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Homeward Bound June 18, 2012
I'm in Dallas on route to Philadelphia from Colorado Springs. We left home at 3:00 this morning to get to my flight at 6 a.m. Whenever I'm up that early and have an opportunity to see the sunrise, I tell myself I'll start getting up early again so I won't miss the peacefulness of pre-dawn hours. But I'm fairly sure I won't be able to do it. I love the night as much as the morning so every day I stay up later and later until it's impossible to get up early. I'm a sleeper. And as my friend Jackie just wrote in her blog, a woman needs her rest. Like her, I need nine hours. And I love naps, too. Another friend, Abby, also a writer, swears by naps. She thinks that's when she does her best writing and I agree. The mind does a lot of pretty impressive things when it's left alone. If I'm working on a lyric or a paragraph and I think about it as I'm drifting off, sure enough, there'll be something useful to write down when I wake up later. The same thing happens when I walk. I wear a fanny pack with a pencil and small pad of paper in it for the ideas or breakthroughs that come when I'm outside. Tomorrow, Peter Tomlinson, Lou Pappas and I are starting rehearsals for a CD that we'll record later this summer. I've written 12 new songs most of which don't have lyrics yet. That's the way it goes with me. Now that the music is done, my mind will turn its attention to words. I'll sleep more, walk more, carry a pad of paper everywhere I go. I spend a lot of time trying to figure out what it is I want to say in a particular song. There's usually a phrase or two that I want to keep and use. Those phrases are the jumping off points. They tell me what it is I was thinking about or feeling when the music was forming. I'm hard-pressed to abandon those original snippets. I often feel like I'm on a scavenger hunt when I'm writing songs. I know the words are there; I simply have to find them. My plane has just been called. In a few hours, I will have traveled a couple thousand miles, which is mind-blowing really. If all goes well, I'll be having dinner with my parents in 8 hours. I love that. We live far away but I still get to see them regularly because someone dreamed up the airplane 100 years ago. Have a good week everybody. As always, I'm grateful that you're there. Love, Bar |
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