Last night I went to Stamford. I wasn't
enthusiastic. I stayed at home drinking coffee and looking at my
newspaper. Zed looked up "Hadn't you better get going?"
"Yes in a
minute." But really I didn't want to go. I didn't want these musicians
telling me my songs were rubbish and they don't know why I bothered.
I took my guitar and drove to the Directors house, there was only one
musician there. Mark. He had his expensive electric guitar with all the
pedals and amplifier. Nooooooo.
Eventually the Director tells me to play one of my songs. I take out my guitar and play
it. Mark immediately starts playing as well watching my fingers. When I
finished he said "That's great. We can work with that song. Play
So I play another song, explaining what I was
thinking and why I was doing this or that. He listened for a few seconds
then blasted in with his electric guitar. He learns very quickly.
Then the Director says something about a fight scene and she wants music for it.
Dirty music. I tell Mark I have been thinking of Death metal music but
using their chords on my acoustic. I play a barred F#m and dropping the
F# to E. Immediately Mark says "I know where you're going" and joins in.
We have great fun blasting away at death metal. It
works with my acoustic. I forget that Mark is the professional. I
forget all about him judging me and my songs. He loves my work. he asks if it would be OK if he can be part of the
production team. He is very enthusiastic. He loves the concept. He loves
my songs. He wants the challenge of doing something new and making
I don't know why I was worried about meeting
him. Lack of confidence maybe? I was amazed that someone actually
thought the songs I wrote were good? I have renewed faith.
"I like your style." says Mark, "you're old school."
"I'm just old, there's no school with me I'm completely self taught."
"No there's an openness about your style. it's wide and expansive, I've got room to move and do what I do."
"Yes I can work with you. I'm fed up with those musicians who are so intense in their playing they don't leave you anywhere to go, they're greedy, possessive."
"How about this?" I play a little jazz number I've been working on based on Amaj7. I never intended to use it in the Opera, but Mark loves it. He's pleading with the director that we've got to shoe horn it into the production somehow. What the fuck? It's nothing. It's a bit of fluff, a bit of fun, laid back and relaxed Roll me a joint and we'll play this sucker all night type of fun.
Mark plays it again and starts mucking about he throws in a Cminor and suddenly I have a song. I do a run Ebm Cm Bbm resolve to A major 7. We have something. Abm7, Gm7, F#m7 It's cooking. Crack open the beers it's going to be a long night....