Well I made up for missing day 7.  I took advantage of a beautiful Sunday
morning on my
back porch and got a chorus and a couple of verses to a song I've been wanting
to write for
about 3 years now.  The spark hit while laying in bed rubbing my eyes and
WHAM!... I got the
first line.

Its been a fun week, and now I'm excited to sit down and work on these a bit. 
Thanks to all
of you for your supportive words and stories.  I'm looking forward to next
month!

Eddie

Hi all,

Thanks to Tim for the invite... I will be ready when September rolls
around!  I am retired (meaning I don't work - multiple sclerosis
disability), so I really have very few excuses to not be writing a
tremendous amount of songs (other than I'm a really good
procrastinator)!  I will be ready for the next round...

In the meantime, see those of you on this list who will be at the
Rocky Mountain Song School next week (you know who you are), I'm very
ready to escape the Texas heat for the high country breezes!  I am
also continuing to mentor guitar folks on Travis picking, alternate
tunings, multiple capo instruction in all tunings, and overall
general musical health and well being, so sign up for some mentoring
time (my sign up sheet will be on the sign up table) and we can get
some time together!

Happy to be a part of the group!  :)


-- Bill
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Congratulations Everybody.  Tim, I love "Trouble."  And Esther the sentiment in
your song
really leaves us free to insert our own situation... Love it!  I can't wait to
hear it.

As for me Day 7 was a bust musically.  I had another artistic venture that
needed some
attention today and it required about 300 miles of driving.  So I vow to have a
day 8 as my
muse visits often on Sundays.

Cheers!

--- In SongADay2007@yahoogroups.com, Timothy Riordan <Timothyriordan01@...>
wrote:
>
> Hey Everyone,
>
>         Last day, last song.   Not much drama today.   Here's the
> lyrics and a down and dirty demo :)   How's everyone else doing?
> What did you think of the whole experience?    I'm planning to ride
> off into the proverbial sunset to revise everything I've been working
> on this week and see if I can't get them up to performance speed.
>
> Cheers,
>
> Tim
>
> "Trouble All the Way"
>
> Janey rolled in on the street that Dad rolled out on
> Her big Harley dusted down with her leathers tight on
> A heart break girl she was
> A hard drinking woman who never showed a buzz
> It was love at first sight
> And trouble all the way.
>
> Dad  road out of town headed for a convoy
> Vietnam at it's height taking every man boy
> He'd lost it to his girl just before
> He'd headed off to the war
> Left me behind with her
> Trouble all the way
>
> Dad never did come back `less you count the casket
> Nearly nine months to the day that I fill the basket
> Mom raised me a patriot
> Said we owe those me everything we've got
> Now there's papers in my hand
> And trouble all the way
>
> Now Janey may be a drunk but she ain't a fool ya'll
> The day that we fell in love she took me AWOL
> It ain't your fight she said
> That dessert will leave you dead
> So it's us and her Harley
> And trouble all the way.
>

Hey folks,

Wow Esther, I love the universality of your lyric - lots of room for
the listener to inhabit the song.  And Tim, what a great way to paint
a picture - and you did what I've been working on a lot lately:
amplifying the chorus with each verse.  Well done!

My song-a-day week started out like gangbusters, then I strapped on
this home improvement project that's into day five (I thought it
would take two).  Power tools at 3AM.  Delirious.  So I'm ending the
week with two finished songs and a couple of half-finished lyrics
that feel solid.

What a great adventure - thanks again Tim for making this happen.
I'm definitely up for doing this again!

Best,

Sam D.

Hey Esther,

           I'd love to hear the melody for your song too.   I love the
sentiment of the song.  It's pointing in the same direction a lot of
my own writing has been going recently.   If you go to the
Songaday2007 yahoo! group and click on files you'll find the demo of
my song hanging out there.
And I'd love to do this whole thing again sometime soon.  I've been
thinking of doing it once a month and then working on revising things
from in the remaining three weeks or so :)   I'll likely send out
another invite at the beginning of Sept. and see if more folks are up
for it.

-Tim

P.S.  Hi Bill Nash!   Great to see you here :)


On Aug 4, 2007, at 10:20 AM, Esther Friedman wrote:

Hi Everyone-

Well I got plenty of new ideas from this week, but no complete
songs...one set of lyrics that is a complete rough draft... one co-
write with fellow song-a-dayer, Chris Lavancher -- that one has
lyrics and music and is therefore closest to a complete song. Tim, I
love the lyrics below. I'd love to hear it! I think this was really
fun and it would be great to do it again. What say y'all? Perhaps we
could do a song a day for a week and then meet up and share ideas.
Thanks,  Tim for initiating!

Here are is my lyrical rough draft:

Clock ticks; clock talks.
Sun rises; sun sets.
Dreams sleep, but don't rest.

Day breaks through night
Cars wait at traffic lights.
Dreams recede into flight.

But something rattles my ribcage; something pounds on my chest.
My heart beats and aches -- whispering, whispering remember your quest.

Water cooler; coffee break.
Computer screen; money at stake.
These things fill up days.

But something rattles my ribcage; something pounds on my chest.
My heart beats and aches -- whispering, whispering remember your quest.

When my eyes close at night.
I dance with dreams in flight.
And (fall asleep to them) with the morning light.

But something rattles my ribcage; something pounds on my chest.
My heart beats and aches -- whispering, whispering remember your quest.

Happy writing! Esther


On Aug 4, 2007, at 9:57 AM, Timothy Riordan wrote:

> Hey Everyone,
>
>         Last day, last song.   Not much drama today.   Here's the
> lyrics and a down and dirty demo :)   How's everyone else doing?
> What did you think of the whole experience?    I'm planning to ride
> off into the proverbial sunset to revise everything I've been working
> on this week and see if I can't get them up to performance speed.
>
> Cheers,
>
> Tim
>
> "Trouble All the Way"
>
> Janey rolled in on the street that Dad rolled out on
> Her big Harley dusted down with her leathers tight on
> A heart break girl she was
> A hard drinking woman who never showed a buzz
> It was love at first sight
> And trouble all the way.
>
> Dad  road out of town headed for a convoy
> Vietnam at it’s height taking every man boy
> He’d lost it to his girl just before
> He’d headed off to the war
> Left me behind with her
> Trouble all the way
>
> Dad never did come back ‘less you count the casket
> Nearly nine months to the day that I fill the basket
> Mom raised me a patriot
> Said we owe those me everything we’ve got
> Now there’s papers in my hand
> And trouble all the way
>
> Now Janey may be a drunk but she ain’t a fool ya’ll
> The day that we fell in love she took me AWOL
> It ain’t your fight she said
> That dessert will leave you dead
> So it’s us and her Harley
> And trouble all the way.
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
>
>




Yahoo! Groups Links

Hi Everyone-

Well I got plenty of new ideas from this week, but no complete
songs...one set of lyrics that is a complete rough draft... one co-
write with fellow song-a-dayer, Chris Lavancher -- that one has
lyrics and music and is therefore closest to a complete song. Tim, I
love the lyrics below. I'd love to hear it! I think this was really
fun and it would be great to do it again. What say y'all? Perhaps we
could do a song a day for a week and then meet up and share ideas.
Thanks,  Tim for initiating!

Here are is my lyrical rough draft:

Clock ticks; clock talks.
Sun rises; sun sets.
Dreams sleep, but don't rest.

Day breaks through night
Cars wait at traffic lights.
Dreams recede into flight.

But something rattles my ribcage; something pounds on my chest.
My heart beats and aches -- whispering, whispering remember your quest.

Water cooler; coffee break.
Computer screen; money at stake.
These things fill up days.

But something rattles my ribcage; something pounds on my chest.
My heart beats and aches -- whispering, whispering remember your quest.

When my eyes close at night.
I dance with dreams in flight.
And (fall asleep to them) with the morning light.

But something rattles my ribcage; something pounds on my chest.
My heart beats and aches -- whispering, whispering remember your quest.

Happy writing! Esther


On Aug 4, 2007, at 9:57 AM, Timothy Riordan wrote:

> Hey Everyone,
>
>         Last day, last song.   Not much drama today.   Here's the
> lyrics and a down and dirty demo :)   How's everyone else doing?
> What did you think of the whole experience?    I'm planning to ride
> off into the proverbial sunset to revise everything I've been working
> on this week and see if I can't get them up to performance speed.
>
> Cheers,
>
> Tim
>
> "Trouble All the Way"
>
> Janey rolled in on the street that Dad rolled out on
> Her big Harley dusted down with her leathers tight on
> A heart break girl she was
> A hard drinking woman who never showed a buzz
> It was love at first sight
> And trouble all the way.
>
> Dad  road out of town headed for a convoy
> Vietnam at it’s height taking every man boy
> He’d lost it to his girl just before
> He’d headed off to the war
> Left me behind with her
> Trouble all the way
>
> Dad never did come back ‘less you count the casket
> Nearly nine months to the day that I fill the basket
> Mom raised me a patriot
> Said we owe those me everything we’ve got
> Now there’s papers in my hand
> And trouble all the way
>
> Now Janey may be a drunk but she ain’t a fool ya’ll
> The day that we fell in love she took me AWOL
> It ain’t your fight she said
> That dessert will leave you dead
> So it’s us and her Harley
> And trouble all the way.
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
>
>

Hey Everyone,

       	 Last day, last song.   Not much drama today.   Here's the
lyrics and a down and dirty demo :)   How's everyone else doing?
What did you think of the whole experience?    I'm planning to ride
off into the proverbial sunset to revise everything I've been working
on this week and see if I can't get them up to performance speed.

Cheers,

Tim

"Trouble All the Way"

Janey rolled in on the street that Dad rolled out on
Her big Harley dusted down with her leathers tight on
A heart break girl she was
A hard drinking woman who never showed a buzz
It was love at first sight
And trouble all the way.

Dad  road out of town headed for a convoy
Vietnam at it’s height taking every man boy
He’d lost it to his girl just before
He’d headed off to the war
Left me behind with her
Trouble all the way

Dad never did come back ‘less you count the casket
Nearly nine months to the day that I fill the basket
Mom raised me a patriot
Said we owe those me everything we’ve got
Now there’s papers in my hand
And trouble all the way

Now Janey may be a drunk but she ain’t a fool ya’ll
The day that we fell in love she took me AWOL
It ain’t your fight she said
That dessert will leave you dead
So it’s us and her Harley
And trouble all the way.

OK I have a lot of ground to cover here.  It's been a nutty week, and I have
managed to
keep up for the most part.  On day three I got a few do-dads jotted down.  Time
was just
the big issue that day.  But day four was productive and fun.  While riding the
train into
Boston, I thought of an ex-girlfriend's mother named Ruth. (Don't worry, I'm not
rehashing
"Stacy's Mom")  I had been looking for some unique names that I could use in a
song, and
suddenly she came to mind.  So my fictional Ruth owns a diner somewhere in the
Southwest, and has an illegal Mexican working in the kitchen, his name is
Manuel, but for
the purposes of the song, he's Manny. I'd give you a few lines, but I'm at work
an that
notebook is at home.  It should suffice to say, however that "the cooking's so
good and
Ruth's so sweet that 'La Migra' turn a blind eye."  (La Migra are what the
Mexicans call the
border patrol guys and gals.) I'm really looking forward to working on this one
a bit more.

Day 5 - Total drought... BUT.  I'm not beating myself up over it.  I got up late
and drove in
to work with a blank page open on the passenger seat just incase the muse struck
at the
inopportune moment of flying down 93 at a blistering 14mph... didn't happen. 
But it's
important to feed the soul with good vibes and so while there was no time to
write last
night, I did spend time around all of my Godchildren and that's joy I got out of
day 5.

Day 6 - That's today I believe... So I drove in again.  Like a lot of people I'm
bugged
politically and NPR tells me things that just makes my blood boil.  I just feel
like if your an
American and you love the IDEALS that your country is currently pretending to
uphold then
you should be pretty flippin' mad.  Anyway, I digress.  As I said I drove in
again.  I looked
in my rear view mirror and Joseph Stalin was riding on my bumper.  Now I know it
wasn't
actually Stalin, but this fella sure looked like him.  So I walked into the
office and started
typing away, and lucky me, I think I have the bones of a political song.  It's
really just a
bunch of 3 line couplets that actually might be two songs.  I think that the
overall tone will
broad.  I make mention of the bridge collapse from the other day only because I
think that
it's ironic that while we've got men and women dying for cheap oil in Iraq we
can't spend
money to properly maintain roads and bridges to drive our petroleum eaters upon.
So
before I go off on another tangent, I'll sign off.

I want to compliment you on all of your work, this week.  It's been challenging
and fun.
I'm looking forward to next week when I can really work on a few of these and
maybe cut a
demo or two.

Good luck on days 6 & 7...
Peace,
Eddie

Hey Everyone!

          It's hump day!   This morning I kinda felt like four more
songs might not be possible, then I sat down to write and now three
more doesn't seem like much of a problem of all.  hmm...    So this
morning was another all in one go song where I just followed the path
my pen seemed to lay before me.   This whole thing definitely has me
relearning a lot of lessons about just sitting down and writing and
about trusting where the muse takes us.   I think I've said this
before.  Anyhoo...  Here's todays song and inspired by the song files
I realized people were posting last night (they sound great) I did a
quickie demo too.   Three more days to go :)

-Tim

I’m gonna tell you how damn hard it is
To listen to your lies
Your words twisted like bowties
Hope trapped in a block of ice

And maybe you think it’s better
When you take the world and glaze
A sugar coated case
Of what actually took place

You’re building your castle with the stones that fall down
No need for mortar you just spread your lies around
The rubble don’t matter it’s just lying on the ground
You just use your lies to build it up again
& again

The truth is like a candle
And a lie is like the wind
You think it masks your sins
But the dark just lets them in

& you think that it’s well hidden
like a cat that’s in a sack
but the rattles and the cracks
tell me it’s time to pack it in

"If you are tired, keep going;

   if you are scared, keep going;

   if you are hungry, keep going;

LITTLE DOG

I don’t like your little dog

The way it shakes

(And the) way it barks so high

Makes my ears ache

And the way you carry it

In that little case

Give me a break

Leave your dog at home

Want God as your co-pilot

That’s fine with me

(But) that mutt in the driver’s seat

Makes it hard to see

And when she comes to work

Always gives me fleas

Give me a break

Leave your dog at home

Now I’m no canine hater

Got one myself

Guards the house and wife and kids

Plays the hand he’s dealt

He don’t go to dog salons

(To) pretend he’s someone else

Give me a break

Leave your dog at home

I don’t like your little dog

Nary a bit

(You) think she makes you cool and stylish

(Or) Funny and kitsch

(But) all she makes you look like is

Her little bitch

Give me a break

Llama turds!!! Woo, dude. I'm sure no one's written that one before.  This is
going to be a great blues tune. Thanks to all who came out to Natick last night.
It was a blast! And Keith, thanks for the kudos.

As for new songs. I dropped the ball yesterday. This morning I woke up with a
guitar part -- no lyrics. I generally write lyrics first. So I'm gonna take on
the challenge of seeing what the music suggests.

I haven't written a compete song yet. That's my goal.

Hello Kathy and go-team-go. ;-)

Gotta get back to my day-job.


On Tuesday, July 31, 2007, at 06:54AM, "Timothy Riordan"
<timothyriordan01@...> wrote:
>Hey there,
>
>
> First off... Everyone say hi to Kathy who joined us in the last day
>or so... "Hi Kathy!"  Feel free to introduce yourself to the class :)
>
>   Esther congrats on your great show last night!   Also, say hi to
>Reading for me, it's an old friend I grew up with.
>
>  So another day another song.   This one conveniently spilled right
>out onto the page.  It's still very rough but it feels like something
>I can work with.   I'm beginning to get an idea of just how much
>drama I usually place on the whole songwriting process.   Everything
>has to be good and most things I feel a little uncomfortable with or
>suspect might not be good I nip in the bud.   It doesn't seem to help
>the creativity process much.   So I woke up today, sat down with pen
>and paper, started writing and out came... " Somewhere on the road
>side a llama chews it's cud/ spit out what it chewed up/ and made a
>giant turd/ you know life ain't pretty sometimes."   I'll be honest.
>I was feeling pretty uncomfortable and unsure if this was going to be
>good when I realized I was writing about shitting llamas then just
>decided to go for it and see what happened.  I've started to look at
>this whole thing as an experiment in seeing what I get if i just
>follow the path I'm presented with instead of stopping dead in my
>tracks when I don't like what I see.   Anyhoo... Tomorrow's another
>song.  And it seems cruel just leaving you with llama turds so here's
>the rest in it's all it's young glory...
>
>and passing the construction site
>there are bellies pouring out
>of sweat stained yellowed t-shirts
>and the curses that they shout
>You know life ain't always ideal
>
>I could try to paint a pretty picture
>or cover mud with straw
>Tell you how it's grist for the mill
>Hell, all the shit someday sprouts flowers
>but right now what we got is foul smell & decay
>and what we step in may follow us for hours
>
>so you're in a little accident
>with forty other cars
>the back up goes for miles behind
>and ambulance siren howls
>you know life just sucks sometimes
>
>And I'll tell you at my lowest low
>I was strapped down to a bed
>Coming down from LSD
>with a tube down my throat
>It ain't a thing I'd do again
>
>Do we learn to put up with it?
>Do we run away ?
>Do we scream and shout and yell
>that there's just no way
>that God would make us suffer
>like a dying dogs last breath
>put us through the ringer
>then put us to death.
>Maybe there's compassion
>and maybe it's a myth
>maybe the best solution
>is vodka by the fifth
>or Maybe we can stop
>and watch the pain
>maybe if we sit with it
>there's something we can gain
>but after all the insight
>the conclusion may be the same
>Life ain't pretty sometimes.
>
>
>
>

Hey there,


	 First off... Everyone say hi to Kathy who joined us in the last day
or so... "Hi Kathy!"  Feel free to introduce yourself to the class :)

  	 Esther congrats on your great show last night!   Also, say hi to
Reading for me, it's an old friend I grew up with.

		 So another day another song.   This one conveniently spilled right
out onto the page.  It's still very rough but it feels like something
I can work with.   I'm beginning to get an idea of just how much
drama I usually place on the whole songwriting process.   Everything
has to be good and most things I feel a little uncomfortable with or
suspect might not be good I nip in the bud.   It doesn't seem to help
the creativity process much.   So I woke up today, sat down with pen
and paper, started writing and out came... " Somewhere on the road
side a llama chews it's cud/ spit out what it chewed up/ and made a
giant turd/ you know life ain't pretty sometimes."   I'll be honest.
I was feeling pretty uncomfortable and unsure if this was going to be
good when I realized I was writing about shitting llamas then just
decided to go for it and see what happened.  I've started to look at
this whole thing as an experiment in seeing what I get if i just
follow the path I'm presented with instead of stopping dead in my
tracks when I don't like what I see.   Anyhoo... Tomorrow's another
song.  And it seems cruel just leaving you with llama turds so here's
the rest in it's all it's young glory...

and passing the construction site
there are bellies pouring out
of sweat stained yellowed t-shirts
and the curses that they shout
You know life ain't always ideal

I could try to paint a pretty picture
or cover mud with straw
Tell you how it's grist for the mill
Hell, all the shit someday sprouts flowers
but right now what we got is foul smell & decay
and what we step in may follow us for hours

so you're in a little accident
with forty other cars
the back up goes for miles behind
and ambulance siren howls
you know life just sucks sometimes

And I'll tell you at my lowest low
I was strapped down to a bed
Coming down from LSD
with a tube down my throat
It ain't a thing I'd do again

Do we learn to put up with it?
Do we run away ?
Do we scream and shout and yell
that there's just no way
that God would make us suffer
like a dying dogs last breath
put us through the ringer
then put us to death.
Maybe there's compassion
and maybe it's a myth
maybe the best solution
is vodka by the fifth
or Maybe we can stop
and watch the pain
maybe if we sit with it
there's something we can gain
but after all the insight
the conclusion may be the same
Life ain't pretty sometimes.

Hey there y'all!  Glad to see you have all been getting creative.  Today was
tough for me.   I
left the house at 5am and got back at 7pm.  Try as I might only a few lines
squeaked out, but
they might work with something I started prior to this song-a-day adventure. 
I'm off to bed
so I can scribble something down early tomorrow.

Esther & Keith, I'm so sorry I couldn't get out to Natick tonight.  Tough day at
the office and
it's a long ride from Haverhill.  Hope you had fun!

I'll be checking in tomorrow...  good luck eveybody!

Peace!
Eddie

Koo-koo-kajoo Sam... (Someone had to say it :)

        I've found myself in a dangerous place in terms of one day
songwriting.  1. I haven't quite finished my song yet, but that's o.k.
  I have a day off from work and it's only 11:00 A.M.  2.  I've started
to think the half song I do have might be good.  The latter bit is
more a problem.  Mostly if I start to get precious about the whole
thing that can be a big block for me.  On the other hand the good
thing about the song a day format it that I have to finish the bloody
thing so where's the time to get precious?

        That said... It is so damn cool to hear about everyone's
songwriting experiences and the different ways they are getting down
to it. It's been a long time for me since I've done songwriting with
much regularity and I've been letting myself feel guilty and trapped
about not writing so it's definitely a big rush to get going again and
it's even better so share the experience with people.  Also it's
pretty cool to hear some Artist's Way talk going on 'round here.

-T

Hey everyone -

It's good to hear about your progress.  Tim, I can't wait to hear all
your stories about Falcon Ridge!

Friday night I started filling in verse ideas for a chorus I had
finished - "writing from a title" style.  Funny thing though -
another chorus emerged in the process and the old one became a
bridge.  I had to deliver that song on Saturday for my Peter Case
class, and it's undergone tweaking since then.  It's done now.  I'll
post an MP3 soon.  Today there are two ideas getting traction - one
is a mood piece with just gibberish - I'm thinking a I Am The Walrus
or Lucy In The Sky sort of thing.  The other is a little comic riff.
I'm taking a one-day break from writing about broken hearts.

I am the eggman,

Sam D.

Hi All-

Tim, thanks for getting this started!

I scrapped out lyrics this morning. Three verses and a chorus. No music yet. No
big stories here -- just morning pages. Oh, how we love Julia Cameron! Keith,
I'm so pleased you're coming to Natick tomorrrow and I'm happy to drive you home
tomorrow. I do happen to know that janet is going to Natick, too, and since
you're neighbors and all, I'm certain she'd drive you home. However, I'd be
happy to if for some reason she can't. My home base is now in Reading.

Soon, soon, all!

Esther


On Sunday, July 29, 2007, at 04:25PM, "Keith Hampton" <keithehampton@...>
wrote:
>Ok here's my day one story:
>
>Sunday has always been a good writing and general creative day for me. I
started the day with some morning pages to get the juices flowing. I got to
brainstorming about potential subject matter for today's song - a list of
themes. But the list itself became the song. So I used it all up! Decent song,
though (the title is "Here's One")... I'm playing open mike tomorrow night in
Natick (Esther is the feature! Woohoo!!) and not sure if I'll sing this one, or
perhaps tomorrow's song!? Let me know if you're going too, we can sit together.
I'm taking the train out and catching a ride home. There should be room for
more.
>
>I thought about, expanded, and revised this song throughout the day, which is
my "usual" process. Tomorrow I'm going to try Tim's suggested method of just
pumping one out in a half-hour. Yikes! Scary means there are unknown
possibilities.
>
>I'm recording demos on GarageBand so I remember how the new songs sound (for
better or worse!). Anyone else want to swap Mp3s?
>
>-Keith
>
>
>---------------------------------
>Pinpoint customers who are looking for what you sell.

Hey Everybody,

      I spent the last few days at Falcon Ridge Folk Festival.  Talk
about inspiration for song writing.  My friend Rob who I drove out
with was starting the challenge just a bit early so I woke up on
Friday and did some writing on the mountain side sitting next to him
while he fiddled around with riffs discovered while using his new half
capo.  Couple verses and a chorus later and I had a decent first
draft.  Done-ish.
      Today we broke camp instead of writing I wrote after the epic
return home by car, train, bus, and subway. Maybe there's a folk song
in that?  Again... a couple verses, a chorus and a melody later.
Woo-hoo! I'm done.  It really is great to toss away all the
preciousness I usually carry with me into this process.  We'll see how
it all goes over the next six days.  But hell, I already have 2 songs
in three days.  That's pretty cool, no?

-Tim

--- In SongADay2007@yahoogroups.com, "Eddie Felker" <edfelker@...> wrote:
>
> Got up early for a Sunday feeling groggy and unmotivated but I
picked up a pencil and
> notebook and scibbled down two lines that popped into my head as my
eyes popped open.
> Nothing particularly earth shattering.  I wake up each day and
express gratitude that my eyes
> opened and grateful that I have a day ahead of me to do something
positive.  So, I tried to
> tap into that vibe and I managed to get a decent little chorous
together.  So here it is 9am
> and I've got a complete song on paper.  It needs a little TLC and
I'll probably do that after
> these next 7 days.  One down. six to go. Good luck everybody!
>
> Eddie
>

Got up early for a Sunday feeling groggy and unmotivated but I picked up a
pencil and
notebook and scibbled down two lines that popped into my head as my eyes popped
open.
Nothing particularly earth shattering.  I wake up each day and express gratitude
that my eyes
opened and grateful that I have a day ahead of me to do something positive.  So,
I tried to
tap into that vibe and I managed to get a decent little chorous together.  So
here it is 9am
and I've got a complete song on paper.  It needs a little TLC and I'll probably
do that after
these next 7 days.  One down. six to go. Good luck everybody!

Eddie

Hi Gang,
First I want to congratulate you all for being willing to take on this
challenge.  It isn't easy,
but it doesn't have to be that hard.  Be kind to yourself.

My name is Eddie Felker.   I've been writing songs for performance for the last
seven years or
so and noodled around a little bit before that.

I've known Tim for something like five or six years now and from time to time
he's the one
who's hit my stalled creative engine with musical jumper cables.  (Good timing
once again my
friend.) After gertting the invite to do this yesterday, I actually cranked out
a quick little lyric
on the way home.  So hopefully I can remain faithful to the cause and get
something new out
every day.

Good Luck to all of you.   Have FUN!

Eddie

Hey all...

      Thanks for joining in the fun.  Miles Davis said "Don't be afraid
of mistakes, there are none." I think that's all the songwriting
advice anyone really needs.  Feel free to introduce yourself to the
group if you like.   I think most of you know me pretty well--Mike, we
met a couple of years ago at Java Jo's on a Friday in Milton if I'm
not mistaken.  You invited me to play an extra song.  I'm still
grateful--  but ya'll may not know each other so well.  Otherwise, use
the sight pretty much as you see fit. Gripe about the process of
songwriting... brag about your accomplishments... post recordings of
stuff you write this week.  Have at it :)

-Tim

Tim, I'm in. I'm on vacation starting Saturday for a week and was
planning on focusing on song writing during my vacation. So, let's go
for it.

I don't recall where we met, though.

Mike Delaney
www.mikedelaney.org
mike@...