Showing posts with label louisiana songwriter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label louisiana songwriter. Show all posts

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.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

broken glass


broken glass

lyrics by
poet 
david love lewis


music and performance by
alan dyson

a dysonfinearts production
all rights reserved

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Monday, December 12, 2011

live performance

an informal performance of poetry and song by

david love lewis

and

alan dyson

come as you are, bring what you wish, prepare to listen.

please rsvp.
 780-4454
salandyson@comcast.net



Sunday, November 6, 2011

alan 'n amram

I get to meet legendary beat poet musician, composer, and cultural evolutionary David Amram!
The high point of 2011 for me.
Thanks to:
Stan Carpenter for the photos.
Centenary College for hosting a week long visit...and
Matt Crowson, Shreveport's Cultural Ambassador for making this happen!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

i used to dream


'enter here' d.e.X.a.d. 2010



i used to dream
original poetry by david love lewis
music and video by s. alan dyson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HO7xKLy4dFg

i used to dream

'til they swallowed me

long night stretches
cold and dark
in all directions.

from my station
at the top
of the ferris wheel
cars come silently
toward us.

metal boxes
shining away from us.

hold on tight.
don't fall out.

nodding out at work.
cold brought me back.

cold wind
that stops dreams
brings me back
to book.

david love lewis

Link

Thursday, October 21, 2010

"broken glass"

'glass house' - debbie buchanan engle (work in progress)


'broken glass' - poetry by david love lewis, music and performance by alan dyson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOI7-YC0Krc&feature=mfu_in_order&playnext=1&videos=4jgrRwetI10

'broken glass"

i'm so glad your soul
belongs to jesus, lately your good manners
and much else have eluded me;
we promised no more nukes,
no more point-blank sights, but you
need to zero in, to wield the cerem0nial knife:
a feral child thrashing away with occam's razor.

that's why i had to get out
and see the world or at lest the plush
mamas on the other side of the street.
naked and forked, i forked my way
to the other side of lonely avenue;
sure all the time you saw me from
your lighted window and disapproved.

and when they left me bruised and bleeding,
as hungry for death as death in life can be,
you scolded and screamed and called me lost
and wrote me off.

by god's mercy i didn't die; step by step
on the muddy road back i called distance
from you a good thing' a thick clot hearsay
poisoned what was left of your milk's kindness.

we had one more run in us, and made it;
pilgrims dazzled with our brilliant runs---
fast eddie and calamaity jane dance in
quick time and promised each other more.
and if the songs stop now, i will be blamed,
pilloried in a sheet of fire for some real slight
or some imagined neglect: i have called too much
or not enough.

there's only one thing left i'd like to know---
can you still trip the lightning and catch
its glow in your clear smooth jar and hold
it up like a child, as surprised as anyone
with its brassy glow?

these others catch their fireflies and are satisfied;
and i would be too if i didn't know,
hadn't always known
better.

david love lewis