neither is she.
If there's one thing
that I'm asking from you --
it's to be careful if you go.
I walk to the room where you're asleep.
Hearing you breathe
feels like something to keep.
I lift up the blankets
and lie down next to you.
After all what is love for?
After all what is love for?
I'm not who you want me to,
but then again, neither is she.
If there's one thing
that I'm begging from you --
please don't go.
Please don't go.
TobinMueller
Fascinating concept. Like you are making it up on the spot, laying on the
couch, randomly picking away. Sung as if you are thinking it, not actually
singing it aloud. And then, effects change, you are pulled into a new
dimension, and I suddenly am required to think of the lyrics in a new way,
as you plead, using your voice, as if it is too late, and your legs don't work
and you can't get up and she is out the door... Fascinating. It left me with
a hole in my heart. So simple, so unexpected.