Artisan – Post 107 – Imperfect Moment

Artisan by Dan Joyce

©2016

Post 107

Imperfect Moment

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Imperfect Moment

 

Chords: D Em G D

 

This is my sunset on the beach without you

This is a painting of myself thinking about you

This a song I never sing in perfect key

This is a picture of you without me

 

This is a one-way conversation

This is dream of lonely fascination

This is the tone of the ringing of your phone

Listening on the other end alone

 

This is my imperfect moment

This is my unrequited love

I tell you something must be coming back to me

For you are my imperfect reality

 

This is my one time of the year

Wishing that you could be hear

This is my date to prom going solo

This is how much I love that you will never know

 

This is my imperfect moment

This is my unrequited love

I tell you something must be coming back to me

For you are my imperfect reality

 

I am your wallflower waiting to dance

I am your lucky number waiting for a chance

I am an underdog quarterback at the Superbowl

I am the missing piece that you could make whole

 

This is my imperfect moment

This is my unrequited love

I tell you something must be coming back to me

For you are my imperfect reality

 

You are those special times together

You are the sunshine of good weather

You are the mail you write and send it back to me

You are the good time in my life when I feel free

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Artisan – Post 106 – Dancing Till Midnight

Artisan by Dan Joyce

©2016

Post 106

Dancing Till Midnight

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Dancing Till Midnight

 

Walking on Sunday

Dreaming about you

Call this a fun day

You’d like it too

 

Walking on Monday

Wondering what to do

Done with the weekend

And back to school

 

Everybody’s dancing till midnight

Everybody’s seeing the light

Everybody wonders where she goes

Is she really doing him right?

 

Everybody’s riding their sunset.

Everybody’s travelin the world

I’m just at home writing music

Singing to a special girl

 

Taking it easy

Free your mind

Have not a worry

Leave it behind

 

Why should we bother

To get uptight

Nothing’s accomplished

When we just fight

 

Everybody’s dancing till midnight

Everybody’s seeing the light

Everybody wonders where she goes

Is she really doing him right?

 

Everybody’s riding their sunset.

Everybody’s travelin the world

I’m just at home writing music

Talking to a special girl

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Artisan – Post 105 – The Frog

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Post 105

The Frog

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The Frog

 

Chords G C D Bridge C G D

 

I know a princess

We talk often

She’s got to be

The most beautiful

Women I have ever seen

 

I am old and warted

With puffy eyes

And live in a swamp

She has money

I have a lily pod

 

I know there is someone

Inside of me that neither

Of us know. At least, I think

I want to kiss her and see

A difference in me

 

I don’t know if frogs

Live in fairytales

Of if dudes like me

Every change

 

 

I don’t know if frogs

Live in fairytales

Or if I want to

Someday

 

For what? For maybe?

I don’t know if I believe

I think she does

But why sit and think about

What is impossible anyway?

 

I don’t know if frogs

Live in fairytales

I’d like to see

Kiss me

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Artisan – Post 104 – Rain On Me Sunday

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Post 104

Rain On Me Sunday

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Rain On Me Sunday

Chords: C G F G C G F

 

Riding on the waves of life Surfing passed me by

Do you ever remember when

We sat and talked about nothing a natural high

How I long to talk like that again

 

In the middle of morning I would call and wake you up

You’d drive to work talk to me then

Sometimes I feel your warmth overflow my cup

Yes, I do believe you’re heaven sent

 

Rain on me Sunday wash the tears away

Sun shining Monday just another day

Rain on me Sunday wash the tears away

Come see me Monday how I wish you’d stay

 

Riding on the train again call to say hello

No answer on my mobile phone

Don’t want to miss you so but I feel so alone

Not really sure which way to go

 

You have yes had my heart for oh so long now

This is really nothing you don’t know

When I think about you it just makes me want to shout

To the world I love you so

 

Rain on me Sunday wash the tears away

Sun shining Monday just another day

Rain on me Sunday wash the tears away

Come see me Monday how I wish you’d stay

 

Music comes from the muse and she has written me

Off until I don’t know when

But in my heart I can hear a symphony

Waiting to hear her once again

 

Rain on me Sunday wash the tears away

Sun shining Monday just another day

Rain on me Sunday wash the tears away

Come see me Monday how I wish you’d stay

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Artisan – Post 103 – With A Word

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Post 103

With A Word

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With a simple word

I lose every argument

No matter how plausible or valid my claims

With a simple word

I have no education

No knowledge, perception or truth

With a simple word

I am denied or lose employment

With a simple word

I am incapable of love

Or natural human needs

With a simple word

Women rally fear

And violence from men

Not a word of science

Nor precisely defined

With seeming no meaning

This cutting word I find

That no matter how hard I try

To treat this ailment of mine

With this simple word

I can never be cured

And it may sound absurd

That however you say

I hear this small word

Synonymous with hate!

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New Album Release – blah blah blah… I Love You – Interview with the Artist

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Blah Blah Blah… I Love You – Interview with the artist

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Dan how long have these particular songs been gestating in your mind–building up into into a cohesive group?

The first song, One Sunday Morn, that I can remember composing was written on the bus when I was a beach artist. I woke up and my roommate gave me a chord progression that I really liked. Then I wrote the words riding the bus to the beach where I sold prints and played guitar. I was almost kicked off the bus for practicing it. When I was able to combine the techno loops with the folk guitar in When Will The Sunshine Be Mine, I felt I was really on to something, but it does take work to get it right. I really like that mix though. That was about a year ago. All the songs in the album use computerized music. I like to do that. It seems easy, but sometimes getting everything to work together can be difficult.

I do enjoy the acoustic guitar with the electronic loops. It’s unexpected. It’s also kool you have a story ready to go with many songs. That will bring listeners in, I think. At least it does for me.

Imagery and storytelling are part of poetry. I take several viewpoints, from the religious to the activist, “I kill Christ to redefine!” I’m not always sure where it comes from. Sometimes , I just keep writing till it all makes sense.

What about the loops?

The loops are almost randomly chosen, but I do use some pattern, bring in drums or base first, improve later.

A stream of consciousness?

Yes, stream of consciousness. I noticed I was good at it in my first novel. I write as the words come to mind, like James Joyce. Sometimes that gets me into trouble. I can have a poisoned pen.

So you find your loop from the internet or from program? Forgive the question.

I have programs that come with many loops. Unless, I’m looking for something in particular that is not in my library, I really don’t search the net. It is too troublesome.

We are hop frogging each other in this interview, that is the nature of your collaboration with yourself, don’t you think?

There is a basic paradigm to art forms, random and patterned, order and chaos, conflict and resolution. It is all the same. If you accept that some of it will be out of your control, it will be much easier to compose. Watercolor painting is like that

What would you like to tell me about “blah, blah, blah….I Love You” as an album?

It is experimental music. Maybe on the brink of something new. Not techno, not hip hop, not pop, it’s searching for a style in it’s own. Not singing, not poetry recital, not rap…

Recital, sounds apt to me.

I think it’s the beginning of something new and exciting for me, yet still in it’s raw stages. But I will always be a painter first.

I know you’re you’re a painter. Which is you’re first love?

I started painting in my teens to cope with the difficulties of adolescence, but I understand color, shape, form, line, texture, etc… the way one understands music. The two are interweaved.

I noticed you included a pastel on the cover of your cd. Who is that of?

Yes, recent sketches, always recent work to combine the timing and feel of the music. Blah blah blah is just a random girl rolling he eyes to a heartfelt proposal like the song.

A proposal of what?

Love and eventually marriage. To the guy in the song, it is a once in a lifetime feeling maybe. To the beautiful woman, it is so common she’s not even listening.

So, she’s just jaded. That’s what the song is about? hence the title?

Yes, but not all beautiful women nor women in general are like that. It depends on the person. When I first wrote it, I showed it to a model friend. But she was moved, because she felt it was very sincere what he is saying. So, there went my theory…

Nice. What can you tell me about the song “The Satellite Earth?”

Activism, angry, very angry. But there is a line of irony, ”There is no peace in our world. I love you.” It comes from a letter I read from James Dean to a girlfriend. It so fits the prose and the world today.

It reminds me of David Bowie’s Earthling album… Dan. I see you are an all-around commando of the Arts. where do you see this going?

Actually I expect to sell more drawings and paintings from this than albums or songs, but you never know. One thing might catch on, go viral and domino everything else to the spotlight. It’s a lottery profession, but I don’t mind. I spend very little money and give it a lot of work.

Thanks, Dan. It was great to speak with you. Meet you at the donut stand and buy me an apple fritter. I look forward to hearing your CD.

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Artisan – Post 101 – What’s Your Depression? – For Mental Health Awareness Month

Artisan by Dan Joyce

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What’s Your Depression? – For Mental Health Awareness Month

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What’s Your Depression?

Chorus C G D   Verses D C G   End C G D

 

What’s your depression?

How does you feel?

I understand your hopelessness

It seems so real

 

Let me tell you something

You think will never end

But if I show a secret

You can call me a friend

 

What’s your depression?

How do you feel?

I understand your hopelessness

It seems so real

 

The right wing likes the bible

That beats it into me

The liberals only squabble

Pushing dope we don’t need

 

Everybody talks about big pharmaceutical

Thinking that their truths are so psychological

Thinking that they know what to do

But they don’t want to walk in our shoes

 

What’s your depression?

How do you feel?

I understand your hopelessness

It seems so real

 

Every time you look at the movies

Or a bad guy on TV

Everybody thinks it so truly

That we’re just a bad seed

 

Brother, sister

I tell you there is hope

Don’t listen to what they’re telling you

Put faith in what’s being done

 

Everybody talks about big pharmaceutical

Thinking that their truths are so psychological

Thinking that they know what to do

But they don’t want to walk in our shoes

 

What’s your depression?

How do you feel?

I understand your hopelessness

It seems so real

 

Don’t listen! Don’t listen!

To the darkness in you

Don’t listen! Don’t listen!

To what they think is true

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Artisan – Post 100 – Punk Rock Review – Kim And The Created

Artisan by Dan Joyce

©2016

Post 100

Punk Rock Review – Kim And The Created

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Monday night I went to the Echoplex in Los Angeles for my first punk rock gig since my early twenties. Initially, I saw some people decked up like in the old days, guys wearing make up, died bleach blond hair, women in leather miniskirts, etc… but the majority of the audience didn’t have that Halloween pierced punk fashion I used to see in the old days. In fact, they all looked like they had just come out of their study halls at a local community college. No purple hair, very little leather, no Mosh Pitt and if I was lucky, I’d see a strange tattoo.

What has happened to the new millennials that they are so into their technology and computers that they can’t dress up or enjoy a punk rock performance? While the first two acts drew less of a crowd, they still had a life in them that the audience didn’t. The second performer was so hyped up she even had a mock baby birthing on stage, yet from the crowd, nothing. What did they do? While Kim performed her balls out sweating it out in a leather bodysuit with more energy than a hyperactive child on sugar without any Ritalin, they all just stood there holding up their cell phones filming her! Kim had a professional act, she jumped all over the stage, rocked out her amazing guitar licks nodding her head like one of the Ramones and even at one point managed to play guitar with her hair. The audience, however, was a dud. She could’ve jumped off an amplifier, landed head first on the drum set, broke her neck and all the audience would’ve done was capture it on their iPhones and put it on YouTube! Today’s punk rock is dead. The kids are more into capturing and posting a performance than they are actually being there and enjoying it.

Now in old school punk rock, we cut our arms, pierced our nipples and pulled out our hair to go to the local pool hall to see The Adolescence, T.S.O.L., D.I. and Social Distortion while getting drunk and high to our brain’s disgust. We’d hitchhike to see the reminiscence of the 60’s, camping out in a field while taking hallucinogens to watch the Grateful Dead. True, the Dead didn’t do much dancing, but we sure did! An old hippie or a punk rock performance was something to be experienced that could never be captured on a computer. Yes, I wanted to photo Kim with my Obamaphone just to let people know I was cool enough to see her, but really I was there for the art and despite the sluggish crowd, Kim and the Created had it. I hadn’t seen young music much since I got sober and Kim House was like a younger Marilyn Manson, but much easier on the eyes.

Then came a major disappointment. She decided to dance amongst the audience. Now back in the day, when a punkers joined the audience, they’d jump off the stage into a moss pitt. The crowd caught them and it was one of the most exciting times of the show. But if Kim tried that, she’d have done a belly flop right onto the cement dance floor! Fortunately, she saw that coming and climbed off the stage. What did the audience do to their local celebrity? They stood back, made room for her to dance, pushed their cell phones in her face and watched her on the screen. At this point, I’m thinking that Kim’s kind of hot and if she dances by me, she’ll have a bit of a fight to get back on stage. She saw me from the corner of her eye and kindly avoided that.

Later on that night, I talked to the manager of the club who said the crowd was less active because it was a Monday night. I got that, but still… it’s a punk rock show! Kim and the Created had an act down despite the dead crowd. They performed it. Kudos to you, Kim House for giving it your all, putting it on and putting it out an amazing gig in spite of your audience on a Monday night. You are a true artist and I admire your dedication. It was a pleasure and an honor to see a real musician from the new millennium perform!

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