|Songs about Loneliness. Loneliness Poems. Lonely Lyrics. Between the feeling and the fact, a gap.|
CAN'T CROSS THE GAP
stand at the edge
CROSS THE GAP
It has taken a long time for my words to get out into the world. This piece got much further than most very early on, almost right from its writing. And then for years, it went nowhere at all - and what with a computer that wouldn't export, a lot of work got lost.
THE STORY. Every now and then, I found people to do a piece or two with. Most were doing their own thing, and after a bit continued on their own way.
For this song, I was lucky to meet ("meet" - this was no accident - I contacted a lot of keyboard players on a list of Montreal musicians someone had taken the time and effort to compile) - back to, for this piece I was lucky to meet Yves Laporte.
Yves wrote a melody line for another of my pieces. I liked his melody but not for that piece. I heard such longing in it. Gap came to mind.
Yves' melody line is the central one - the one for "between the feeling and the fact, between the longing and the act."
We met over and over. He wrote all the music. I came up with a couple of melody lines - ones just about within my very limited singing range (again, so frustrating not to have the voice to express what one hears in one's head).
Yves developed the music fully and did all the initial sound production - all in his room/home/studio, and all on a Mac where something had broken, something that would let him get things off his computer.
We did, at the end, three recordings on tape: song, spoken word with music, words only.
We did not record only the music - aftr all, I had only tape, and a better version of the music was on his computer. Some way was supposed to be found to export it.
There's ended up being no copy of what Yves had on his computer. So there's no version of just the music. Frustrating.
All that exists are the three taped recordings.
Yves tried to send the music file by email. Patience in his trying. One try. Nothing. Another. Nothing. Nothing worked. Energy ran out. Time passed. Like with so many things, stuff was left unfinished.
Gaps. Between the feeling, the work - and even getting the finished work off the computer, let alone finding a place for the work out in the world.
Something does exist. Much is missing.
Now I know way more and have more resources.
And I am trying to get across other gaps as well. Because even if I'd had everything, all the music,all the original files - where would it have gone?
The world is large and daunting. And there isn't always a helping hand.
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