Music = Magic
RECORDING A HIP NEW TUNE ON THE VERANDAH
Despite having been playing guitar and writing songs since my late teens and having been briefly in a few bands and performing folky originals solo on stage at small gigs, up until recently I always felt kind of frustrated by my lack of ability to make tunes sound the way I wanted them, too.
Things have changed recently - first with the foolhardy release of a CD of the best of a year's worth of Garageband loop-based tunes - Lolipopman a few years back, followed by my enrolment in and zealous attendance of a Diploma of Music Production at SAE in Byron Bay.
Thanks to a couple of excellent instructors and a passionate affinity for the brilliant music making software, Ableton, I have been able to inch my way closer and closer to creating sonic productions with flair and competency - going deeper and loving the journey more and more as I progress.
Things have changed recently - first with the foolhardy release of a CD of the best of a year's worth of Garageband loop-based tunes - Lolipopman a few years back, followed by my enrolment in and zealous attendance of a Diploma of Music Production at SAE in Byron Bay.
Thanks to a couple of excellent instructors and a passionate affinity for the brilliant music making software, Ableton, I have been able to inch my way closer and closer to creating sonic productions with flair and competency - going deeper and loving the journey more and more as I progress.
Recent Release (mid 2018)
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My First Album
Released December 4th, 2016.
Twenty assorted tunes.
Quirky and esoteric.
Gently amusing.
http://www.lolipopman.com
Twenty assorted tunes.
Quirky and esoteric.
Gently amusing.
http://www.lolipopman.com
THAT CRAZY GUY (track no.18 on the album)
You ever listen to a crazy guy
On the street corner
For a while longer than you normally would
Because maybe he has something worthwhile
Maybe there is a gem in there
A diamond amongst the rubble
A tiny missing piece of the jigsaw
The one that's been giving you trouble
You are hyper aware
With super sentientience to spare
Attune, you can zoom in
To what is going on around you
Even though you zone out a lot of the time
Because essentially convention bores you
You used to like to sit still like a Buddha
In busy urban places
Bustling with people
Gaze at the passing faces
As they traversed in multidirections
Feeling awash by humanities magificence
Was one of your favoured predilections
It gave you a charge
Made you feel trippy
You did it in Tokyo
You did it in New York and LA
You did it in Kings Cross, Sydney
And sometimes still now in Mullumbimby
But you wouldn't call that busy
You used to be thrilled and delighted
More often
Appetites extreme, immense
Unlimited confidence
Adventures bold
Romances intense
At times, it should be mentioned
You were stifled by depression,
Melancholia, anxiety
Yeah, you got attacks
But you sought assistance
And it helped
That, and yoga, and swimming laps
Rebalanced you
Got you back on track
One thing you know for certain
For damn sure
Is that you experience life
Deeply, acutely
The good bits - that you love
And the bad bits, the nasty bits
Those hellish, horrible ruthless hits
You've faced them front on
And survived
To fight another day in another way
Within this realm from which there is but one escape
Flicks of faith in a sceptic's flavour
Abandoned ideals
No longer waiting for a saviour
In this gritty realisation
This overwhelming drama dream
Certainly infinitely more complex than it initially seemed
More dire and demanding than ever expected
Don't always get what you've projected
New age optimism has felt the pinch
That new world outlook has a fallow tinge
But like that crazy guy said
Everything would be sweet as shit
If I could just get out of my head
No clear idea what is coming next
Some days you wanna just stay in bed
But glad you did not today
Cause you wouldn't have met that crazy guy, that parameter buster
And gained new insight, a brush with luster
You wouldn't have been inspired to transcribe this verse
You wouldn't have progressed with the prescribed course
In coming to terms with what is, what is
And that - it seems - is what this is
A noble attempt to expound what is - that is what it is
What is, what is
You ever listen to a crazy guy
On the street corner
For a while longer than you normally would
Because maybe he has something worthwhile
Maybe there is a gem in there
A diamond amongst the rubble
A tiny missing piece of the jigsaw
The one that's been giving you trouble
You are hyper aware
With super sentientience to spare
Attune, you can zoom in
To what is going on around you
Even though you zone out a lot of the time
Because essentially convention bores you
You used to like to sit still like a Buddha
In busy urban places
Bustling with people
Gaze at the passing faces
As they traversed in multidirections
Feeling awash by humanities magificence
Was one of your favoured predilections
It gave you a charge
Made you feel trippy
You did it in Tokyo
You did it in New York and LA
You did it in Kings Cross, Sydney
And sometimes still now in Mullumbimby
But you wouldn't call that busy
You used to be thrilled and delighted
More often
Appetites extreme, immense
Unlimited confidence
Adventures bold
Romances intense
At times, it should be mentioned
You were stifled by depression,
Melancholia, anxiety
Yeah, you got attacks
But you sought assistance
And it helped
That, and yoga, and swimming laps
Rebalanced you
Got you back on track
One thing you know for certain
For damn sure
Is that you experience life
Deeply, acutely
The good bits - that you love
And the bad bits, the nasty bits
Those hellish, horrible ruthless hits
You've faced them front on
And survived
To fight another day in another way
Within this realm from which there is but one escape
Flicks of faith in a sceptic's flavour
Abandoned ideals
No longer waiting for a saviour
In this gritty realisation
This overwhelming drama dream
Certainly infinitely more complex than it initially seemed
More dire and demanding than ever expected
Don't always get what you've projected
New age optimism has felt the pinch
That new world outlook has a fallow tinge
But like that crazy guy said
Everything would be sweet as shit
If I could just get out of my head
No clear idea what is coming next
Some days you wanna just stay in bed
But glad you did not today
Cause you wouldn't have met that crazy guy, that parameter buster
And gained new insight, a brush with luster
You wouldn't have been inspired to transcribe this verse
You wouldn't have progressed with the prescribed course
In coming to terms with what is, what is
And that - it seems - is what this is
A noble attempt to expound what is - that is what it is
What is, what is