Lowtide / The Best Story

My old Mac, which I use for recording, seems to be struggling all of a sudden. It’s a reconditioned one, I’ve only had it about 9 months. Over the last few weeks it’s been behaving erratically, crashing during recording. Then today it didn’t recognise my password. I didn’t realise that was even a possibility. What hope do we have of really archiving any of our work in the digital domain if this is what happens..and . The portable dives- what’s their lifespan? The cloud- will it suddenly disappear one day?

So after a stressful couple of hours of trying to fix the Mac, I took it to the fixit man. $40 (not bad at all) and I’m back. I’d seen how to fix it online, but had no joy myself. It required the operating system disc to get in there, in the end . Now, apparently, the hard drive Is on the way out. My finances are such that every $ counts, like a lot of people, so I hope it keeps going for while longer. Moving on..

I record with protools. An old version, with old reliable third party plug-ins. The catch is, it needs to run on an old operating system. Which is fine, but….I’ll just have to save up an get a new computer- or a new hard drive.

It’s been a big week. Mostly I’m good at keeping an optimistic outlook. But earlier this week the arts market was very quiet ( a chance to draw lots of cartoons at least) , then it seemed some of my piano students just weren’t switched on, I feel like I might be going deaf from the loud piano room I teach in: reflective, bright walls and floor. Although I kept on going, a few things have slipped through my fingers this week…

Here’s a (rowdy) song ‘Low Tide’ I wrote a while back about some dark thoughts descending and taking hold for a while. It’s a fun one to play in the band (music+ lyrics here)

https://petepascoe.bandcamp.com/track/low-tide

I feel lucky- mostly I keep on top of my thoughts/ my weeks. I make plans and roll with it. Song writing (and recording) is such a great way of acknowledging feelings and getting them off your shoulders. Actually, I did write a song on Monday morning- a couple of my students were away, so I had a spare hour. I found some lyrics in my teaching notes which I’d written 2 years ago, so I put music to them.  A moody one…. ‘ A Moment In Time’

Anyway, today , Friday, was going to be a big creative day. I taught a piano lesson first thing, then I did a cartoon of a dog for a client, was about to start painting – I have a seascape under way- when the computer did its thing -or rather, didn’t… I was going to listen to mixes of the band album as I painted. 

We all have times like these. When you feel like throwing in the towel. I haven’t yet. I’ll stick with this creative path. This band album will be great. Determination. You gotta stick with it. 

When going gets tough

Also, I was a feeling a bit slow this morning…Last night I recorded til 1.30am (and the night before, too): piano, strings and organ for a few songs for the band album. Such good fun bringing the arrangements that I carry in my head together.

Playing the piano and organ, I imagine myself onstage, so that the creative energy flows and the notes seem to choose them selves. It’s like painting, once you make a start, the tones  you choose and style of brush work dictates the end result, pretty much. Same with creating a strings part on the keyboard- and less is more.

The art of playing keyboards in guitar driven songs is to create colour without drawing  too much attention to yourself. There are piano riffs, lines that need to stand out, but you can’t hog the arrangement rhythmically at all. Not with two guitars in there already ( and a bass player and drums). 

So the music pushes me on …enough of the woe is me ( and my computer)… This too shall pass.

Here’s a gentle song to finish with. I was at the park years ago with my young kids, sitting at a picnic table writing the lyrics, while they played on the swings, etc. The afternoon seemed to be trying to decide whether to rain or not… My mind drifted with the clouds and I was soon reflecting on my chosen artistic path. In the end, the sky became brighter and with it my mood lifted. Musically, the phrases and chords seem to come from different places.You’ll see there are no rhymes at the end of each line. The thoughts come and go, eventually they take form, and the chords eventually fall in together as I realise I’m feeling brighter ‘ the clouds have lifted’ – the words sound so obvious, but sometimes it makes sense when you’re writing lyrics to state the obvious. 

https://petepascoe.bandcamp.com/track/the-best-story .   (piano/vocal)

I do my best to keep my eye on the big goals , don’t sweat the small stuff, but pay attention to details and live each day well. 

Tonight I just listened to a mix of some of the new band album songs, then turned the computer off and  locked my studio up with a lop sided grin on my face. You just gotta hang in there and enjoy the ride. 

I’m looking forward to teaching some kids (and maybe some adults) how to draw cartoons at an Art Exhibition tomorrow at Red Hill.

Hope you’re having a fun creative week. 

THE BEST STORY  words & music by P.PASCOE

THE AFTERNOON CLOUDS MOVE

LIKE A WATER COLOUR DRIFTING BEHIND THE TREES

THE GREY UNCERTAINTY    THE INDECISION

THEN THE RAIN FALLS TO WASH AWAY THE DOUBT

AS YOU WRITE YOUR STORY

YOU FIND YOURSELF WALKING THROUGH YOUR DAY

ITS LIKE NOBODY ELSE’S, YOURE ON A RIDE

COURTESY OF YOUR WILDEST DREAMS

ONE DAY WITHOUT KNOWING IT 

YOUR MEMORIES ARE EDITED,   EVEN MORE

AS THE YEARS GO BY

A SERIES OF GLIMPSES INTO WHATEVER STORY YOU WROTE

THE CLOUDS HAVE LIFTED       WITH THEM MY SPIRIT
IN THE BRIGHTER LIGHT  IM COMFORTED 

I’M WRITING THE BEST STORY I CAN

AS THE DAYS GO BY YOU LEARN

FROM YOUR HAPPY ACCIDENTS   DONT KEEP A SCORE

AS THE DAYS GO BY

ALL THE MAGIC BITS GO IN TO

WHATEVER STORY YOU WROTE

THE CLOUDS HAVE LIFTED       WITH THEM MY SPIRIT
IN THE BRIGHTER LIGHT  IM COMFORTED

THE CLOUDS HAVE LIFTED       WITH THEM MY SPIRIT
IN THE BRIGHTER LIGHT  IM COMFORTED

I’M WRITING THE BEST STORY I CAN

Let thoughts take you

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