Aug. 11, 2014
also known as “That Time I Wrote an Album”
I wrote the first draft of my first song ever in ninth grade. It took me until Spring of tenth grade to try again, and then it took.
Over the years, I’ve written songs and poems to help me cope with the various challenges in my life. Sometimes I would only get through a chorus, or part of a song, before I walked away to never come back to it. Still, the words meant something to me, and I was proud of the artistic expression I had accomplished in putting my emotions to some tangible form. When I first started, a lot of my stuff wasn’t very good. So the material I liked, I revised.
When I told this to the friends in my circle, they wanted me to record my work into an album, some singles, or an EP. I’m not going to say we didn’t try to do this, but eventually I realized that the joy of the project for me was in writing the songs–not sharing them. I always wanted to edit again and again to make them perfect. Basically, I wrote these pieces for me. They have music set to them in my head, but some fit more into the category of poetry than musical hits.
Eventually, I had enough collected together that I realized there was a common theme. That theme is security, insecurity, and the various places I found security in my life. Looking back, I realize that now, I’m finally in a different place than when I wrote most of it. So future musical endeavors would look and sound very different from what I was visualizing/audialyzing for this album. But in order to move forward, I first have to publish the past.
Now, I share those songs with you. You can set them to whatever melody you want, but I have added editorial notes to help guide towards what you would hear if the song had been recorded. Most of the lyrics have been left as they were when they were originally written, but I’ve cleaned up a lot of the messier parts because it was important to me that my work be presentable. I also won’t tell you in what order the songs were written, or which parts were added when. Or who/what the songs were written about. That would ruin the fun of the larger piece, because they all fit together as a whole, and that’s outside of specific events. While there are definitely some things I was getting at, I firmly believe that songs have the power to represent different things to different people.
This imaginary album is so imaginary it’s even got an imaginary album cover. (But I’ve got to ask permission from the photographer, who–funny story–doesn’t know it was an imaginary contribution yet.)
((Note: I got Lillian’s permission.))
Please don’t steal my stuff.
I hope you enjoy. This was a long time in coming.