And so, as I said yesterday I stumbled across a really nice minor blues tune, starting in F#m and I developed it through the day and picked it up again this morning. And I guess that is part o the creative process, here I am in the idyll of Vamos in Crete, drinking coffee at the table under the grapevine outside the front door of this cottage, about to go for a swim and I was reflecting on being in New Orleans earlier in the year, and the blues that seemed to be seeping out of every bar on Bourbon Street. So having thought about Naucrete - and I don’t know if anyone recognised the picture of the bridge I posted a couple of days ago was the Crescent City Connection over the Mississippi - I had this the idea for a Daedalus blues song, well to my ears it seemed about right, so here is the lyric, below. If ever there was proof that a song lyric is not a poem then this could be an example (Glenn Fosbraey to note):Daedalus on Bourbon Street
On the corner,
under the streetlight
between the river and the night,
curiosity will catch your eye,
pull you closer by his side
- he’ll be waiting...
And he’ll be looking
like an angel,
caught between a dream and a lie,
his disguise shouldn’t fool you,
as he pulls you
- to where he’s waiting...
Dusty books
on dusty shelves
are not where he will be,
he’s dealing a different high.
He doesn’t do joy
he doesn’t do poetry,
on the corner
under the street light,
between the river and the night,
- he’ll be waiting...
Like it says, New Orleans is a wonderful place but like all such places there are Daedalus characters best avoided. And I have been thinking, later this week when Dan joins me I might be able to film these songs and put them up, let’s see - I could hold a Brighton garden 'reading' for Alasdair Buchan who is about to go to New Orleans soon. But for now this is a lyric to answer the poetry challenge (finished about ten minutes ago) - actually it sounds really good on the guitar, and a half decent song, I have a couple of chord changes that really work well (nice and sleazy) - ah but the prosody of the song, the music and lyric combined, its not poetry but something other... While typing I find myself listening to this:
Like it says, New Orleans is a wonderful place but like all such places there are Daedalus characters best avoided. And I have been thinking, later this week when Dan joins me I might be able to film these songs and put them up, let’s see - I could hold a Brighton garden 'reading' for Alasdair Buchan who is about to go to New Orleans soon. But for now this is a lyric to answer the poetry challenge (finished about ten minutes ago) - actually it sounds really good on the guitar, and a half decent song, I have a couple of chord changes that really work well (nice and sleazy) - ah but the prosody of the song, the music and lyric combined, its not poetry but something other... While typing I find myself listening to this:
