Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Songs

I recently hired a car and headed out of Sydney for a few days. I stocked up on goodies for the car and bought a bunch of new CDs; Battles, Bjork and Low. The Low album is beautiful; I aspire to their perfection. Their approach is so low-key and sparse, yet through this it allows you to fill the spaces with your own emotions - it empowers and engulfs you.

This album has a haunting title - Songs For A Dead Pilot. I'm adding it to album or song cycle titles I wish I'd thought of first:

* Songs For A Dead Pilot
* Songs Of A Dead Dreamer
* Songs On The Death Of Children
* Dead Songs

Can you pick the pattern?

I think Dead Songs by Andrew Schultz has the coolest conceit. He went around to all these graveyards throughout the coastal areas south of Sydney and picked all these haunting phrases from headstones. For me it now imbues the south coast with sadness. I like how art can do that.

I'm thinking of writing my own song cycle but I don't know where to start. I've been browsing the poetry shelves of bookstores but everything looks so lame. I'm a strong believer in being self-sufficient as an artist - if a million singer-songwriters out there can make up their own stuff then the task can't be impossible - but I just can't seem to put two decent lines together.

I need a good theme. I'd like a dark theme, something gloomy and despondent. I want to use low instruments, like piano and double bass. And I want to model my work on Low. Let me know if you have any ideas and I'll update you as I go.

9 comments:

noseflute said...

what about emptiness? that sunken state where there's just no feeling at all, not even a place for sadness any more. can you tell i'm in a cheery mood?

noseflute said...

here's another theme - isolation. not the refreshing, soul-restoring kind, but the devastatingly lonely kind. the kind of isolation that can happen even in the biggest, busiest cities - an internal emotional isolation...

yep, still very chipper up here...

noseflute said...

you've got me obsessed now...

another idea: seeing/feeling yourself die. like all those charming bedtime stories you read. the concept of knowing that your demise is imminent but being utterly powerless to stop it.

not to mention being in shock at the leg the bear just gnawed off your torso.

ok, i'll shut up now...

Julian Day said...

wow noseflute! those ideas are a little more intense than even i'd imagined. i'd suggest a hot cup of horlicks and a double dose of the bill.

Julian Day said...

but seriously i like those ideas. and as you know i'm obsessed with learning all about unusual ways to die.

noseflute said...

well, you did ask for gloom!!

i was walking by the river last night and thought of another one. actually it's a personal phobia of mine - being submerged. this is one that has some really interesting musical potential i reckon.

i am most definitely in withdrawal from The Bill. I think it must be at least 4 weeks in a row that i've missed it! gasp! as for the horlicks, well thanks for the suggestion, but i'll stick to a cuppa tea and a few lines of snack ;-)

a little hummingbird said...

jules! I need to start throwing text at you for this song cycle...

i like the isolation/emptiness idea... it's got the cogs moving anyhow... inspiring something within... I'll see what I come up with... I'm working from home today... birds singing, bright blue skies and giant gum trees in my back yard... much like bundanon really ... hee hee

Julian Day said...

hey dan,

great to hear you're working away!

i bought a DVD tonight to also help the juices flow .. it's called Dr Death and it's about some guy who helped design various methods to kill people more efficiently. should help both song cycles.

i was watching the german dissection program late one night on my own at bundanon. just as the sinister german doctor cut into some guys chest i heard a knock at the door and the german writer daniel was standing there in the darkness, his cheekbones sharpened by torch light. freaked the fuck out of me.

that quickly disipated though once i realized i wasn't wearing any pants

a little hummingbird said...

haha. I'm laughing hysterically outloud! That's hilarious. The images I currently have in my head... dr death sounds ghastly... such a morbid topic we've chosen...