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Well, since I didn't have much to say in my last song notes, I'll make up for it here. First of all, this piece has been very exciting for me, and quite an obsession for the past few days. I've really pushed myself to try a bunch of new things - including expanding the number of instruments used (and thus, the number of tracks fighting for screen space), working both on and off the grid (damn metronomes), and ALL of the percussion is completely done BY ME (not recorded live, just written into GB)! That was scary - let me know what you think!
The song title comes from a poem by Mary Oliver, my favorite poet, and the picture was taken by me a few years ago standing in a grove of redwoods in northern California, looking up, up, up. Every morning, I go for a walk through the woods by my house, and have watched in wonder as, once again, Fall enters in. As I began working on this piece, I had an image of a bright yellow Maple leaf, falling from the tree and being bounced joyously along by a crisp, Fall breeze, traveling it's way through the trees. But as I continued creating this music, it grew into so much more than just a leaf's journey. It has become, too, a soundtrack to accompany me each morning as I move Among The Trees.
Enjoy!
The song title comes from a poem by Mary Oliver, my favorite poet, and the picture was taken by me a few years ago standing in a grove of redwoods in northern California, looking up, up, up. Every morning, I go for a walk through the woods by my house, and have watched in wonder as, once again, Fall enters in. As I began working on this piece, I had an image of a bright yellow Maple leaf, falling from the tree and being bounced joyously along by a crisp, Fall breeze, traveling it's way through the trees. But as I continued creating this music, it grew into so much more than just a leaf's journey. It has become, too, a soundtrack to accompany me each morning as I move Among The Trees.
Enjoy!
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Lyrics
When I Am Among The Trees
By Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
By Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
KissMeKate
The drums are great. This one has been getting often replayed in my head since I first heard you working on it.
Smooches.