Wednesday 24th March, 2004

 

 

 

 

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A Thought for Today

Cease to struggle and you cease to live.

 

This One Does It For Me!

Ken,

I always thought I was pretty well versed in all things McKuen until a friend mentioned to me recently that they had an album of his called "Written in the Stars".

I've never heard of this one - what can you tell me about it?

Jeremy Penhalrick

I'd never heard of this album either, Jeremy, so I dived straight in to Jay Hagan's database and there it was!

I can't give you too much detail other than the following which Rod penned for the liner notes.

Liner Notes - "Written in the Stars"

Man has always believed that the stars have much to do with controlling his life, his love, his destiny. Out of this belief has come the universal language of Astrology.

The interest in Astrology has grown to such a point that hundreds of men and women make their living as Astrologers, thousands of books and magazine articles have been written on the constellations. Astrology guides are sold on every newsstand and no newspaper is complete without its daily horoscope column.

I have had more than a passing interest in Astrology for a long time - but then, who can resist scanning the newspaper every day to find out what the stars have planned for him ? My interest was further kindled on meeting Carroll Righter, the dean of present day astrologers, who has a world syndicated column with an unbelievable audience of one hundred million every day. Righter is a most remarkable man; one look and he can tell if you’re an angry Leo or a sad eyed Aquarius, and he knows thousands of people by their sign-names alone. It is to followers of the subject with interest of that intensity that this album is dedicated.

In writing this suite, I have tried to keep the music ‘romantic’ in nature, yet descriptive of the zodiac sign the melodies represent. Each selection has a subtitle and is meant to further romanticize the suite. Several of these themes have already become “pop” songs, since I have a passion for setting words to music. “Scorpio” has a lyric called “Come Back Home to Roma” and “Leo” has become “Wait Till the Music is Done”. My personal favorite in the album is the “Aquarius” theme.

Once the suite was completed, there was the business of finding the right interpreter... and found him in the person of Dick Jacobs. I have worked with Dick off and on for some time, and my appreciation of his talent goes far beyond the usual compatibility of an Aries and a Taurus ( he’s Aries, I’m a Taurus - very compatible, you know ). I regard him as one of the most versatile arranger - conductors in the field of popular music, especially when it comes to scoring for strings. I am constantly amazed at the many colors he can get out of a single arrangement.

Whatever your concern for the zodiac - personal, academic, romantic or sceptic - I hope the music here has something special to say to you.

- Rod McKuen

Thanks for an interesting question, Jeremy. With the album being an instrumental one there are naturally no lyrics to accompany it so I hope you like the poem I've chosen below.

Don't forget to cast your vote for your all time favorite McKuen song and poem. You'll find a link elsewhere on this page which will enable you to do just that. Voting closes at the end of March so let's hear from you soon.

Meantime, if you have a favorite McKuen song, poem or story you'd like to share with us, or if you just have a question about Rod's work, drop me a line at kenb@mckuen.com and I'll make sure your letter appears right here one Wednesday soon.

 - Ken, Johannesburg, South Africa, March 24

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TAKING AIM

Spring began its early reach
                      and all of us
went groggy, sleepless
to the docks on Sunday.

Even as we walked
            helloing everybody
the wind of winter
still held on
not fooled by sunshine.

Three days later
we’d be darting
          doorway to doorway
caught by unexpected
          mid-week rain.
Winter hadn’t left
nor had the spring begun
just because of one long
          sunshine Sunday.

Then,
I don’t think it was any time
                     before that day,
I realized that I was being
carried on a cloud
sometimes gray or black
never white like snow.

I was the target
and the aim was true
no one missed me once.

It took so many months
for a single bruise
           to show itself
I might have died
without an outward blemish.
Now the rupture
on the inside
is every bit as true
and tangible
          as spitting blood.

Never step into the ring
when the flag is up,
or the flag is waving.
Only when the flag is down.

I wish the rules for everything
were printed in the daily paper,
spelled out on billboards
                      ten feet high
or taught to us in school.
Reading, writing, arithmetic
                     and rules
not needed just to pass
the contest or the course
but to get us through
our time allotted here.

The rules and reasons
keep on changing.

I thought at times
my enemies were strangers,
in revolving doors
of my own making
then not strangers anymore.

I suppose they call it
            target practice
because nobody wants
or needs perfection.
                                I do.
In the small things.
The sureness of appointments
            and the promise kept.
The knowledge that
I’m in control
not always of the circumstance
but surely of the stance,
so that I can traverse clouds
yet one more time.

No doubt I’ll be back.
The firing squad
will find me waiting
unarmed except for one small book
                      of rules.

- from "Coming Close To The Earth", 1977, 1978

 
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