[LAU] [Fwd: Re: Any lyrics please?]

[tim hall]

Thanks Frank!

This is a great bit of deconstructionalist writing in itself. I found it 
enormously inspiring.

cheers

tim
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Frank Pirrone wrote:
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> Subject:
> Re: [LAU] Any lyrics please?
> From:
> Frank Pirrone <frankpirrone at gmail.com>
> Date:
> Tue, 25 Sep 2007 16:16:13 -0400
> To:
> julien lociuro <julien.lociuro at gmail.com>
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> To:
> julien lociuro <julien.lociuro at gmail.com>
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> julien lociuro wrote:
>> Thanks for this.
>> I like your way of thinking..it seems like you do this very naturally..
>> I don't know..I think you have to have the appropriate mindset..
>>
>> But I don't really understand your process..you thought of a 
>> relationship.."we","sough","motive pebble"..and wrote those four 
>> lines??And the idea would be to have those on a wiki..so everybody 
>> could change them?
>> That would be great..
>> -- 
>> julien 
> Yeah, that's pretty much it Julien.  I mean, you can't string lyrics, 
> poetry, or prose together without a story or scenario in mind.
> So, I sat there for a moment and thought I'd take the easy way out and 
> use the general image of a "relationship" as the context.
> 
> Then I thought about what kind of images I might draw from - and I'll 
> close with a few examples both to make a point and maybe serve as a 
> starting point - and began to feel the struggles and sometimes common 
> yet other times divergent paths a relationship takes.
> 
> Think about the less corny ones.  First one that just popped into my 
> mind, and for some personal reasons, was "It's Too Late Baby" by Carole 
> King.  Long time ago - early 70s.  Here's the essence of the death of a 
> relationship due to nothing more than its running a commonly seen 
> course.  One person gets in deeper while the other drifts away.  In the 
> process awkwardness and pain grow until it's got to end...now.
> 
> Anyway, I thought of an image I've had before, in a number of contexts - 
> including technology training where expertise radiates out from a core 
> of folks inseminated with ideas and skills until it reaches and affects 
> everyone in the situation.
> 
> With this concentric circles metaphor, something happens to start 
> thoughts or events into motion - that motive pebble (a kind of strange 
> term that I've never used or thought of before but again I kept to be 
> true to the process and 'cause I sort of liked it).  Here's a concrete 
> example:  Troubled relationship, woman goes off on a vacation, meets 
> someone but nothing more than that at first, returns, mentions it to man 
> - maybe just to be open an honest, maybe to give him that fateful clue, 
> the ripples of this encounter eventually impact everything between them 
> and in their hearts until it's...too late baby.
> 
> The bit about the impulse coming from the depths of what was sought is 
> something of a cheat for meter and rhyme, but fundamentally a coherent 
> piece of the story.  Something tiny, from deep feelings, deep fears, or 
> even the subconscious can in a moment assert itself - something calls it 
> up or sets it off.  Here's a concrete example of that:  Couple in a 
> troubled relationship are at an amusement park, and something happens - 
> he does it or she does it - and suddenly an awareness occurs or 
> concretizes resulting in those fateful ripples.  Maybe the ball toss to 
> win a stuffed bear reminds one of them about an earlier relationship, 
> and this recollection changes the perception of the current relationship 
> leading to that too late baby moment.
> 
> Yikes!  I've never actually intellectualized all this before, but it's a 
> very interesting question - what is a mechanism for the creative 
> process.  I've always considered myself a problem solver and a creative 
> person - music, computers, programming, committee work, so at least for 
> myself I could if not a book then write a short pamphlet on how it works.
> 
> Please excuse any appearance of pretentiousness here.  I'm just trying 
> to offer whatever help I can.  My comments will be beneath those who've 
> gone farther but may be helpful to those who haven't gone as far.
> 
> Finally, some other images relating to thoughts, feelings, philosophy:  
> We're such social beings, but so imprisoned within ourselves.  Like 
> islands, but surrounded by our boundaries instead of water.
> You can never know what I mean when I say I love watermelon, and can 
> never know how a m7b5 chord makes me feel, or exactly what kind of buzz 
> I get from a perfectly formed piece of code.
> We can never get closer than bumping together (not us guys Julien...I'm 
> thinking of some of the lovely young things at school) or maybe a little 
> physically "closer" during sex - nothing crude intended - but, no matter 
> how desperately I want to crawl inside the very essence and being and 
> mind of someone I love...I can't.
> 
> What we have is grossly limited language and nuance, gestures and 
> touching.  However, everything, every damned thing is translated by the 
> other - filtered through her experience and consciousness and 
> perception.  Or as the Animals once said, "Oh Lord, please don't let me 
> be misunderstood."  Actually, once before I'm off this mortal coil, I'd 
> love to be UNDERSTOOD.
> 
> So, were islands, close sometimes but separated, demarked and delineated 
> by  many degrees of isolation - gender, age, experiences, personality, 
> intellect, soul and spirit.  If only our essence (whatever in hell that 
> would be) could drift outside ourselves and literally merge so that we 
> could truly, oh god I'm going to type this..., grok each other.  Her 
> eyes become my eyes, and her fingertips one with mine.  I can feel 
> cosmic by meditating, or ingesting certain natural and man-made 
> substances, but for all the times I've called out to someone with only 
> thoughts, I've never heard an answer.
> 
> Whew...spooky shit.  I've got to grab a couple Popsicles and the 
> Newsweek that just came and go outside and hit the pool - set a record 
> today here in Western New York following a glorious week and a half in 
> turn following a positively glorious Summer.
> 
> Anyway, Julien, if you're still reading down this far, and anyone else 
> who's been thinking through this stuff - if you can't write a song out 
> of all that crap, I have truly failed!
> 
> Frank