Well, it’s officially Christmas Eve Day, and I know I am late. I have battled with this song for the past 40 hours. I have complained before about technology, so I will bite my tongue now. The good news? I think I won this battle. I may even have won the war. Listen.
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Tonight’s song started out with a talk with a good friend of mine. We talked about greed, love, the demise of humans… you know, the usual stuff. Being a spiritual man, my friend then proceeded to touch upon Christmas. I talked about life being a collection of human relations, and he reminded me of all the people who will go through Christmas, and many other days this year, alone. And so it was that Tom, a fictional and yet all too real character, appears in my head. This is the story of Tom’s Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »
The last song that Steve wrote was very, very much out of the element of the 52sp. With little to no feedback on it, Steve has assumed that he should stick to the campfire songs. With a new recording rig, a new software setup and an urge to move to a warm country, here is song 47. Which, incidentally, means there are only 5 songs left. Oh, 6 if you count the infamous (and still absent) song 28. “Hello? Is anybody out there?” Read the rest of this entry »
For starters, we didn’t forget about the song, or release it late by accident. There is only one day, ever, that we can release a song at 11:11am on 11/11/11, and so I did it. Steve here. I am trying to make a new exclamation popular. If you are describing something very excitedly, say, “Sweet Doucet! That was something!”. And, in the case of this song, “Sweet Doucet! I have no idea what I just did!”. It is unlike anything else I have recorded. It is not a campfire song. In a recent e-mail, Chris Tindal called it “redicatastic”. I think that about sums it up. Read the rest of this entry »
Wow, this is getting real. 52 song project is actually winding down. Just 11 more weeks to go… satisfying and yet a little sad (queue:Â segue) which leads us into this week’s song which borders on mourning. Leaning heavily on guitar for many of our songs, we thought we would throw out a piano piece. This quickly turned into something of a meandering lamentation which… oh, just go and listen already. Read the rest of this entry »
Remember when you wanted to be a rock and roll star? Remember when all you had was that tape recorder with the red “record” button… when you popped in the blank tape, making sure to put masking tape over the record tab if it was broken… and you would wail into the tiny microphone with everything you had, all the background noises, no filters, no effects, just you and your song… Well, this week we present you with a song inspired by youth and necessitated into archaic recording practice.
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The last two 52sp songs have been sappy, so after being energized by the absolutely spectacular electric storm that swept through as I was in Toronto yesterday, here is a more upbeat tune. If you have ever experienced within days of each other both a severe lack of sleep as well as the ability to relentlessly sleep all of the time, you may be able to relate to the lyrics. If not, you may find your head bobbing in time to the quick offbeats or the power guitar chorus. And if all that fails, set this tune as your morning alarm. It won’t let you down.
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If you are ever feeling down, perhaps a little glum, don’t you ever take yourself away to an island in your mind? Somewhere warm? An island filled with all of the positive, calming things in your life? Perhaps that is cliche, however this song is intended to conjure up warm and relaxed feelings that may be metaphor to sailing, blue water, warm weather, and getting away from it all. Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s a dark little ditty with a sprinkling of hope in its bouquet. As Saturday is meant to be rainy, this could perchance be an appropriate soundtrack… the mingling of raindrops could complement the percussion nicely. Swagger last week, this week might just be the opposite! Have we set you up for tears? Hopefully less of that and more of introspection. In less than 40 minutes from posting this, it will be 9 o’clock in Fairbanks, Alaska.
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Discussion
STEVE: If you have been following along, you will have noticed that our champion Chris has heroically been single-handing the project for several weeks now: no mean feat. I have been on the road with my summer work, though Chris has arguably… nay, certainly been more busy. I am finally back home and starting a short breath of summer holidays. My recording gear seems to be working and last evening’s internet connectivity issues with my local network appear to be resolved, and so, even if it is several hours late, I give you song 32.
I am not going to do a lot of ‘splainin’. I feel as though this is one of those songs that you can let your mind wander into and take your own meaning out of it. Having been over much of the Canadian East these past few weeks, thousands of kilometers of road can surprisingly be inspiring as far as song writing. I have some songs to catch up on pitching in for 52sp, but I have plenty of fodder. In short, I wrote this last night with my mind in Halifax and contemplating just how far away Fairbanks, Alaska is.
Enjoy.
Lyrics
Jaded on the corner of Barrington and nowhere once again
That last glass of sangria, that last bridge caught on fire to my friends
The sun’s been down for hours but it’s 9 o’clock on the other side of town
Hold on to me
I know there’s good
I know it’s good
I know I should, I willÂ
What once I thought was forward, it appears I’m walking backward through the streets
All the cars and people do their best to make their way around me
And the things I thought were closer are now disappearing
Hold on to me
I know there’s good
I know it’s good
I know I should, I willÂ
Suddenly I see that we’re not meant to be looking for a cure
If there are no questions there are no more answers to look for
While you wrap your heart around that I will wrap my arms around you
Hold on to me
I know there’s good
I know it’s good
I know I should, I willÂ
Credits
Words and music: Steve Salt
Steve Salt: Vocals, guitars, programmed bass, drums, piano, organs
Chris Tindal: Extremely tolerant of his friend’s absence
Claire Salloum: Future illustration
Jetlag + missing friends overseas + Bulgaria + experiential education + true love + dancing at weddings + thinking about how we treat our health + pizza + memories that are so good they hurt + the ability to travel long distances in short periods of time + people that, even though you might see them once every few years, fit right back into your life + memories that are so bad they hurt + staying up too late when you should be keeping someone warm + lack of oxygen but abundance of radiation on airplanes + songwriting + 2 hours = Twist.
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