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THE VERY FIRST SONG I EVER WROTE

I don’t remember exactly when I felt inspired to write my first song, but I clearly remember my friend, Elena, harmonizing beautifully with my song. Elena was an accomplished musician and she liked my song! That gave me confidence to continue composing and writing music. So I think I’ve written enough about the story behind the first song I ever wrote. I would love to rewrite some of the lyrics, but I’ve decided to leave them as testimony about a sweet song written by an immature, young girl.
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I’VE SLOWLY WEPT

I described my symptoms to Connie. There was the tingling and numbness – I could manage with that. There was the stiffness, especially in the morning. That was very upsetting, because I couldn’t use my hands. But worst of all were the spasms. The pain was unbelievable, and it was always the same. It would awaken me in the early morning hours – just as I finally fell into a deep sleep. My fingers were hot, throbbing, and intensely aching. I would have to jump out of bed and dance around in the bathroom to search for any position that would alleviate the pain. Continue reading

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SONGWRITING 101 – PART 2

I am sharing what I have been writing. I’m sure it will evolve some more – good lyrics involve a lot of rewriting. The title isn’t set for me at all. I wasn’t sure if I should share something so “in progress.” However, I have written this blog as a window into my soul as an artist, writer, and musician. It is also a window that shares my heartache, and documents the challenges of being a wife, mother, and a daughter.
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SONGWRITING 101 – PART 1

I went into my songwriting folder. On one side, all those notes I hadn’t read in years were paper clipped. A big grin came to my face as I read them.
Now I knew why I believed in “perfect rhymes,” in imagery, and in telling a story. It was from that informative workshop I had attended with her father. I wondered if he was still alive, and she told me he had passed away in 2002. My friend, Barbara, is going to mail me her father’s book.
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