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As promised, I'm now moving on to new recordings...
This one is still an old song, but it's a song that I never recorded before. I wrote it back in 1984 (or earlier). One of the beauties of working with Phyllis Capanna (phyllomania) for so many years is that I was always free to write songs that I couldn't, for the life of me, sing. This is one of those...
On this occasion, though, I thought that the MacJams voice that suited the tune was that of Mystified, and thankfully, she agreed to sing it. I am very, very pleased with the results. Mystified put enough work into it, and sent me enough tracks, that I could have made it a choir of Mystified, but along the way I fell in love with her third vocal take, and built the mix around that as best I could. Her approach on that take was gentle and wistful, and I think it suits the song very well. Mystified, I am very grateful.
Thanks for thoughts on the mix and presentation also go to Ziti and perceptualvortex (Fran and David)... Gentlemen, I continue in your debt... Fran, thanks for that warning about using artwork...that could have been a bad thing...
The photo of fir trees in mist is 'Trees Against Fog', taken by Julia Freeman-Woolpert, used gratefully and with permission.
And the next post, he promised, with jiguma in mind, for good or ill, will be an actual new song...
This one is still an old song, but it's a song that I never recorded before. I wrote it back in 1984 (or earlier). One of the beauties of working with Phyllis Capanna (phyllomania) for so many years is that I was always free to write songs that I couldn't, for the life of me, sing. This is one of those...
On this occasion, though, I thought that the MacJams voice that suited the tune was that of Mystified, and thankfully, she agreed to sing it. I am very, very pleased with the results. Mystified put enough work into it, and sent me enough tracks, that I could have made it a choir of Mystified, but along the way I fell in love with her third vocal take, and built the mix around that as best I could. Her approach on that take was gentle and wistful, and I think it suits the song very well. Mystified, I am very grateful.
Thanks for thoughts on the mix and presentation also go to Ziti and perceptualvortex (Fran and David)... Gentlemen, I continue in your debt... Fran, thanks for that warning about using artwork...that could have been a bad thing...
The photo of fir trees in mist is 'Trees Against Fog', taken by Julia Freeman-Woolpert, used gratefully and with permission.
And the next post, he promised, with jiguma in mind, for good or ill, will be an actual new song...
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Lyrics
The Mist Comes Up The Valley
© 1984 Ed Hannifin
In the morning, we turn our backs to the wind
It’s no use, pretending the cold will give in
The mist comes up the valley, swallowing granite and tree
I thought I heard a gull cry, but we’re ninety miles from the sea
And I might be anywhere
I might be anyone
I could be anywhere at all
You can’t see what causes a heart to remain
Surrounded by the evergreen and the rain
But when the mist comes up the valley, and the firs turn black and white
The only light’s the moonlight, but the moon is out of sight
I might be anywhere
I might be anyone
I might be anywhere at all
It’s easy, when dreaming is all that you dare
To fall for a life made of water and air
The mist comes up the valley, softening all guarantees
An open invitation to imagine the world as I please
And I might be anywhere
I might be anyone
I might be anyone at all
© 1984 Ed Hannifin
In the morning, we turn our backs to the wind
It’s no use, pretending the cold will give in
The mist comes up the valley, swallowing granite and tree
I thought I heard a gull cry, but we’re ninety miles from the sea
And I might be anywhere
I might be anyone
I could be anywhere at all
You can’t see what causes a heart to remain
Surrounded by the evergreen and the rain
But when the mist comes up the valley, and the firs turn black and white
The only light’s the moonlight, but the moon is out of sight
I might be anywhere
I might be anyone
I might be anywhere at all
It’s easy, when dreaming is all that you dare
To fall for a life made of water and air
The mist comes up the valley, softening all guarantees
An open invitation to imagine the world as I please
And I might be anywhere
I might be anyone
I might be anyone at all






































































































to this several times because it is another of your songs that make me want to stop and reflect.
Suffice to say right now... this is a gem of a song. Wonderfully written and played.... and sung beautifully by Cat. Ed, I can't argue with you falling in love with this (third) vox mix.
Welcome to the present..... (slight chuckle)