Current mood:pensiveAh, yes, I have branched out into the world of harmonies. Indeed, a highly finicky business, one which well executed cause tears to trickle and eyes to enlarge, let alone ears to become elated. I, a mere foetus in the womb of recording, have lots to learn, but they say neonates learn extraordinarily quickly the world in which they become drowned in at birth, so there is hope.
I confess, this took me a good while to record compared to previous recordings. Not only did I continually mess up the original track, but it took many times to decide on what second guitar to use, and let's not talk about the harmonies used; getting the levels right, the actual harmony right, etc. etc. As you will have heard they are not perfect. Nevertheless, they get better as the song progresses so give a listen to the end to see an improvement within the 3 mins. I have a certain pride, which I am aware is a wrong doing, in the harmony on the last verse right on the 'San Francisco' line. I was very pleased with it on recording.
Well, it is a funny world in which we live as there are some coincidences within the song and my present state of affairs, ones which I am not going to disclose, but nevertheless, it's interests me to see these sweet mysteries become pronounced without being conscious of it. There is a subtle hint of death in the song and loss of loved ones and it all boils down to Oscar Wilde.
This song was inspired by Oscar Wilde through and through. I once watched the film adaptation of Lady Windermere's Fan and being a fan of quotes, I noted down some of the gems from the dialogue, then went scrabbling through my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray to find more quotes. Soon, the song materialised and included the classic from Wilde; 'When good Americans die they go to Paris'. Where do the bad ones go? America! I am due to hit San Francisco next spring, it's a good thing I am English.
It has been a song that I never really played too often once it was written, perhaps because it was written after a turbulent day early in 2009, or perhaps I didn't think it deserved to be played, however, I am feeling it has developed into a butterfly having been in a cocoon for over a year and finally it's ready to see the sunlight, but like the butterfly in it's adult form it may only survive a week, or it may live for a good year or so. Well death is funny thing at the best of times and one has to question whether things die at all. Does the night die when day breaks only to perish itself come nightfall? If someone lives in my memories are they actually dead? Perhaps we're all dead and in dying we are actually reborn elsewhere? Well, I just did a quick quote search and was interested to see, on a page full of 'after-life' quotes, quotes from Socrates to Dumbledore, what a marvellous world we live in. To say we 'live' may imply that we die... What a quandary.
'You cry when you're born, so rejoice when you die'
I know someone who is in Paris right now. I wonder who i'll see in San Francisco?