dysonfinearts: 2012

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

who are you?

http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/video/10558989?utm_campaign=opengraph&utm_content=video&utm_medium=link&utm_source=facebook

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

The golden door!"

s. alan dyson

salandyson@comcast.net

318.780.4454

081712

Monday, June 4, 2012

Shreveport House Concert Series Presents

moonlight revisited

lyrics by

david love lewis

music and performance by

alan dyson

the

Shreveport House Concert Series

presents

Alan Dyson

and

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

http://shreveporthouseconcerts.org/

Friday, April 27, 2012

green lady, red lady, blue lady II

circa 1980

collection of deena and kim mitchell

Friday, March 23, 2012

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.