Earthquake “Quake“: Yes, this song was inspired by a real earthquake. I’ve written previously about that experience and how it riveted my attention on the present moment, so I won’t go over that again. You can read more about that in these posts: Songs and Negative Inspiration Some will say that this song has “negative …
Stories: Squid Some stories are easier to tell than others. It seems that many of my songs have vulnerable tales surrounding them. The story of the song “Squid” is one of those. How do you tell your deeper truths? Click To Tweet Singer-songwriter Stories: Squid Whatever else I am, I’m tenacious. One result is that …
I’ve finally released my first song. It’s about discovering — when I graduated from high school — more about who I was (and am). How well did you know yourself when you were in school? Can you see the beginnings of who you are today in your youth? Were you in touch with the real you …
YET – first sing-songwriter release from Stan Stewart Read More »
“Every journey begins where you are.” ~ Larry Crabb This post is inspired and propelled by my on-line friend Snow Brooks. But I won’t be following the rules of the challenge (other than writing three posts based on quotes in close succession). If you want to know and see the rules played out well, check …
I daydream. A few of my daydreams are attempts to escape what’s right in front of me. Most of them are my imagination calling out to the rest of me to join in with something beautiful. Improvising is a form of daydreaming. In it, the conscious and subconscious mind unite to create the improvisational expression. …
There is a new version of this song! I hope you’ll also give it a listen and read the rest of the story in this post: Quake – a song revisited. Loma Prieta I still remember the day vividly in my imagination. Only weeks prior to that day, I had moved into an apartment in …
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Outside my morning window, two birds are having a bit of a chat. It seems that they want to demonstrate that they each can sing A song of their own choosing. Amazing how such so-called “unintelligent” creatures understand So deeply for what they were created: to sing their own simple Song and not worry about …
When the mouth opens And partakes of the air about it, Anticipation fills the void. For in the song, there is no Emptiness. It is full: Of you, of itself, of the world. This song, each song, Sung by the new singer. For temerarious muscle Must move and connective Tissue alongside vocal organs Will tremble …
Singing greases the wheel of desire that’s been waiting to roll out.
I consider improvisation to be a highest form of art. Having heard the mantra “just improv” from other artists too many times, I’ve been continually more and more committed to improvised music (and dance and storytelling) over the past decade.
