April is Writing Month (#NaPoWriMo #CampNaNoWriMo)

I’ve been gearing up for writing 30 poems in 30 days for #NaPoWriMo this April but I’ve just learned of #CampNaNoWriMo (April version of #NaNoWriMo–Novel Writing Month). Something has got to give! After #FAWM (February Album Writing Month), I’ve decided that perhaps I should give my ears a break and write a novel and poetry instead. I can gear back up for 50/90 (50 Songs in 90 Days) from July-October.

I’ve never been a fan of these writing challenges before but, somehow, where I am in life is leading me to loving them.

I’d just joined TAXI, I still have two months of NSAI membership, recently enrolled in a Logic Pro X Music Production class and got some new killer speakers, so I am feeling a bit guilty about putting music aside to focus on other writing. But, I tell myself, it’s only for one month. I still have time for 50/90, and I still have time for the TAXI Road Rally in November.

Let’s see how this year plays out.

Cool Comments on my FAWM Songs

I experienced my first FAWM (February Album Writing Month) this year and going in, I thought it would be like NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month – you post your words but nobody sees them). But for FAWM, the whole point is to write an album and get comments, collab, and connect with other musicians.

This has turned out to be so cool! Some people are still hanging around and posting more comments so I peek in now and then to see what some are saying about my music and to discover other people’s music.

The interesting thing to me is that the two songs I thought were just too far out there have been getting compared to David Bowie (and Laurie Anderson) so I guess I’m not too strange after all. 🙂

Take a listen for yourself – strictly work tapes:

Wise Woman (Wisest Woman I Would Ever Know)

I Missed the Train

Ode to John Madison

During FAWM, I wrote these poetic lyrics here.

And then before the month’s end I came up with a demo. It was inspired during Race Week in Daytona with its roots in rum runners with a tribute to those who came before me: musicians, car racing, and rum runners.

FAWM Freaked Me Out

I threw myself into FAWM (February Album Writing Month – like what NaNoWriMo is for writers, FAWM is for songwriters) for the first time – I’d only heard about it a few days before the beginning of February. I proved to myself I could sit down at the computer in my music studio and write a song every day. I did that for 7 songs and then I literally froze up.

The muscles in my chest, neck, and back grew so tight, I shouted out in pain. Music was no longer fun. I was totally sick on Valentine’s Day. I slept all day and rested more on the day after and by Friday I was working on a song with a collab partner and the whole thing happened all over again. Music, it seems, is too much for me. At least FAWM is. So I had to bow out.

Rethinking my whole music focus, I began to think it was time to put it away and focus on writing. But then I picked up my latest Logic Pro manual and started programming drums. OMG!!! I could spend all of my time doing that. So I doubt I’ll be able to live this quiet life I’d imagined, reading and writing novels, quieting my mind without music. I don’t think that’s going to happen either. So I’ll have to choose wisely, whatever that is.

For today, I think it means I leave the drums alone and go back to some quiet reading, maybe writing. My brain has absorbed enough noise for the day, no matter how much I love it. Otherwise, I think I could totally go nuts playing electronic drums – it’s in my DNA. The drumming part that is. Or maybe the other part, too. 🙂

 

Kentucky Flame (FAWM)

Kentucky Flame (FAWM)
Songwriting Challenge: No Chorus

Lyrics, copyright 2018, Kathy Holmes

I searched for an old friend the other day
I met him in California in the sixth grade
I never expected to find him that way
When I saw the obituary of my old Kentucky Flame

I remember the day this Kentucky boy met this California girl
You never forget the first to call you on the phone or carry your books home from school
We listened to Elvis records on my record player in the garage
He said he loved me and chased me around my front yard

He played guitar and I wrote songs
He said he’d never seen the ocean but he’d seen it all along
Seems like yesterday we played those innocent kissing games
How could the light go out for my old Kentucky Flame?

3 Drinks Later (Dancing with Travolta) (#FAWM)

My first complete song I posted on FAWM (February Album Writing Month – similar to NaNoWriMo for writers in November), inspired by the opening of the new Edison bar and lounge at Disney Springs.

First the lyrics followed by a work tape on SoundCloud:

3 Drinks Later (Dancing with Travolta)
Copyright 2018, Kathy Holmes

Verse 1

I was starting my winter vacation
Flying to my destination
Then somewhere over Bermuda
Halfway to Antigua and Barbuda
Over that famous Triangle
To a disco in San Francisco

Chorus

3 Drinks later and I’m dancing with Travolta
Another Sunrise, and a classic Rum and Cola… a classic Rum and Cola

Verse 2

I was starting to get my groove on
A mustache was tickling my abdomen
Then somewhere after the Hustle
Travolta turns into Kurt Russell
I’m bumping on the floor with Goldie
A waiter is passing out Stolis

Chorus

3 Drinks later and I’m dancing with Travolta
Another Sunrise, and a classic Rum and Cola… a classic Rum and Cola

Verse 3

The disco ball is spinning on the dance floor
Heading from the front door to the back door
A red Camaro is waiting
Driver is someone I’m dating
Road 24 with Aunt Ola
I think my name is Lola

Chorus

3 Drinks later and I’m dancing like Travolta
Another Sunrise, and a classic Rum and Cola… a classic Rum and Cola

Game of Surrender (#Poem #Lyrics #FAWM)

You have me here for a reason
In the land of insecurity
Writing songs fighting the imposter syndrome
On the road to tranquility

Oh my soul why do you cry
You were made for this
Accept the gift
Don’t ask why
Play the game, the game of surrender

You bring me closer you whisper in my ear
You rest my head on your shoulder
You wipe away my tears of fear
Leaning on you makes me bolder

Oh my soul why do you cry
You were made for this
Accept the gift
Don’t ask why
Play the game, the game of surrender

It’s been a struggle your whole life through
It doesn’t get easier for them or for you
Just don’t give up playing notes that are blue

Oh my soul why do you cry
You were made for this
Accept the gift
Don’t ask why
Play the game, the game of surrender

i Saw Him on a Video (#FAWM)

I Saw Him on a Video (copyright 2018, Kathy Holmes)
Songwriting Prompt: Retro

Verse 1

I saw him on a video, his name was Clay Mills you know
I jolted out of my seat and stared at a familiar face
He was much younger, his name was that of his grandfather
But if his dad was who I think he was, it couldn’t be erased

Chorus

I saw him on a video
My heart beat a little bit faster
I remembered those nights in the backseat of his Camaro
Nine months later
I said goodbye to the only boy I would ever love in 1985
I saw him on a video

Verse 2

It was like living in a small town, it was us vs them now
His father was a big shot, his mother a busybody gossip
They whispered their sweet offer to my poor mother and step father
Treating me like I was some kind of mid century trollop

Chorus

I saw him on a video
My heart beat a little bit faster
I remembered those nights in the backseat of his Camaro
Nine months later
I said goodbye to the only boy I would ever love in 1985
I saw him on a video

Bridge

I remember the day he went away
It wasn’t his choice, he lost his voice
When that evil killer called cancer claimed his life
His son was given away, and I lost two that day
The day the father and son were one, I was someone else’s wife

Chorus

I saw him on a video
My heart beat a little bit faster
I remembered those nights in the backseat of his Camaro
Nine months later
I said goodbye to the only boy I would ever love in 1985
I saw him on a video

Chorus

I saw him on a video
My heart beat a little bit faster
I remembered those nights in the backseat of his Camaro
Nine months later
I said goodbye to the only boy I would ever love in 1985
I saw him on a video

Last Night (#FAWM)

Last Night (copyright 2018 Kathy Holmes)
Songwriting Prompt: Last Night

Verse 1

Last night I almost froze to death
Retracing my past, shadows on my breath
Fears gone wild like an animal caged
Bouncing off the ceiling like a woman crazed
You reached for me, offering saving Grace
With a simple word when you said, “Stay!”

Chorus

Last night like that first night was the best night I’d ever had
You light up my heart like a mother’s son out of rehab
You caress me out of my cave with no need to hide
Last night, yes last night, so thankful to be alive

Verse 2

Today is uncertain, tonight is just a tease
We might go to Heaven, we might run off to Belize
The cats might keep us awake
The earth could move like a San Francisco quake
But one thing I know for sure
Your love is as sweet as a Christmas brunch liqueur

Chorus

Last night like that first night was the best night I’d ever had
You light up my heart like a mother’s son out of rehab
You caress me out of my cave with no need to hide
Last night, yes last night, so thankful to be alive

Bridge

Stay just a little bit longer
Stay for a lifetime
Last night was the best night
Making our love stronger and stronger

Chorus

Last night like that first night was the best night I’d ever had
You light up my heart like a mother’s son out of rehab
You caress me out of my cave with no need to hide
Last night, yes last night, so thankful to be alive