O Great Pentatonic Scale, is there nothing you cannot do?
I’ve been about as far outside of my creative mojo as you can possibly get these past few days. OK, weeks. Months even. Which is not a good thing, as I have several gigs coming up where I am being paid real live American Dollars to be creative. So, I cracked out the old pentatonic scale, and started doing a random search through Google Books until I stumbled on the phrase “Sound the Narrows.”
I’m pretty sure that, eventually, there’s a song in here. For now, it’s just a writing sketch to get me back in the good place. The profitable, profitable good place.
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Sharolyn 7:40 am on 21 June 2008 Permalink
Mike said: “O Great Pentatonic Scale, is there nothing you cannot do?”
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-Sometimes I read the first line of a post, and guess the author. After I laughed out loud, I guessed Mike.
Gretchen 1:06 pm on 21 June 2008 Permalink
I like it. The words are great and coming together. See what a little uninterrupted kid free time can do? Maybe we’ll join Erica’s Monday Fun Days and leave you and Chad to your free creative ways. Apart from one another that is.
Paul Reisser 1:47 am on 23 June 2008 Permalink
I really like what you’ve started here and hope you’ll press on. It brought to mind, through some random neuron connections, a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson called “Crossing the Bar” –
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
There’s a lovely setting of this poem that I’ve heard a few times on “Prairie Home Companion,” sung by a group called Salamander Crossing — 99 cents on iTunes. Check it out, and keep working on this one.
michael lee 8:49 am on 23 June 2008 Permalink
That guy is such a hack.