Our story inspires a song

When I received an email out of the blue from some dude named  David Lockwood saying he was a “singer/songwriter” making an album called “Modern Love,” partly inspired by essays in the column of the same name in the New York Times – “yours among them” – I thought yuh-huh, right, whatever. How many people claim to be “singer/songwriters.” Probably the same number who say they’re “freelance writers.” (Hey, I really am one!) And I wondered what he wanted from me. (Turns out, nothing.)

So I did a little digging, and lo and behold, David really is a published singer/songwriter with professional credentials, and “my” song, titled “Gone” and based on this essay of mine published in the New York Times, is lovely! He says it’s his personal favorite, but he probably says that to all the girls. The lyrics are at the end of this entry. I was relieved to see that he took the message I intended – my relationship with my spouse has changed and some things, indeed, are gone, but our love remains. Thanks, David, for getting it! 

Meanwhile, I discovered that David, who lives in one of my favorite towns – Plymouth, NH – knows folks here in the Durham, NC, who I have connections to. And he even bought a copy of my guidebook, “Farm Fresh North Carolina.” Thanks, David!

I said earlier that David didn’t want anything from me. That’s not entirely true. He’d love me to spread the word about his Kickstarter campaign to raise funds for the album. If you can spare even $5, David and muse would be appreciative. Me, I’m giving $25 so I can get a copy of the actual CD, though I’m guessing David would send me one anyway.

Here’s to art and music that, as David explains on his Kickstarter video, examines real love stories in all their glory and gore, not the Cinderella versions of life that we all know are nothing more than, yup, fairy tales.

Gone

Seas of gray, a late November

Day we sail into dawn

Haul away, boys, to paradise

For the life we’ve known

Is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

(space)

Say goodbye, stow these memories

Safe below, we’ll go on

Wear these words down to silence

For the life we’ve known

Is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

(space)

Will you know my old face in the days that remain

Will there be any trace, any scar left beyond

Where the children once played, ran wild in the rain

And the love we’ve known

Would never be gone, gone

And the love we’ve known

Would never be gone

(space)

Now we roll down the runway

Skies of blue, but you come undone

Pray to God…please…stay…leave…lose your bearings

For the life we’ve known

Is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

But the love we’ve known

Will never be gone

 © 2012 David Lockwood/Azurine Music

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