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Warm Hearted Friends

Patricia & Radha chum BVsYou know the ones … who stick by you … who smile, hug and comfort you … I wrote this song to thank you. It’s going on my album. And, yes, the album is still happening. Having blogged last September that I was in full swing recording, my dear, sweet, wonderful dad passed away.

I needed you then, friends, and you were there. Thank you for your acceptance while I retreated into myself for months, adjusting to dad’s departure. He was my hero and inspiration, and I came to a grinding halt missing him … Dad sang in a male choir. Music and humour spilled out of him constantly. So I knew he would want me to sing again and to finish my album and share the joy with you all.

At last my energy to sing came back. (That’s my warm hearted friend, Patricia with me in the photo. We’re about to sing together …). I’m recording again with Steve. Feels great.

Nothing comes in ones … especially warm hearted friends – I’m blessed to have many. My projects don’t seen to come one at a time either. I’m now working in my painting space, getting ready for a third exhibition. Plus I’ve undertaken a year’s study – Maori Visual Arts – at Te Wananga O Aotearoa (Maori University) – loving it! It’s all or nothing with life for me it seems! Now to thank you all, dear ones in this world and the next …

Warm Hearted Friends
Sometimes I shiver on a cold winter’s day
Friends, when you’re around I never feel that way
Barely need the heater, forget to light the fire
You radiate such a great glow!

Thank you, my warm hearted friends
You light up my life, keep the sun shining through
Thank goodness for warm hearted friends
Warm hearted friends like you

You make the world a better place. I wanna do that too
To shine a light together – a little spark or two
Along with you I wanna do some good – is that naive?
You keep me believing that I can

Thank you, my warm hearted friends …

“My Goodness!” you say – and well you may;
Coz goodness is your middle name!
I know you’re sure to reply that we’re all good inside.
All the more reason for me to say …

Look around the room – we’re only here for a while
Time enough to give someone a hug or a smile
Time enough to thank someone for the little things they do
That is why I‘m here thanking you

Thank you, my warm hearted friends
You light up my life, keep the sun shining through
Thank goodness for warm hearted friends
Warm hearted friends like you

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Songline Running

BBG_YES_webYou’re a creative type? Love the buzz of that busy mind bursting forth new ideas? Of course! There’s only one little hiccup; a bug in the cranial software. It’s called ‘conscience’.

This little pest insists on telling you you should be exercising (just when you thought you’d mastered the fabulously healthy skill of dismissing all ‘shoulds’).  It gnaws at you with the ‘exercise’ message, ensuring you faintly recall a virtuous feeling you had when you did some years ago. But a huge groan keeps pace with conscience, fuelling an ongoing battle for songwriters like me, who are notorious for not exercising anything other than the mind. Until now.

Today,  a new sport, Songline Running, invented itself. And it’s not the regular sport of running with headphones on.  It goes like this:

You take up Songline Running, (having a name for something always helps).  In your first session, totally new, (and, you tell yourself, ‘vastly better’), songlines run through your mind as you run – (and, you tell yourself, this is the only way they come in at this level). Even miniature runs yield this quality of creative occurrences.  I call my miniature runs ‘shuffles’ …

Then follows the best bit. You treat yourself with the well deserved REWARD – (you might need to picture the reward before you begin, to get you out the door in the first place). And the reward is? Vastly better songlines of course, (or poetry if you’re a poet, novel ideas if you’re a novelist, and so on). You get to slam all that breakthrough, higher level brilliance into your songwriting software the moment you get home. Athletes call this a ‘warm down’ – you see them stretching in all sorts of gangly poses after the run. But for we ‘arteests’ the best ‘warm down’ is to ‘get it down’ … I’ve just completed my first Songline Run and I couldn’t wait to tell you!  I’m FULL of world-shattering new ideas.

Next time I post a song, you’ll be so impressed you’ll immediately take up the sport yourself, (that is, unless you’re already impressed with this triumphant little article, in which case, you’ll take up the sport now). OK. I’ve warmed down getting this all down. And I’ve popped those gorgeous new lines into my songwriting software, which I reckon is thanking me. Now it’s time for brekkies.

Have I convinced you? Then please let me know how you go!

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A New Take on Valentine’s Day

valentineYour partner is not into it? You don’t have a partner – (and you’re not looking either)? So what?$#!! This is a day to smell the flowers, to even eat a little bit of dark chocolate … and to write a ditty just for the heck of it.  So you wrote it in a card and sent it to yourself? Good on you! If you’re not the ditty-writing type, here’s one of mine you are welcome to croon out to the night air, send to a lusciously desired love or, more realistically, to read to your partner snoring in the chair …

I’m planning to read it during my set at Lily’s Ranch House on Valentine’s day – it’s a great place to enjoy being real, so they won’t mind. The music is  fun whatever comes, and the atmosphere makes you not want to go. Peter Leith and friends sing and play, and Baby Boomer Girl is strutting her stuff there quite often on a Friday night too: Lily’s Ranch House, 137 Fairfield Road, Levin, Tel: 06 3670251

You’ve got a couple of days to write a love poem or song, and we would love to read it. Post your masterpiece via the ‘Comments’ facility below – and wait for the accolades, and maybe some romance, to pour in!

A Chocolate Rose

Tis said St Valentine fervently prayed
To serve a world divinely made
His deepest prayers to the almighty
Were also heard by Aphrodite
So he was blessed from high above with
A double dose of divine love!

What to do with the overflow?
So much love and nowhere to go!
(No planes or cars on air or street;
He only had two sandalled feet)
Luckily Cupid rescued the fellow
Providing wings and a bow and arrow

Now every year around Beltane
The forces of love conspire to inflame
Each heart to soar and seek a mate
And you, my love, I ask to take
Will you be my Valentine
To share with me the love divine?

Would you I pledge my life this day?
Or rather you fancy an evening’s play?
(For love is love whether lofty or sporty
Long live God and Aphrodite!)
My love! To sport in tryst with you – Yes!
To St Val – a chocolate rose or two!

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