I wrote about the web of narration, echoes of footnotes and the spoken word after reading Manuel Puig’s KISS OF THE SPIDER WOMAN a few decades back. As I did so, I read Goethe’s stories and heard echoes of the same discussions about narrations. Songs and short stories are mixed throughout Magical Realism and other imagery. When a story or song is narrated the text picks up a life of its own and a power that on paper, it might never had.
What happens when the written word is Howled?
I wrote this song about a decade ago, when I was reading a lot of Cormac McCarthy novels. He paints a picture of a pretty rough world, and at the time, this was an appropriate reflection of the life I was living.
I like this song. It is one of the first songs I ever wrote. I’ve recorded it a few times. The recordings are ok. I have one with some harmonica that adds some good atmosphere.
I was about to re record it a few weeks ago, and begin work on a video, when gun violence in this country again exploded across the news headlines. I sighed, sad for those involved, and dutifully tucked my beloved song away.
It doesn’t sound the same anymore. I don’t have a “gun” message to offer to the world. There are some artists that…
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