Bubba po
Tiny Stonehenge Moment
This song began life a few months ago when I bought my Roland Jazz Chorus JC-120 amp. I tried to write an interesting chord progression that showed off the distinctive characteristics of the amp. Writing the piece was one thing - learning to play it well was another thing entirely!
I sat on it for a while then eventually started working on it again; this time I got as far as a bassline and crunch chord parts. I stalled again and was rescued by my son who played the drum parts on a visit home from Uni. Reinvigorated, I finished all the music for the song then was stumped for what it was going to be about.
In the end I decided to use it to tackle the single biggest event that's affected me in recent years and that is the growing up and moving away of my son. I doted on that little fella and was continually astounded by his talent for the drums and other instruments. Now he's grown up, he's still my son, but different. Still amazing but both him and not-him at the same time. It's left my feelings all churned up and this is an attempt to make sense of it.
Frank is on drums and I'm on everything else.
Progression
With willingness I saw you meet the world
Incredulous I watched
As you turned from grey to pink
So vulnerable, so tiny in my hands
So terrified we were not fit to cope with your demands
Somehow we made it through
We did our best for you
But now I face this emptiness
And pain I never knew
With willingness the music came to you
From three years old I watched
As your skill and passion grew
I can’t express the rapture that I found
To play the songs we played and how we shared that common ground
Somehow we made it through
We did our best for you
And now I face this emptiness
And pain I never knew
With nervousness you went into the world
It felt just like abandonment to leave you in that room
But you flourished and you’ve made yourself anew
I knew it had to happen, and you know I’m proud of you
Somehow we made it through
We did our best, it’s true
But I still face this emptiness
This void the shape of you.
And pain I never knew.
I sat on it for a while then eventually started working on it again; this time I got as far as a bassline and crunch chord parts. I stalled again and was rescued by my son who played the drum parts on a visit home from Uni. Reinvigorated, I finished all the music for the song then was stumped for what it was going to be about.
In the end I decided to use it to tackle the single biggest event that's affected me in recent years and that is the growing up and moving away of my son. I doted on that little fella and was continually astounded by his talent for the drums and other instruments. Now he's grown up, he's still my son, but different. Still amazing but both him and not-him at the same time. It's left my feelings all churned up and this is an attempt to make sense of it.
Frank is on drums and I'm on everything else.
Progression
With willingness I saw you meet the world
Incredulous I watched
As you turned from grey to pink
So vulnerable, so tiny in my hands
So terrified we were not fit to cope with your demands
Somehow we made it through
We did our best for you
But now I face this emptiness
And pain I never knew
With willingness the music came to you
From three years old I watched
As your skill and passion grew
I can’t express the rapture that I found
To play the songs we played and how we shared that common ground
Somehow we made it through
We did our best for you
And now I face this emptiness
And pain I never knew
With nervousness you went into the world
It felt just like abandonment to leave you in that room
But you flourished and you’ve made yourself anew
I knew it had to happen, and you know I’m proud of you
Somehow we made it through
We did our best, it’s true
But I still face this emptiness
This void the shape of you.
And pain I never knew.