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First about the Words

Then about the Music

Then about what this is, this Substack thing

The Words

This is when it all started, this thing you’re reading right now.

I am standing in a roomful of people. Eyes closed. I’m listening to the band. Hot tunes. They’re pushing the beat, playing slightly ahead of where the tick-tock would land. Without speeding up. And it’s working. The whole thing has an energy that would disappear if it was all straight on the tick. I think I’m being inconspicuous, standing in my usual spot against the pillar. But I open my eyes and she’s looking at me. With an expression I can’t read. I put the question on my face. Comes the answer.

“I wish I could hear music like you do.”

Not the first time.

Back home I started wondering how I might put down in words the experience of playing that music, that you’re listening to. What came out took its own form, regularly surprising me where it went, and what it seemed to be trying to say. And it had its own voice, which I tried to reproduce in written form as faithfully as I could. What I began when music was first being reliably recorded on computers, when a phone was a thing on a wall, when the internet was email, listservs and websites and social media was ‘The Well’, was finished as a period piece. Historical fiction

Because life.

Thanks to a break in the space/time continuum, and the generosity of a few First Readers, we made it to the end. Time to share it with you.

What’s here is first draft. Full of rough magic, accidental genius, and a couple of things yeah the singer’d like to get behind the mic and do over again when we get to that part of the process. If you’re looking for the polished sheen of the fully mastered final recording you will be disappointed.

Also what’s here is personal—and I write originally in lowercase. With two spaces after a period. Anything else is a foreign language. Beautiful. But even though I’m reasonably fluent I will always speak it with an accent. Which I will get good with. Someday. Smallsigh. My own style includes singlewording ideas like like myplace and lightfall to form portmanteaux (portsmanteau? ah English), leaving some words un-capitalized because I feel it gives them a different meaning (see ‘all lowercase’ above), and of course our national quirk of using both English and American spelling (usually not in the same sentence, that would be gauche).

If you have a low tolerance for that sort of thing you need to step away. I’ll be fine, promise. And you won’t get triggered.

Also, if, like me, you prefer to come at a story clean, with no idea of things like the writer’s intent, or what’s coming, stop here now. Go read. If you’re still curious come back later.

I’ll wait.

After the fold

If I was talking to a fellow writer I’d share that as I was finishing this draft I realised there’s more than one story here that needs to be told. And that the title I’ve been using since the very beginning of this process is not the name of this tale I’ve just finished. It’s the name of the whole arc. Which of course means this one needs a new title. Yeah that’s something I wasn’t expecting.

All of which brings its own challenges.

But it also means I’d have the chance to explore things like how those who play to make the rent behave so very differently from those who don’t; the experience of helping the horn player work out best mic placement while the show goes on around us; how I was taught the difference between festival and concert is that one has workshops; watching a fellow artist sag when I used the most excellent useful and commonsense phrase ‘all the genders’; the fine teacher who used to be a professional wrassler in the America’s deep south: with stops along the way for the amphitheatre of dragonflies, The Dance of the Drunken Uncle, Schroedinger’s Date, The Insufferable Groove, The Parade of the Iced Cottonwoods, the Difference between Teaching and Learning…

And what it is to see the world in sound

Which is actually at the heart of all this.

Wish me luck.

/k

The Music

As long as I’ve played music, I’ve been re-imagining songs, and writing new ones, and then re-imagining those too. I spent a long time as an honoured guest in the traditional world, where my re-inventions of beloved songs and tunes were welcome and sometimes even celebrated. Over the years I’ve also taken an astonishing amount of Bowie, or Beatles, or well… any song that took my interest, and shaped it into something that maybe said something new. All while deeply respecting the sources.

Most of that has never been recorded. It was all made purely for playing live.

Here, in most cases for the first time, I will begin to set down that body of work.

For the friends who’ve insisted I keep at it.

For the folks I’ve met along the road who’ve offered their support in so many ways.

And for you. Because you’re here now.

I think you might enjoy it.

/k

So what is all this anyway?

Substack is a set of tools that are really useful for working artists.

So I’ve chosen to base my body of work here, using these tools.

It’s probably worth noting that Substack does not own nor have the rights to my subscriber database. Which is very different from social media companies.

What I put here can come to you in an e-mail form. And is also available to subscribers as a traditional website. It’s up to you how you enjoy what I set down.

Substack also makes it very straightforward for folks to support what I’m doing in a way that is safe and secure. You’ll notice that there are several levels of support that are available. If you haven’t already done so, please consider subscribing.

Remind me you’re there

I write and record music with a few specific friends in mind. Some are with me now. Others are just a place in my heart that no one else can hear. But it’s good for me to be reminded that you’re reading and hearing all this too. And maybe getting something out of it. Which makes for better work, and most importantly a better reading or listening experience for you. It’s funny how that works.

If you enjoy what you’re getting, please spread the word. It makes a difference.

If you’re a Paid Subscriber, I appreciate the help. Please know it makes it easier to spend the time to do this. (And yes, since you ask, this is what I do.)

If you’re a Patron, I’m grateful for your support. I have some special projects in the works, and look forward to sharing them with you.

If you’re a Free Subscriber, I’m glad you’re here. I hope I can make your day a little better. By subscribing you do the same for me.

However it happens, your support means a lot.

Thanks for being here.

/kb

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