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A Thought for Today

Phone Sex? Sorry I’m on hold. Cyber Sex? No thanks; my Cyborgs' unit is rusty.

 

TO BEGIN WITH

Now that all three of the albums that comprise The Sea Trilogy are available on CD this might be as good a time as any to reprint the following Flight Plan first published seven years ago during our first October of A Safe Place to Land.

My awe of Anita Kerr’s musical gifts and Jesse Pearson’s ability to turn my words into romance hasn’t changed. If anything my admiration has grown because of the seven additional San Sebastian Strings albums I’m working on for digital release.

Oh, and not so incidentally, Anita celebrates a birthday today.

A FLIGHT FROM6THE PAST
10 October. 1998

"HOME TO THE SEA"

No one, not even Anita Kerr herself, can imagine what fun I had working with her on the San Sebastian Strings series that we did together. Her music was inspiring and her arrangements were always stylish, inventive and unexpected. Best of all she was and is one of the sweetest, funniest, kindest and most talented people I’ve ever worked with or known as a friend. Could anybody ever ask for a better working environment?

I was a racer in those days, trying my dandiest to be a thoroughbred, and Anita always kept up. We never failed to finish neck & neck. From the first shot out of the stall. The series brought in so much cash for Warner Bros. that we were never bothered by deadlines or budgets. It didn’t hurt that the head of the record department of WB was more interested in basketball than his artists. I was able to not only push the envelope but shred it, getting away with saying things that made Anita blush – that never stopped this good Christian woman from coming up with music to compliment every word.

Each album we made had a concept, a premise that always included a beginning, middle and an end. Lyrically there was a story that had to carry the album. Musically there was a main theme that underscored the story and a vast amount of additional music that helped flesh out my flights of fancy. I like to think the best tracks stood on their own, lyrically and/or musically.

The late Jessie Pearson was an extraordinary actor and the voice of our "Sea Trilogy": The Sea, The Soft Sea & Home To The Sea. Nobody ever spoke any of my words better and directing him was a treat. I didn’t always write poems for the San Sebastian Strings series, sometimes just a line or two between musical passages or maybe a paragraph.

These passages, never in print before, are merely thoughts, not poetry but I hope they help to bring the album back in memory.

- R.M. 10/3/98, with revisions10/13/2005

Three Paragraphs from "Home to the Sea"

Another Evening With The Gypsies: I know I’m nearing home...there are gypsies in my dreams again. Caravans of minstrels with castanets and crystal balls. Dogs of every color following the wagons. I can smell the strong coffee coming from a hundred gypsy campfires. I wonder, do these vagabond bands still accept runaways’ to their own? Or must I find another Foreign Legion?

Never mind, we are all fellow travelers . . . . at night anyway.

There Are No Beaches In Magic City, Texas: The day before Magic City Texas blew away and new nuts predicted the world’s end, we made love in the grove of cottonwood trees. . remember? You weren’t afraid of me then. You didn’t fear anything. Being young does that. When you’re young, there are only beaches, no battlefields. There were and are no beaches in Magic City Texas, so I got the hell out of there.

Running Out Of Strangers: Passing by on trains I see them on the hills. The same faces sometimes walking a little bit ahead of me. Opening my eyes in strange hotels . . . last night’s memory clouded mixed with all the other memories. . . . following neon after nine o’clock, watching people like my cat watches me. I am running out of tomorrows and arms to run to, strange or familiar. There are no strangers to me anymore and that has begun to worry me.

RM / 1966. Revised, 2005

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notable birthdays

Thursday 13 October
Yom Kippur

Karen Akers o Ashanti o Lenny Bruce o Chris Carter o Lacy J. Dalton o Laraine Day o Art Garfunkel o Frank Gilroy o Cliff Gorman o Sammy Hagar o Herblock o Anita Kerr o Nancy Kerrigan o Lily Langtry o Yves Montand o Nana Mouskouri o Marie Osmond o Molly Pitcher o Kelly Preston o Jerry Rice o Irene Rich o Nipsey Russell o Paul Simon o Art Tatum o Margaret Thatcher o Pamela Tiffin o Burt Tillstrom o Robert Walker o Cornel Wilde o Demond Wilson

Friday 14 October

Harry Anderson o Hannah Arendt o e.e. cummings o John Dean o Thomas Dolby o Dwight D. Eisenhower o Greg Evigan o Lillian Gish o Alan Jones o Ralph Lauren o Natalie Maines o Katherine Mansfield o Melba Montgomery o Roger Moore o William Penn o Lance Rentzel o Cliff Richard o David Strickland o Usher o John Wooden

Rod's random thoughts Praise is easier than criticism.

Imitation is always found out.

A City's made as much from chance and taking chances as it is from taste and tallying and tarpaper.

TRANSITION

I have tried and failed to rise
above the breakers so that I
might swift sail out the storm.
Now chance is going
                              if not gone.
Will you be the one
to start the argument tonight
or is it my turn, I forget.

I wait here for a sign,
a motion wasted on me,
proof that it is possible
for each of us to care
                        for each of us.

I cannot say how long
I have been within this place
Waiting for an action, reaction.
Years pass by within
                      a single hour
to those who feel uncared for.
Had there been a signal,
I would have known.

What goes on unseen, untold
to us by one the other is more
real than all the sentences
our senses spoke and speak.

I see your face and know
a tilting of your shoulder
speaks whole paragraphs aloud,
entire stories filled with proof
that what is happening
is perhaps nothing.

This much is fact.
You do not amaze me
with your dark indifference.
You never once astound me
by being only what
           you wish to be.

I await the crumbs just now
delighted that they come
from fresh bread
          lifted out of ovens
by some hidden master baker.

No pride moves ahead
to pave my way.

I have fast become the dark
Parts of your shadow,
little more than your extension,
hardly more than your left arm.

It tires me to know that I am just
the casing of a window
looking out beyond your world.

After I have packed and gone
fly a flag should the intruder come.
Take care to give me
fresh reports of all the ships
and all the ducks and seagulls
that sail or waddle beachward.

Be sure to tell me if the seals
come back this year and how
the house gets through the winter.

Keep a diary, a notebook day to day
that I might thumb through
or pore over when I am land-bound
living inland miles away.

from the US Edition of "The Sea Around Me", 1977, revised 2005

 
    AND FINALLY

As I read the list of notable birthdays each day it occurs to me that I ought to pause and offer thanks to, among others, those artists who have recorded and perform my songs. The writer is nothing without the transmitter.

To Karen Akers my thanks for your version of I’m Not Afraid and more recently, The Black Eagle. In the studio and in concert recordings Nana Mouskouri has turned in beautiful performances of If You Go Away and Seasons in the Sun.

Then there’s the great Alan Jones. His son Jack told me more than once that he has a private recording of his late and very great dad singing If You Go Away. Come on Jack, where is it? Please, FOJ (friends of Jack), give him a nudge.

I know wherever David Strickland is that in addition to his birthday he is celebrating his long time partnership with one of my mentors, David Galligan.

Happy Birthday Anita and a low bow for a wonderful friendship and collaboration. Sleep warm my friends and join me on the weekend, I’ll be with you via laptop as I negotiate the freeways between mastering sessions at Penguin and Trax studios.

RM 10/13/2005 2:37AM PDST

 
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