Songs can come out anywhere, anytime. I think they gestate inside of me for a while until they find the right time and way to come out. I wrote this bass line while I was on the floor of Bass Player Live out in Los Angeles in October. I was fiddling with the new Source Audio Programmable EQ and apparently thinking about The Who. Some of the musical motifs in it have definitely been trying to fight their way into existing songs but not quite fitting.
I’m not sure where this one is going to go, but I love how it sounds. For the time being, I’ll be listening to it and writing melodies on top of it. Since I’ve got the blog rolling again, I thought it would be pretty cool to share this one with you right from the absolute beginning of its creation.
The cool thing about Source Audio is that this clip will be in my bass demo video for the Programmable EQ. That’s where a lot of my song ideas have gone to die though…gotta be careful with that early gratification.
What does this song sound like it’s about to you? What should the lyrics focus on?
By the way…How EXCELLENT does that sound file look?
Alright I’m dedicating this post to my big sis who has been a saint for putting up with me for years. She didn’t always like me, but from the moment she realized I was also a human, she has taken such good care of me and the rest of our family. Recently, she’s been so great about sharing all of my music with her friends for years now and making sure I know she really likes what I’m doing.
In return, I have continued full speed on my self-absorbed quest of trying to increase my awesomeness at all times. Well, Internet…TODAY IS THE DAY that I don’t stop because I just love being a little punk so very much.
However, take some time right now to hop on over to my sister’s website, Simply Savannah Events. She’s been a busy bee this year becoming the best new event planner in Savannah, Georgia! If you’re looking for a classy, affordable wedding, bridal/baby shower, or any other event, she’s your gal. She’s also on Twitter!
As you can see from a few of the other posts on this site, I’ve had the music for this song kicking around for a while. It took me a while to figure out the right lyrical concept that matched the intense melancholy of the music.
I found the right subject at the wake of a friend’s mother who died unexpectedly. It was an awful, awful event in their life and even though I went through the experience of suddenly losing my dad, I had no idea what to say or do to help.
We sat in a circle at the funeral home and one at a time, people began to share memories about my friend’s mother. I struggled to figure out what I was going to say if that wave of condolences hit my seat and all eyes in the room fell on me. I didn’t know her at all. I never met her and I wasn’t there for her…I was there for my friend. His life had just been completely blown apart and I had come to be there for him. But what does that mean, to be there for someone?
I looked around me and saw some other friends who had come to this tiny funeral home in New England from as far away as France and Africa to be there for him. I realized that the best thing I could do was to point that out, as obvious as it may have been. We had all come so far for him because we knew that what had just happened had literally blown his life apart and we were there because we each held a piece of him.
The pieces we held were our memories of him, the shared experiences and memories in our minds that build the story and character of this person that we love. Even though the person we loved in him may be gone after this experience, we were there to let him know who he was to us. He could take it or leave it. He decides how he pieces himself back together. He decides who he wants to be.
That’s the remarkable thing about intense loss like that. You pick up the pieces. You decide the person you’ll become.
Thankfully, I was never asked or expected to say anything. The idea stuck with me though and it eventually became this song. The idea grew from there. I thought about how I felt when I was dealing with my loss and how I felt at so many of the other funerals I’ve had the misfortune of attending. In the end, ‘The Parts That Build You Back’ is my song for anyone who finds themself walking into a funeral home with no idea what to do. I hope that it will help them find a narrative for an awful event that has the power to heal.
The Parts That Build You Back
Your strength, your story, your home, your sense of pride
taken on the day she died.
My God what a hole inside…
I can feel the hurt of the words you heard
that blew your life away,
echoing in all you say.
So when you stare down to that void, think of me
racing to you with pieces of you, the parts that build you back.
So all that your heart beat for can hum in your soul once more.
Hmmm…
No I don’t know the pain that broke you down to pieces
But I will make you whole again.
I don’t need to understand.
I’m holding in my hands those word you once said,
‘nothings gonna break me down, even if it all just fails’
You see, I’m keeping that until you want it back
It’s tied tight to your name, stronger than the sharpest pain
and when you know who you’ll become, think of me
Standing by you with pieces of you, the parts that build you back
So all that your heart beat for can hum in your soul once more.
No I don’t know the pain that broke you down to pieces
But I will make you whole again.
I don’t need to understand.
This video is lifted from the start of the documentary Before The Music Dies. Somehow this clip found its way in front of me again. I don’t know, probably Reddit. If you’ve got the time, give it a dedicated watch. The movie came out about five or six years ago and it is a warning cry about the trend away from talent in the music industry. Alarming.
That’s not why I posted this video though! I have faith in Music still, despite that documentary. I posted this video because Billy Preston is a certified bad-ass. Look at that dude go! The day I am as cool as Billy Preston will be…never.
What you’re watching here is a very, very talented presentation of what it feels like to be free.