harbour walls came about about after K's birthday, someone did a drawing for her which we spoke about, i suggested it could be a natural harbour, the sea, land... we spoke about safety, being at sea.
got a chorus/verse at the time, some of which i'll keep, but now it's grown. one of the tunes from that utopian event last sunday investigated against what i had and there could be a way forward. harbour walls as it was confused me somewhat, particularly because K was on my notation course at work and she asked if something musical had to be in a key, (to rephrase it, does a tune always have a tonal centre?), i relatively confidently said that in western music the answer was yes, then immediatley wrote a tune or two that had a fluid tonal centre - or so it seems to me...
so anyway, i think i found a tonal centre for harbour walls, (although it's ambiguous, i could lead the tune into a different tonal centre...), but the chord of that centre doesn't appear in the tune as it was, so in addition to finding ways to include the jam tune, i threaded it together forming what will probably be the verse, touching on the centre.... how complex it all seems written down.
but the interesting thing is that the tune i improvised over the new verse... after i'd slept on it i realised it was the same - very similar - to one of the tunes i wrote for grace when she was much younger, so now that tune is in there as well, also found that the cutup rilke line has a place in it. very emotional. tears close to the surface when grace's tune fit so perfectly... so it seems that it's for her, as well as being for K, and E. and for me.
the subject matter is safety, calm waters in harbour, storm without. offering shelter. also being outside, still in the storm, trying to navigate a way into your harbour. then venturing beyond our own safe harbours to embrace the world...
such a vast subject (as ever), need to find my own path wiithin it, to holderlin and particularly a line snapped shut like fate... a model.
so i'm leaving my safe harbour tonight, D (not the writer of a book about fiat cars) is throwing a party with auntie accident & auntie emergency offering assistance. leaving in about 45 minutes, wearing my new shoes. scary possibilities. E there & fuel too, may or may not keep that love is lies tune close to me...
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