Dream Pages...
In my rediscovered zeal, I've been checking out some pretty cool free music and songwriting lessons from the Berklee College of Music. Admittedly, they're pretty boiled-down... but can you blame them? After all, you can't give away the store.
Still, it feels like there's some good stuff to be had. One of the best ideas, from my motivational yet blocked perspective, is writing dream pages as part of a songwriting routine. Not surprisingly, the basic idea is... just write. Every day. No matter how bad. No matter how uninspired.
So, I took my first stab today. OK, so I didn't write in a notebook I keep by my bedside. They do allow that everyone is different, and that you need to adjust your routine accordingly. So, here's my first shot at my own Dream Page....
July 3, 2007
Trying to get a grip
On the things that really matter
Trying not slip
And fall into a splatter
Trying to make some time
For the things I need to do
Trying to find the time
For the reason that is you
I’m walking in my sleep
Just tripping from day to day
And the voices seem to creep
In and ruin what I’m trying to say
When the words form up inside
They all just come out wrong
In my heart there’s so much love
How come it only comes out in song?
It’s only from the fear that the yelling wells up inside
It’s only because I want you to be strong that I can’t seem to understand
Is it too much pressure on me?
Or am I putting too much on you?
What happened to the child I used to be?
So, there it is. Once again, I'm off and writing. As the summer gets into full swing, I feel full of promise and curiosity. There are things inside. Important things. Real things. Life things. Music things. Can I find the tools to dig them out? Can I develop the skills to cleam them up? If I put them on the shelf, will anyone nod in approval? Smile in recognition? Laugh in amusement? Cry in remembrance?
Either way, they'll be out. And that's most important.
We'll see how many of these scribblings I choose to post. It will be fun to trace back any new, completed works to these nascent ramblings. And to note the evolutionary process along the way.
C'mon along. I feel like this will be interesting.
Still, it feels like there's some good stuff to be had. One of the best ideas, from my motivational yet blocked perspective, is writing dream pages as part of a songwriting routine. Not surprisingly, the basic idea is... just write. Every day. No matter how bad. No matter how uninspired.
So, I took my first stab today. OK, so I didn't write in a notebook I keep by my bedside. They do allow that everyone is different, and that you need to adjust your routine accordingly. So, here's my first shot at my own Dream Page....
July 3, 2007
Trying to get a grip
On the things that really matter
Trying not slip
And fall into a splatter
Trying to make some time
For the things I need to do
Trying to find the time
For the reason that is you
I’m walking in my sleep
Just tripping from day to day
And the voices seem to creep
In and ruin what I’m trying to say
When the words form up inside
They all just come out wrong
In my heart there’s so much love
How come it only comes out in song?
It’s only from the fear that the yelling wells up inside
It’s only because I want you to be strong that I can’t seem to understand
Is it too much pressure on me?
Or am I putting too much on you?
What happened to the child I used to be?
So, there it is. Once again, I'm off and writing. As the summer gets into full swing, I feel full of promise and curiosity. There are things inside. Important things. Real things. Life things. Music things. Can I find the tools to dig them out? Can I develop the skills to cleam them up? If I put them on the shelf, will anyone nod in approval? Smile in recognition? Laugh in amusement? Cry in remembrance?
Either way, they'll be out. And that's most important.
We'll see how many of these scribblings I choose to post. It will be fun to trace back any new, completed works to these nascent ramblings. And to note the evolutionary process along the way.
C'mon along. I feel like this will be interesting.
posted by Brian Meeley at 1:15 PM
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