It's been a while since I posted a blog. I guess I just got out of the habit of doing so but maybe I can start to rectify that. There is something quite cathartic about the process which I forgot. I have been writing a lot recently. Songs and poems and fiction and I guess what I really need to do is get a structure to it all - if anyone can get a structure into a creative process. So I guess this is a way of saying, maybe I'll try harder. I have been thinking about writing a whole record about women. I have already written about Amelia Earhart and now Mary Queen of Scots and Frida Kahlo:Frida Kahlo
She had a head full of colour and a heart full of love
A bed full of lovers and a passion for flowers
Revolution was a word she drank with blood red wine
And she
danced – in Mexican time
She lived inside a box of paints red and blue and gold
Her hair was full of diamonds and the stories that she told
Moon and sea, ruby eyes, pink glass, mud and clay
And she danced – the Mexican way
She said, ‘I don't paint dreams or
nightmares...’
But the
truth stolen from the poor
Just because
you’ve made your bed,
You don’t
have to lie in it forever.
She drank to drown her sorrows but the damned things learned to swim
Divorced Diago but still loved him
She danced la conquista with Leon Trotsky
And made love - in Mexican time
It might be something different to do because I like thinking about different styled. For example, I absolutely adore Maria Elena by Ry Cooder and Flaco Jimenez with George Bohannon on a sublime trombone, what's not to like, huh? This week I got some very bad news. We both loved this tune. I wish we could have played it more.
