It’s August. August means time to divide the iris. It means scout camp and canoe trips. It means school starts in two weeks. It means… BYU football’s fall camp starts on Friday. That last one gives me shivers. They just better be good this year.
I realized the other day that I really don’t like some of my own music. There are very few songs with which I am satisfied, and even fewer with which I am both satisfied and happy. My music divides itself into three lists in my mind: the “Fine, Not Bad and Serviceable” list (which I shall ignore in this post); the “Blah” list; and the “Wow. Who Wrote That?” list. Unfortunately for me, the “Wow” list is the shorter of the lists by a rather wide margin.
My “Blah” list tends to include songs that are more than a few years old. I guess that’s typical isn’t it? You change (hopefully for the better), you progress (or regress, as the case may be), and what pleased you once doesn’t necessarily please you now. I hesitate to name specific songs, lest I tromp on someone’s favorite, but… after all, this is just a blog, and what’s my opinion worth anyway? So here are a few from my “Blah” list:
“No Room, No Room.” Difficult parts, too high, and it just doesn’t sound right to me. Maybe one day I’ll revisit it and revamp it. Maybe not.
“If I Have But a Moment.” I still like the message, but I don’t care for my melody.
“O Little Town of Bethlehem.” Blah introduction. The rest is okay. I guess.
Enough of that. It’s depressing.
There are actually a few pieces that make me remember who is in charge of the pen when a good song hits the paper. A few from my “Wow. Who Wrote That?” list:
“For Me Alone.” I re-read this the other day, and realized it says exactly what I wanted to say. That’s a minor miracle, and I’m thankful for it.
“I Have Not Seen, Yet I Believe.” Ditto.
“My Grateful Spirit Sings.” Okay, ditto again.
I guess that’s the real test for me–does the song say exactly what I wanted to say, in both text and music? Of course, these are more recent compositions. They may or may not stand the test of time. We’ll see.
One of the things I try to do (with varying success) is to keep from falling into the same old patterns, same old rhythms, same old melodies, same old chords, same old same old… and that should (hopefully) make the songs different enough that, for each individual, some will appeal and some won’t. I’m always amazed to get notes from people that say I love everything you’ve ever written. I assume what they really mean is I love everything you’ve ever written that I love. That would make much more sense.