A Little Song in D Minor

The creative process is a strange and mysterious one, even to those of us who do it every day. I wrote this song a couple of days ago, or maybe it was a couple of weeks ago. It’s hard to remember these things. Little tiny ideas floating around in my head finally make it to the piano and page and then to the form of an mp3.

I was feeling particularly pensive and intense and the music seems to reflect that. I wanted to make something that had a driving rhythm to it and yet convey poignant longing. It started in G minor, but it soon became apparent that it wanted to live in D minor instead. I’m okay with that. The music often tells me where to go, sometimes where to shove it and often deservedly so.

I hope you enjoy part of this little song that I wrote in the very near past. Let me know what you think!

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My Other Office

On Fridays and Saturdays, I teach private piano lessons at Boulevard Music on the corner Sepulveda and Culver. Come by the store and say HI! It’s pretty awesome, for all musicians but especially for guitar players. I knew right away that I would like it at this store and then I saw the piano. I grew up next to a Baldwin Acrosonic, the same piano that now sits in my home office also sits in my other office at Boulevard. That piano has been in my life since I was born. A nice bright tone with an even feel across the keys, I’m happy to be playing and teaching on this piano.

The Baldwin Acrosonic
My Other Office
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Can’t leave it to chance

I go to work in an hour or less, I shake

my feeble mind awake and count the minutes.

It seems like yesterday that I was by the lake

and drinking summer drinks and eating peanuts.

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I breath a heavy sigh and try to focus,

but my vision keeps returning to the hazy

late days, not lost, just buried with the crocus.

The basking in the sun swept sand and lazy

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reclining among the lack of necessary tasks

and letting my mind go on it’s wandering path

imagination wild with facades and masks,

each possibility taking me further from the math

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that waits upon my desk. Checkbook to balance,

the bills to pay, a job to do, can’t leave it to chance.

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