A song inspired by an old photo that contained all the best parts of my youth, and the grown-ups who made it happen and whose legacy I can only pretend to.
The music is original, creative and from the heart. I hope you have as much fun listening as I had making it. Thanks for tuning in. Keep fighting the good fig
'Perfusion' is the moniker for this one-man musical juggernaut. I record all of my own material in the basement, after the kids are asleep! One track has a female backing vocal but all the rest is just l'il ol me. About 2/3 of the songs were done using Studio One - 3 and ProTools computer based software and the others on the Boss BR 1180 free-standing workstation.
In 2015 and 2016, string orchestra pieces I wrote were features in the season with the Turtle Creek Chamber Orchestra. In 2011 I was honored to receive the Janesville Arts Council People's Choice Award for Outstanding CD/Song for "I Married the Prom Queen"...
Story behind the song
Inspired by the loss of a dear aunt and the photograph that crystallized the years in my life and the life in my years.
Lyrics
Don’t lose track of this picture, it’s the only one I have,
Of a time that seems such a lifetime ago,
Of a place that didn’t last,
Her hair was so long, her skin was so smooth,
I never thought that smile could move,
I can still hear the laughter, and taste the cinnamon treats,
I can still hear the ocean, I can still wade in that stream.
The girls still talk about all his promise. Who taught us most how to laugh?
Man, he left us so early, burned twice as bright, time cut in half.
This road, that road, any old way the wind blows,
Blue sky, thunder, look up at the sky in wonder,
And oh to weather the seasons, as well as this photograph,
Look who’s standing together,
Look at all of that hair,
Is this picture really faded, like the memories it holds,
Or is it really brighter with the promises of hope,
The mountain doesn’t seem quite as tall as I remember,
I took me years of walking through that prairie underneath,
To know that all their wisdom, when harvested and spun,
Just teaches us that living side by side we live as one.
This road, that road, any old way the wind blows,
Blue sky, thunder, look up at the sky in wonder,
