LAUGHTER AND TEARS – PART 3

This picture was taken while I was on my honeymoon in Mexico. Not long after I was married, I stopped playing my guitar.

This picture was taken while I was on my honeymoon in Mexico. Not long after I was married, I stopped playing my guitar.

LAUGHTER AND TEARS

Copyright 2014 by Judy Unger

 

I still remember the laughter we shared

In the beginning, we danced and we played

Back then, we had so many highs and they’d been

from the music we felt within

 

Sadness was lonely; it tore us apart

Numbness and pain left no room in my heart

 

I still remember the tears we once cried

From that time on our joy was gone

We couldn’t dance or laugh or play

tears washed our laughter away

 

Sadness was lonely; it tore us apart

Losing the laughter is what broke my heart

 

I still remember the laughter and tears

In the beginning it was laughter, then tears

Even though, it was a lifetime ago

I won’t forget all those years

filled with laughter and tears

I have blurred my “ex” because he probably doesn’t want his picture on my blog.

I have blurred my “ex.” This picture really feels like a lifetime ago. (Although I currently live on the same street where his car is in this picture.)

 

 Click the blue links to play audio:

 Laughter and Tears Home Recording 11/23/16 Copyright 2016 by Judy Unger

Laughter and Tears Arrangement 2014

Laughter and Tears Arrangement 2011


the magic we felt within

“My true feelings”

It has been almost 40 years since I composed my very first song; I named it “You’re Not the One.” I was 15 years old and after that I didn’t write too many other break-up songs. It was because I stopped writing songs in 1981 after I was married. It was over thirty years later when I rediscovered the magic of music in my life.

One of the most beautiful parts of songwriting is how it is a direct pathway into my subconscious. I live with lyric lines in my head most of the time and always find insight from every single word.

Not long ago, I wrote about the word “acknowledgement.” I’ve incorporated that word into my life in order to better deal with post-traumatic stress.  I see now that it has had a profound effect upon me because it has gone into my lyric writing!

My last post was named “I Still Remember” and those are the first three words of my song “Laughter & Tears.” They are very important and have helped me come to terms with my true feelings instead of pushing painful memories aside.

Two weeks ago, I finished a second arrangement for this song and I found the music deeply moving.

I recorded my first arrangement for Laughter & Tears in 2011. My song was based upon an unfinished song composition from 1979. For the last three years, I have longed to adjust the lyrics that I recorded in 2011. I will definitely share more about that later in this post.

With my new arrangement, I finally found my inspiration.

I decided not to make my song a break-up song and left it purposely vague. Perhaps it is because I stayed married for three decades – long after the laughter ended. I preferred “Laughter and Tears” to be an acknowledgment of the ups and downs that happen in a long relationship.

These lyrics are a new addition to my song “It Might Have Been.”

These lyrics are a new addition to my song “It Might Have Been.”

“A collage of memories”

Only a month before re-writing Laughter and Tears, I added a much needed verse to an old love song named “It Might Have Been.” I am fascinated that I didn’t realize until a few days ago that I used the same line of “I still remember” in that song, too.

For most of my marriage, I suppressed many thoughts and feelings in order to cope with unrelenting stress and sadness.

I have a tendency to view things in extremes: good and bad, black and white, right and wrong. Therefore, laughter and tears were the extremes that came to me when I first wrote my song.

My song heals me because it takes me away from analyzing my pain and focusing on the loss. Instead of judging my feelings and looking at mistakes, my lyrics are a way to view my former marriage in a beautiful way – I see it as a collage of memories.

Numbness and pain

My marriage was filled with laughter in the beginning and plenty of tears. My second verse does relate to the grief my husband and I dealt with after our son died. But there were far more years without either emotion. Those were probably the worst for me; I have called it “Zombieland.”

we couldn't dance

The truth was that fun and laughter ended in my relationship rather early on. I blamed myself for having notions of romantic love that led to disappointment. I felt tremendous pressure to make money and succeed as an artist. I was isolated and lonely. My self-worth was tied to financial success, which is something I have completely moved away from at this juncture in my life.

So the absolute truth was that I was very unhappy before I ever had children and experienced grief.

I just couldn’t acknowledge my marital unhappiness, nor address it.

Losing the laughter

I never considered divorce an option even though my husband and I went for counseling on many occasions. But twenty years ago, my husband never forgave me for mentioning that I had thought about it once.

I was completely overwhelmed by our three challenging children; for well over a decade I advocated for them because they had special needs. Also, as long as my parents were alive I felt very loved and cared about. The fact that it would have upset them was certainly a factor. By the time I realized that I wanted to end my marriage, my parents were old and sick. Now it wasn’t about dealing with their disapproval; it was more about being too immersed in their care to think about starting a new life.

My mother always remembered and made a big deal of our anniversary, far more than my husband ever did. My mother always acknowledged that I would never forget the loss of my child and those tears. But she was hopeful I would find happiness again. My children were definitely a salve to my broken heart. Decades later it was my music and writing that truly healed me.

New life

In 2011, I was enthusiastically relearning all of the songs I could remember from my youth. “Laughter and Tears” was an unfinished song that I had actually written for my friend, Cheryl. I wrote it for her because I was sad that we weren’t close anymore and I missed our laughter so much.

Three years ago, I decided to record my song and I wrote revised lyrics for it. Immediately my marriage came to mind, however, I was stumped about the message I wanted for my song. I chose to end my song with these lines:

Over time I’ve come to see

How grateful I can be

To realize you still love me

When I first sang my song in 2011, I felt a pang in my heart whenever I sang the word “grateful.” Gradually, I discovered that I didn’t believe my own lyrics.

I was simply repeating the very message that kept me in an empty marriage for years and years in order to cope. Those lyrics came from my conscious mind!

I felt grateful that my husband worked to support the family and was proud that we had weathered so much. But sadly, we had zero connection and I disliked his company.

Feeling grateful to “be loved” was a way to avoid the other extreme, which was to be alone and “unloved.” I did not have the courage to change my life and did not think living without affection in a relationship was so terrible. In comparison, divorcing and facing the unknown seemed far more horrendous.

It was because of songwriting that I became much more in touch with my true feelings.

I felt he loved me because he would never have ended our relationship. But how could I feel grateful to be loved when I disliked the person so much whom I was singing about?

As the truth began to dawn upon me with those words, I began to feel an eruption inside me. That led to a song where I finally expressed my true feelings.

I named that song “The Unknown.”

I decided not to use these lines because I didn’t want my song have a clear ending.

I decided not to use these lines because I didn’t want my song to have a clear ending.

I looked forward to finding another ending for my song. For three years, I occasionally tried but nothing inspired me.

But with the second arrangement for “Laughter and Tears,” I found the music evoked the emotions I wanted and the lyric changes flowed easily.

Last week, I sang vocals for both my new and old arrangement. Below are links to my earlier stories about this song.

LAUGHTER AND TEARS-PART 1

LAUGHTER AND TEARS-PART 2

Young Couple

A lifetime ago

I won't forget

© 2014 by Judy Unger http://www.myjourneysinsight.com.  Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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I STILL REMEMBER – PART 1

A long ago picture from when I was in love with my husband.

A long ago picture from when I was in love with my husband.

My post title is a line of lyrics that is actually in two of my songs named “It Might Have Been” and “Laughter and Tears.” Currently, I am finalizing a new arrangement for “Laughter and Tears,” which will include some significant lyric changes from my first version. My song is very poignant and fitting for this time in my life.

Below I share the arrangement in progress. There are musical interludes in it that easily touch my heart and make me cry. I plan to record my guitar and vocal for it soon.


Click the blue link to hear my arrangement in progress:

LAUGHTER & TEARS #2 KARAOKE Copyright 2014 by Judy Unger

This picture was taken on the day I was “secretly married.” It happened six months before my formal wedding and was something I did to please my mother. I’m not in this picture because I was lying in the bedroom sick with an upset stomach.

This picture was taken on the day I was “secretly married.” It happened six months before my formal wedding and was something I did to please my mother. I’m not in this picture because I was lying in the bedroom sick with an upset stomach.

It was warm in my car; I could feel sweat beading up on my forehead. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

My lawyer had left me a message to call her. I already knew what she was going to tell me. Since December, it was just a matter of paperwork that would simply state I was officially divorced. I knew she wanted to tell me personally.

My lawyer was a lovely woman who had a divorce story of her own. She shared it with me at our first appointment and I knew then that she was the lawyer for me. She became a lawyer in her 40’s after going through a divorce from a husband who didn’t believe in her career change.

I was going to actually miss her. Not her fees, but her support. I always felt secure with her, even when I didn’t follow her advice.

Sometimes I grinned when I imagined her listening to my music while she was driving to some big court case. Over a year ago, I had mailed her a CD because she seemed interesting in hearing my music. But then I thought about it. Would I be charged for her time to listen? I was embarrassed by the thought, but then decided to just send her a message to be sure. I wrote:

I’m smiling as I write this – I mailed you a CD today. But I want to be sure you’re not going to charge me to listen. I realize time is precious, so you have no obligation to me whatsoever to listen! Thanks!

Her reply was:

Judy, I only charge you for legal work…not for my enjoyment. Looking forward to listening.

I was relieved. Then a few days later she sent me another message. She had received the CD and I was in heaven because she wrote:

Listening to your music soothes me. Thank you so much.

Tear & butterflies

Her secretary put my call through. Immediately I knew I was right when I heard my lawyer’s chipper voice. She said, “Congratulations – you are now a free woman! I’m mailing you the final judgment today.”

After I hung up, I sat there and wondered what I was supposed to feel. I felt so numb. Celebrating didn’t really feel appropriate, even though this day was a long time coming.

I thought about the fact that the person I had shared over half my life with was also experiencing finality on this day. Vestiges of painful memories swirled around me. The end of my marriage was definitely a grief process and it was complicated.

Every moment of my new life, I celebrated my freedom. But unfortunately, I was still haunted by habits of thought that I had a lot of trouble overcoming.

I was very close with my three children. Many emotions surfaced on a constant basis. I was forced to contain my emotions because whenever I shared them with my children, it left me filled with regret and remorse.

Watercolor Azalea & Camelia

The heat began to get to me and I needed to get out of my car to shop for groceries. But I felt like I had to share my news. I sent out a text message that read:

 I received a call from my lawyer. My divorce is final. It’s a big moment.

The replies began to pour in. My favorite response was:

Not a pang of guilt, I hope. Happy for your freedom from the dragon.

Watercolor Azaleas

THE PRINCESS AND THE ASHES

The Princess had no regrets. As difficult as it had been to leave the Dragon, there was not a single moment where she missed him.

Sometimes, it was unreal for her to remember her “former life.” She had spent so many years with him and now it was as if he never existed.

Most of time, she tried not to think about him. She had hated their life together and did not want to feel guilty for hurting him. She did not want to imagine how much hatred he felt toward her for leaving him.

The dagger of guilt would often stab her when she wasn’t aware of it. It was understandable because she had spent so many years trying to please him.

Despite not thinking about him, there was so much she could still remember . . .

Old picture in gray

Some memories of her former life were difficult to push aside. There were many food items she could not look at in the market because it reminded her of the dragon. She did not miss preparing his food.

And she couldn’t really dismiss him because of their “little Dragons.” She was involved in their lives in countless ways. They weren’t little, and sometimes she was overwhelmed by how much they all depended on her.

From the beginning, the Princess accepted that all of the years with Dragon were not wasted. Their offspring might remind her of the Dragon, but they were sweet blossoming buds that filled her life with fragrance and joy.

When the Princess first left the Dragon, she was determined and filled with strength. Every step she took was a celebration of getting farther and farther away from him.

But his fire still burned in her mind and her little Dragons also breathed fire.

The Princess woke up one morning and could hardly open her eyes. Wherever she looked there was smoke and ashes raining down from the sky.

Despite many medicines and potions, she found little relief. Her affliction was confusing and disturbing.

Her eyes were foggy and aching. Sometimes, she wanted to cry so badly to moisten them but could not find a single tear. Other times, tears poured from her eyes without any feelings behind them at all.

Old picture croped

Once upon a time, the Princess was so excited about her amazing journey.

But when the ashes began to rain down on her, it became hard for to move forward because she could not see ahead. The constant cloud of gray clouded her eyes, mind and spirit.

Although she still felt inspired and valuable, now she was weak and vulnerable. It was hard for the Princess to imagine how she had been so strong once. She was always so proud of the courage and strength it took for her to leave the Dragon.

Because of her pain, she preferred seclusion. In the dim light of her castle, Princess spent most of her time polishing the enormous collection of song jewels she had amassed. The sparkling jewels always comforted her.

Watercolor Camelias

There was one day where her eyes felt so painful; she could not do anything but crawl into bed. She was very discouraged and angry.

The Princess prayed for healing.

It was then when she had a realization and profound insight.

She had to let go of the Dragon.

The Dragon represented hatred, disappointment, anger and unfairness.

Those were all feelings she was an expert at suppressing.

From the time she was a child, she never felt safe to express her true feelings. They simply simmered within her.

Letting go of the Dragon would allow love to return . . .

Love would heal her.

She knew she had gems of value far beyond her song jewels.

She was a Princess and her “little Dragons” were also royalty. They were priceless and more valuable than any jewels on earth.

I still remember Family montage

© 2014 by Judy Unger http://www.myjourneysinsight.com.  Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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THE DOOR – PART 3

The Door and my guitar

Clicking the blue links plays audio:

The Door Acoustic 5-16-18

The Door Arrangement Mix 10-25-17 Copyright 20717 by Unger

The Door Vocal Mix 10-25-17 Copyright 2017 by Unger

Link to song page with performance and more links: THE DOOR

My song garden has become a lovely arboretum; I now have over fifty songs with arrangements. That translates into a lot of singing, composing and guitar playing over the last few years. I especially love my recent song arrangements and have learned so many things from working with my arranger, George.

Although I have occasional angst over key and tempo decisions, overall I am satisfied with my singing voice. This is huge for me since I seldom take a voice lesson anymore.

I’ve discovered how from one session to another my singing ability varies. Occasionally, I’ll hold my voice back and none of the vocal lines have conviction. Other times, I’ll over-sing and many words come out too harsh. Because I am so adept at vocal editing, I know how to make my recordings work. I’ll go back to sing parts if my song needs it. I always fill in my song “puzzle” so that all the pieces fit well together.

There are also those times, especially with a new song – where I feel a magical connection with my music and lyrics. It is such a joy to edit those recordings!

All of my recent singing is definitely better than anything I did a year ago. I am far more relaxed and have integrated concepts from my past lessons with Kimberly Haynes. I also remember so many things from the time when I worked with Peaches Chrenko.

A large percentage of my fifty songs have vocals that are “good enough.” I am getting closer and closer to releasing my music but having my songs and audio book professionally mastered has taken far more time and energy than I ever anticipated. I could write an entire story related to what I’ve learned about mixing and mastering music!

Every week, I work on a song that I’m certain will benefit from my improved voice. I never want to abandon any of my songs – many of them have alternate arrangements that are also beautiful. I can’t choose which version I like better, so I enjoy both of them.

Judy and the door

It was late in the afternoon when I arrived to record vocals. Darrin’s studio was only a mile from my house and I appreciated how convenient it was. I began recording with Darrin over a year ago; sometimes I wondered how long I would continue recording with him. For certain, there was never a shortage of songs that I wanted to improve!

When I came into the recording area, Darrin asked me what song I’d be singing. I smiled and said, “I think I’ll do my first version of The Door. I really love my newer version, but the very first one I composed in 2012 is also special.”

Then I added, “And since I found out this morning that my divorce is final – it’s a perfect song for me to sing today!”

Before I went over to the microphone, I took off my shoes so they wouldn’t squeak while I was recording. Sometimes I swing my arms while singing and hit the microphone stand (it sure adds a loud clunk). I always try not to do that but it is easy for me to get carried away while singing!

When I composed “The Door” in 2012, my song felt like it was a huge secret. The fact that I was miserable in my marriage was not a secret to people whom I was close with. But finding the courage to divorce was overwhelming and my song helped to guide me. My husband never expected I would leave and my secret ate away at my insides.

My first arrangement of “The Door” was very orchestral and filled with tension. I couldn’t sing it well because my voice was weak and breathy in 2012.

But now it was 2014 and my marriage was officially over. I positioned the headphones and my song began to play. I couldn’t believe that I had actually gone through the door.

As I heard the piano notes, I easily disappeared into my song. I pictured my old house and recalled the terror over ending my marriage and changing the course of my life.

I saw myself looking out the front door and imagining what it was going to take for me to leave. It wasn’t until after I separated that I added the line of “I knew I was worth more.”

I sang “The Door” six times. I left Darrin’s studio and was certain that on this day the magical connection was there.

Links to part one and two of this story:

#398 THE DOOR – PART 1

#399 THE DOOR – PART 2

The door lyrics

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TAKE ME AWAY – PART 2

Mom & I

For more links to stories, performances, lyrics and recordings: TAKE ME AWAY

My arranger, George told me immediately that he did like the word “pain” in my song. But I wanted to escape my pain, so I wondered how could I change that lyric line. My preliminary lyrics are below:


Far from pain

I ended up changing a “peaceful place” into a lovely day; I was elated because it was such a beautiful change!

How I arrived at finding those new lyrics was very touching for me.

Holding you again

My parents bed

“I’m crying while I’m dreaming”

My dream was so real! I actually thought I was shopping with my mother again. It was such a wonderful feeling to be with her. I was safe and loved. She listened to every little detail I shared with her about her grandchildren.

But when my dream began to change, I was in a state of panic. Instead of shopping, we were walking in a very cold place. I was confused – how was it that we were in a snowy place where it was so dark?

I held her hand and suddenly the ground seemed to open up and she screamed. I heard her splash into dark water right in front of me. I was afraid to jump in because I knew it was hopeless – I could not reach her and I would die if I followed her. Her eyes were huge and bulging and I gasped with the horror of it. I thought I even saw Jason below her in the icy depths. This was too much for me handle.

I prayed for it to end.

My eyes were wet with tears with the realization that it was only a dream. I covered my face with my pillow and cried.

In my dreams

Notice that my bed is the same one my parents slept in for decades. (Of course with a different mattress!)

Notice that my bed is the same one my parents slept in for decades. (Of course with a different mattress!)

“Holding you again”

A few days later, I had a similar dream. This time I woke up quickly to escape the horror of losing my mother in my dream.

As I lay there, I thought about how so many times I had woken my mother up when I had nightmares as a young child. I remembered how she would help me fall back to sleep. Now I was an adult and she was gone forever.

A tear trickled down my cheek in the darkness.

And then I heard a voice that was reminiscent of what I used to say to my mother. The voice said, “Mommy, can I stay with you until I fall asleep?”

I said, “Of course! I love holding you.”

I felt a gentle squeeze of warmth across my chest and shoulder. It was so sweet and lovely.

It took me away . . .

I was peaceful and fell back to sleep dreaming that I’d see him again someday.

Jason & Judy on recliner

“A lovely day”

My new song “Take Me Away” life was like a soft blanket over my entire day. It surrounded me with sweet notes and a melody that took away all of my sadness.

I could feel myself coping better. On top of everything else, I was working on an illustration assignment. My artwork came out very well and I was pleased about it.

Illustrating

I seldom write about my children anymore, although they are a huge part of my life. All three of them are very close to me. Going through my separation and divorce impacted them greatly even though they weren’t young children. My oldest son is 23, my daughter is 20 and my youngest son is 17.

I easily get teary with the memory of the shock on my youngest son’s face when he found out I was separating from his father. He begged me over and over to reconsider. At one point he was on his knees crying – it was a horrible moment in my life – and his.

Moving to a new home and adjusting was a slow process for him. He attended a new school where he began to thrive and bloom. Gradually, his discouragement and anger toward me began to subside.

I was beaming as I watched my lovely son perform and sing in his school play this past weekend.

I was beaming as I watched my lovely son perform and sing in his school play this past weekend.

Over the last few months, some amazing and wonderful things have happened for my son. His eyes constantly twinkle with excitement about life.

This past weekend he performed in a musical at his school. We bonded a lot as he practiced singing his solo so I could give him tips.

I was really touched when he asked me a favor. He wanted me to write him a handwritten note that he could read before each performance to help him stay calm. I couldn’t imagine being asked to do anything more beautiful.

His first performance was for his fellow classmates at school. When I picked him up he had so many wonderful things to share with me about his day.

We were almost home when he even asked me about my day. I hardly expect that from my teenager!

I told him I was thankful my illustration assignment had gone so well. My client liked my work and it was approved and accepted. I was definitely in a good place.

So it was on this particular day that I received the inspiration for my new song’s lyrics.

As I pulled into the driveway of our coop, I said “Honey, before you get out could you please help me with a lyric change for my new song?

He said, “Sure, mom! How can I help you?”

I said softly, “Can you think of a replacement for being taken to a peaceful place? It sounds too much like death. What other words could convey comfort?”

My son’s eyes were bright and his face was shining. Without hesitation he exclaimed, “How about a lovely day? Take me away to a lovely day – it even rhymes!”

I listened and mouthed the words; at first I wasn’t sure. But then I realized it was perfect.

Being taken to a peaceful place – away from pain represented an escape.

Lovely was different. Lovely was a word that invoked so many things.

It even had love in it.

My new lyrics were now about a lovely memory and that definitely took me to a place of healing.

And it happened on such a lovely day!

Note to my son

© Judy Unger and http://www.myjourneysinsight.com 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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