Tuesday, October 30, 2012

who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you
All dressed up in red,
White and blue?
Flaunting your pride
Waving your guns
What made you so afraid you
Sold your soul to be a slave, now
You’re starving in your waves of grain
Now you avert your eyes
Now you deny your rights
Your lamp is now a dimming flame

Who are you
Do you remember? Once you said.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning
To breathe free,
The wretched refuse of
Your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside
I lift my lamp beside
I lift my lamp beside
The golden door!"

Copyright 2012
s. alan dyson

Monday, June 4, 2012

Shreveport House Concert Series Presents

moonlight revisited
lyrics by 
david love lewis
music and performance by
alan dyson

Shreveport House Concert Series
Alan Dyson
Lip Service Trio

Live in Concert

Fairfield Studios
June 16th
7:00 p.m.
1510 Fairfield Avenue 

please make your reservations at the following link

Friday, April 27, 2012

Friday, March 23, 2012

My Ex's Wurlitzer

I recall being told it was given to my ex when she was very young, maybe 3 years old, purchased used, but in good playing shape. The piano was the instrument of choice for many mid-century families of some means. Sometimes there were lessons, sometimes popular songs or hymns filling carpeted homes - or sometimes, for years silent neglect. Shortly after our marriage the Wurlitzer came to live in our home.

My ex's Wurlitzer survived 2 children, divorce, numerous re-locations, subsequent marriages, step-children, a second divorce and for reasons of space, inconvenience, and simplicity, it landed more often than not in my home where it was rarely silent for a whole day. At the end of all my working days this piano would rejuvenate me. At times it was the only presence I could trust to always be there, ready to let me play out my mood, without judgement, no matter what. I wrote hundreds of songs on this Wurlitzer. It's an instrument with personality - a finicky F# hammer that sometimes will not return to position - and a twang indicating the need of a staged tuning to pitch - perfectly aligned with my own flaws and abilities. I am grateful to have enjoyed this worthy companion.

Today I bought a very fine baby grand. Tomorrow the Wurlitzer will make its way back to my ex.

The native Americans say musical instruments have a soul that when played let the player communicate with the spirit world. I'd be inclined to agree.

The video shared with this note is a song written and performed on the Wurlitzer in memory of several artists I had the pleasure of working with.

Please enjoy.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

broken glass

broken glass

lyrics by
david love lewis

music and performance by
alan dyson

a dysonfinearts production
all rights reserved