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  • Song of the Day: Ain’t Even Done With the Night – John Mellencamp

    Update 9/26/20 — Hey Friends! I will eventually get around to posting a video me performing this song, but I have to admit my vocals are too weak. I have been since last summer taking singing lessons, practicing exercises, and they do work! I believe anyone can learn to sing as long as their ear is hearing the right pitch, but at the same time there are varying degrees of success, and I, even though maybe softly,  I still can’t sing this song at full volume anywhere near the ability of John. I’m getting better everyday, so I’m sure I’ll release something within the next 6 months even if it’s not as good (how could it be?).

    But in the meantime, I wanted to introduce you to something even more exciting. You’ve probably already heard of it: Chordify. It’s an app on your mobile devices and a website on your desktop. But especially for learning covers, it’s amazing! It analyzes every song and spits out a chord chart! From the standpoint of learning covers, nothing could be more easy and fun. I have no financial interest and so far I have not paid anything for it. They do have a premium offer but I’m not sure what that gets you. Let me know in the comments what you think! Anyway, you can find it yourself, but here is the Chordify representation of “Ain’t Even Done with the Night.” Hit this link. You’ll have a lot of fun, especially if you’re wanting to learn covers. It’s amazing!

    Original Post:

    Well, every once in a while I start making lists of songs that I could actually play live. I always have this romantic notion of being a troubadour, traveling the world with just his guitar, serenading everywhere he goes. Never gonna happen. Well, at the very least it is fun to have a repertoire, so that you can just play, spontaneously, out of exuberance, enjoyment, and to tell you the truth, even in your own house, when you actually get the mics out, the stool, and the PA system, and you play a collection of songs for an hour or so, it really gives you the physical and psychological release do I call it? Therapy? Whatever, like a work out, or going to “Yoga” or a “Spin” Class.

    At any rate, I thought last night that, you know, if I made a certain song off one of my lists a “Song of the Day” and spent the time learning it, actually playing it with a mic an PA as if I were performing live, that you know, after a month or a few months, certainly a year (and we know how fast these years go by) I’d have a pretty decent little setlist, repertoire, whatever you want to call it, that I could play for myself or for others.

    So hear goes: Last night I suddenly had the urge to listen to John Mellencamp on Spotify. So I listened to his top hits. Really almost any of them I could have chosen. This one was about 5th or 6th down on the list.

    So I came home and picked out the chords pretty fast. I mean it’s not a hard song, musically, but I’d like to think that that’s one of the benefits of learning covers: you start to see similar patterns, and the more you learn, the easier and more fun it seems to be to learn new ones. It’s kind of fun,  like figuring out a puzzle.

    (An hour or so later)

    Well, if nothing else, I’ve managed to drag out all the chords and mics and re hook up my PA system, along with a spot and a stool to simulate playing live in a small room. I went through this song a few times. I think I about have it. I don’t think I would be too impressive in front of a real crowd. It felt like my already weak voice was even weaker than usual. That bummed me out. But I know that at least in part some of that has to do with being able to hear yourself and the monitoring system, of which I have none.

    And then some other songs that I knew well enough came up, along with some original riffs sort “popping” out of the guitar. That’s another benefit of playing and learning cover songs: Gets your “juices” flowing and you’ll start spontaneously “hearing” and playing your own riffs and progressions that could become original songs.

    I guessed that a few years ago and had it confirmed by different “real” artists that I’ve read in interviews: For instance, if you want to be a poet, the best thing you can do is constantly be reading new poetry. Same with fiction, and I suppose with other arts.

    Well back to the subject at hand. I don’t know if I’ll keep this up. Knowing me, probably not. But anyway at least I have an official “Song of the Day” for May 8th, 2013, and it’s John “Cougar” Mellencamp’s “Ain’t Even Done with the Night.”

  • Sonnet #9 in Iambic Tetrameter –

    I think I’m wrong about the song.
    I didn’t feel that you would come.
    Please tell the notes that don’t belong
    That winter’s bone remains unsung.

    I feel it on the inside grow.
    So, could a man become a god?
    Don’t let this meditation go.
    Just follow it no matter what.

    This isn’t where I want to be.
    My heart is feeling very sore.
    You know the site I want to see?
    Three graces dancing at my door.

    What is it that I’m running from?
    Those angels say to let it come.

     

  • Sonnet #11

    We have eternal ‘monicas that sing.
    An icy cloud is growing over the South.
    Out of the woods the Sun creates a ring
    Though which the river dances in its mouth.

    We’ve rowed this dream one hundred times before.
    We’re made of the same blood that’s in the stars.
    What does it take to sail through the gold door
    Back to a life that always has been ours?

    The pink clouds are the signal you sent up.
    There’s something missing from this story line.
    There must be something in that holy cup.
    The same as Gilgamesh’s sacred vine.

    We dive below that sea on every night
    That Tristan oneday sees her sail is white.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • Chords and Lyrics for Simple Pleasure by Josh Rouse

    Simple Pleasure
    (By Josh Rouse)

    Here’s a link to a downloadable .pdf of the Lead Sheet: SimplePleasureLeadSheet.pdf

    G                             D
    It’s right here in my face,
    A                            D
    but I turn the other way.
    Cmaj7/G                 D
    The end is drawing near,
    G                                  D
    And we live in a state of fear.
    /           Bm       A        G
    Under-neath Ari-zona skies,
    /        Bm            A         G
    I pre-tend not to see her cry.
    Em                                G
    In a whisper soft and low she says:
    Dmaj7
    Simple pleasure that is really
    Gmaj7
    all I want.
    /                        Em
    When you come round, when you
    come round, when you come round,
    /        Gmaj7
    I want more.
    Dmaj7
    Simple Pleasure that is really
    Gmaj7
    all I need.
    /                        Em
    Won’t you come home,
    won’t you come home,
    won’t you come home
    Gmaj7
    with me?
    G                           D
    You’re fading out a-gain.
    A                          D
    So I take it on the chin.
    Cmaj7/G          D
    Help me find a way
    G                                   D
    To make it through each day.
    /           Bm        A       G
    Under-neath Ari-zona skies,
    /         Bm           A          G
    I pre-tend not to see her cry.
    /      Em
    In a whisper soft and low she says:

    Repeat Chorus.

    Won’t you come home with…
    D D/A G
    (Solo over the above chords.)

    /           Bm        A       G
    Under-neath Ari-zona skies,
    Bm            A         G
    I pre-tend not to see her cry.
    /               Em
    And we’re tryin’ not to live for,
    G
    tryin’ not to live for now…

    Repeat Chorus.

    Em
    Won’t you come with me.
    G
    Won’t you come home with me
    D
    Won’t you come home with me.

    End.

  • Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter

    Those Canadien snow geese are the soul
    The azaleas in the Spring
    They have nowhere to go
    But one can hear them sing.

    That was a little poetical fragment that came to me on a walk just now, in the gorgeous springtime air, of course a little Starbucks influenced as well as the air, water, Sun, geese, birds singing. Maybe I’ll make it into a longer piece, or maybe I’ll just leave it as it is. Feels honest. Anyway, below is my latest “Sonnet” installment

    Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter

    We can not face ourselves.
    There has to be a way.
    We’re grasping for the trails
    Of fairies on the lake.

    I wanted you to know
    We’re oxygen that see
    A blanket in the snow
    Of flying wild white geese.

    We have too many things.
    Sight blinded by two eyes.
    The trails go out in rings
    Soul’s wings that spray the skies.

    When we accept this ride
    Then Isis is our bride.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • Sonnet #8 in Iambic Tetrameter – A White Hart

    What do we find ourselves inside?
    The Roman army’s moving north.
    A sacrifice the snake won’t die.
    The oblations smoke is rising fourth.

    Wish you could fall in love with me.
    The sacrament’s the gateless gate.
    I could turn you back from a stream
    Fulfilling or escaping fate.

    The Garden’s walls are Persian blue
    Aladdin’s castle’s Spanish bound.
    It all comes down to me or you
    If secrets hid are ever found.

    Our Jinn fall down a Roman well.
    The white hart runs without a trail.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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