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waxing crescent moon

January 28, 2020 by cwilliams

waxing crescent moon - photo by Stephen Rahn

She hovers just above the Western line
In her dark youth, she’s already traversed most of the sky
By the time I seek her out, in the denouement after dinner.
A secret smile glowing like a giant Cheshire cat.
And I smile back, with my own sweet secrets glowing inside.

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viral integrity

January 27, 2020 by cwilliams

We’ve been catching up/binging on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (which I HIGHLY recommend) and I’m repeatedly struck by how this vivid, entertaining, downright hilarious show is also a serious depiction of the artists’ path (or that of any other nonconformist sort)  – and the many prices paid for the freedom to stay on that path.

The last episode we saw – Season 3 Episode 2 “It’s the Sixties, Man!” – we find Midge’s parents, Abe and Rose facing a complete downsizing of their lifestyle as Abe reconnects with his activist past by teaming up with a bunch of revolutionary beatniks and Rose has flung off her family’s trust fund when she realizes they have absolutely no respect for her. Rose harangues her daughter later, blaming her for their imminent homelessness: “You’ve made me passionate and independent and BROKE!”

Abe as a beatnik
Abe (played to perfection by Tony Shalhoub) enjoying his new beatnik turtleneck.

And I realized that Midge’s divergence from her cookie cutter, 50’s (extremely strict – wow, it was really strict, man) straight and narrow road to pursue something quite scandalous for a woman at the time (a career in stand-up comedy) ended up not only changing her, but also her parents and others close to her. By questioning society’s rules and making unthinkable (at the time) choices, she ended up holding up a mirror to Abe and Rose and although they didn’t like what they saw, they ended up questioning their own automatic adherence to society’s rules – and remembering what they used to truly hold dear.

The new road is bumpy as hell and nobody’s comfortable – but Midge, Abe and Rose are standing a bit taller, their heads a bit higher with a little gleam in their eyes, foreshadowing a more sweeping cultural revolution waiting just around the corner.

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“Cactus” before and after

November 28, 2017 by cwilliams

After posting that new demo of Cactus yesterday, I thought it might be interesting to show Daddy’s original words and how they turned out as lyrics. You know, something edumacational.

Also, it gives an idea of how long it can take to put a song out there – at least for me. I just looked up the original email and it was sent February 2016! Here are the words Thomas H. Williams wrote back then (un-edited – Daddy has his own artistic license with spelling and grammar):

“if I wasn’t me I’d be a cactus,…..maybe a tall saguro, real high…..waving my long arms at the sun, or the moon beneath the high desert sky…..maybe I’d be a silver cholla….succulent by a streambed that’s mostly dry…….maybe I’d stand like an organ pipe cactus, playin’ music. and my tune would sound like the buzz of bees on the prickly pear blossom, or the slow flappin’ sound of bats as they gather nectar under the cloak of dark by night. I’d be able to save my memories, like the barrel cactus saves water, not wasting one sweet drop…….that pickly tribe, why they are beautiful…..people lookin’ long see that they mean no harm, being safe behind their thorns…..if I was a scarlet hedgehog I’d show my colors, just for you…..if I wasn’t me I’d be a cactus….and I’d soak up all the love around me like cholla sips the dew.”

Damn.

I dibbled and dabbled with the idea of turning it into a song for almost a year. It was one of those ticklers – like in the movie ‘Babe’ – the idea of it just wouldn’t go away. I had most of the song in place by summer, and finally finished up the melody and new lyrics while I was on a family visit to Jacksonville in January 2017. And there are so many wonderful parts of the original that didn’t make it into the song – but each song is its own puzzle and the parts fit the way they fit. So it becomes something somewhat new.


Cactus by Williams and Williams

 

if I wasn’t me I’d be a cactus

I’d soak up all your lovin’ like the cholla sips the dew.

I’d use my thorns to keep our hearts safe

And I’d show all my colors, just for you

 

I could be a saguaro, waving so high

waving to the moon in the black velvet sky

Crowned by the flapping sound of bats flying by

Gathering their nectar by the dark of the night

 

If I was an organ pipe, playing you my tune

Sounding just like buzzing bees on wildflower blooms

Every kiss you’d shower would become my favorite song

And the hummingbirds would sing along

 

Your beauty is the flower of a wild prickly pear

With so many brilliant petals in colors so rare

Sweet magenta kisses are the fruits that you bring

Leaving me with just enough breath to sing

 


 

It wasn’t finished yet, though. I first wrote it as a bright uptempo ditty but the lyrics are pretty dense with words and syllables so I would trip over them. It wasn’t til my last trip to J’ville in August, playing it for Daddy, that he suggested I slow it down, let it breathe. I was a little resistant at first but it did feel more ‘right’. I also love fingerpicking a tune slowly like that. After coming home, I also dropped the key slightly. NOW it felt like something.

Then of course Daddy wanted a video of me playing it, so at some point during every phone call home since, while chatting with Mami, i’d hear his voice bellowing in the background ‘Where’s that video of Cactus?” Aaand here we are!

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“Cactus” Demo

November 27, 2017 by cwilliams

Every now and then, I do a quick video demo of a new song – part of it is to just put it out there, see how folks react, observe any resonance. I don’t do this for every new song, just some of the ones that get me more excited than others. The other part is Daddy’s relentless nagging : ) He’s my first teacher, my biggest fan, and just all around great as a dad and fellow musician He’s also stubborn as a pitbull with a bone and when he locks onto an idea, he won’t let go. Hence, this particular video demo of another song we wrote together (the first one is “Across Time” which you can listen to here). Confession: even in this age of selfies, instagram stories and unparalleled extrovert-ism, I do not enjoy shooting videos of myself and especially don’t enjoy going back and watching them. But Daddy will NOT let up – and it makes me feel like I’m doing something for the song itself – which to me is a living entity that requires love and attention – sooooo I’ll keep doing them every now and then.

Here’s a little insight into our co-writing process – Daddy sends me an email of stream of consciousness poetry and sometimes I hear a song in there. This song’s genesis was my family’s last trip to visit us in Tucson and was his love ode to the many wondrous cacti that grow here. I turned it into a love song – showed Daddy – he tweaked it (it used to be a bluegrass-y uptempo) and now we have this. I shot this just in time for Daddy’s birthday on the 16th and he liked it. Hope you like it, too!

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It’s Hard Work

November 7, 2017 by cwilliams

“there’s a hole in my pocket, and it’s leaking stars” 

You know that feeling when you realize the person you dreamed you’d be by now never quite got born? The courageous hero who saved the day? The shining diva who graced the giant stage? Anything but the day-to-day life you’re seeing stretched out in front of you? When you know there are stars inside you waiting to burst forth into the world, there’s more YOU in there somewhere.

But it’s hard work to turn this boat around at this stage in the journey. Even just taking those little tiny steps to make a change seems too much. And even if you take them, you’ll probably just fall on your ass in the process, in front of the world. But maybe you can get up again. Just one more time. Each time. And keep going. Because it’s Hard Work for all of us and we’re all in this together.

There’s a hole in my pocket and it’s leaking stars
One for each dream that never made it far
And all I can do is watch them as they slowly slip away. 

It’s a car full of memories, trying to run me down
Pedal to the metal, but I stood my ground
I stopped, turned around, stare into the double-barrel light 

It’s Hard Work to make the wrong things right, yes it is
It’s hard work to get up again and fight. 

Well I could pick up a needle, go find some thread
One end to the other until it’s closed again
But my hands are too heavy to fix anything today 

Well it’s hard work to make the wrong things right, yes it is.
Well it’s hard work to get up again and fight, but you do.
Well it’s hard work to find your one true light. Yeah, it is.
Yes it’s hard work, to get up again.

Music and lyrics by Cristina Williams

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