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This song is definitely going on my next album…probably minus the slightly off-kilter conga! Lyrics posted below.
Who am I, in the hollow of your eye
Just a figment, a drunkards lie
Who are you, by the stars and the moon
The one in exile, the one who leaves the room
Quiet days, when nothing moves
The river’s slow, and the sun looks old
Well, you know, my love…
Say you went down to the shore
read the clouds, a prophet, and a liar
say you tried, to hold back the tides,
with one look from your lighthouse eyes
Quiet days, when nothing moves
The river’s slow, and the sun looks old
Well, you know, my love…
Man and beast, above and below
The same voice, preaching to the choir
The tiny things, left behind
Against the sea, against the starless sky
Quiet days, when nothing moves
The river’s slow, and the sun looks old
Well, you know, my love…
Copyright: A. P. Meister 2010
You’ll find info about all upcoming gigs in the Calendar section on my website. Got a new poster, too!
Kafé Klavér, Saturday, June 11th, 7.30 pm. More info here!
This festival should be nice! Looking forward to playing, listening to good music & just hanging out. I’ll be playing Saturday, 2nd July 2011. More info here!
By the way, found this perfect spot for a photo shoot down by an old rusty bridge… Great photos by Lova Meister, beautifully mastered by Anna Rex.
Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
(“Blind Willie McTell” by Bob Dylan)
A lot of McTell’s music has that same completeness that you find in Robert Johnson. Finely crafted songs…and amazing singing & playing! He’s one of those musicians who seem to transcend genres as well as time & place.
Really like the Dylan song too, by the way.
“There are only two kinds of songs; there’s the blues, and there’s zip-a-dee-doo-dah.”
Townes Van Zandt
Late at night, after rehearsal or whatever, I often read a bit in Robert Earl Hardy’s great biography of Townes Van Zandt. Townes is one of my favorite songwriters & this (often used) quote remains worth pondering…
And the color, the overcast blue
Of the air, in which the blue guitar
Is a form, described but difficult,
And I am merely a shadow hunched
Above the arrowy, still strings,
The maker of a thing yet to be made;
The color like a thought that grows
Out of a mood, the tragic robe
Of the actor, half his gesture, half
His speech, the dress of his meaning, silk
Sodden with his melancholy words,
The weather of his stage, himself
Wallace Stevens: The Man with the Blue Guitar, IX (1937)
Pablo Picasso: The Old Guitarist (1903) This is a demo-version of one of the songs on the upcoming album. Used my trusty Guild with a Fishman Rare Earth pickup through an old Fender amp for the spacey sound. Lyrics posted below!
Got this fine Martin guitar in late August and it’s on a lot of the songs recorded since. Great quality, tone and vibe!
Here are the lyrics to one of the songs that will be on the upcoming album. Music to be posted soon…
Levitation
Tell me who you are, I’ll tell you what I see
A leaf in the storm, torn from the tree
The skin on your back, the rock of ages cracked
The strangers in the street, their eyes that never meet
Levitation
Strange and wonderful things
Ignite the dawn
The masters and the slaves, the soldiers in their graves
The wolves at your door, this hunger in us all
What the northwind says, when it whispers of the dead
The elemental rage, the lion walks the cage
Levitation
Strange and wonderful things
Ignite the dawn
The children in the yard, each will play their card
The old man in his room, between the bride and her groom
You get pulled into the ground, get seduced by the sound
Of the ordinary lives, of the husbands and the wives
Levitation
Strange and wonderful things
Ignite the dawn
Copyright: A. P. Meister 2010