‘Come a Frozen Morning’ How do you write over-the-top surreal lyrics like Dylan? I’m thinking Desolation Row style here. Answer: basically you don’t. He’s one of a kind. Even so, that doesn’t mean we can’t try. I NEVER UNDERSTOOD You had a dream in the beginning You had a dream that sounded good Why you
Tag: Acoustic Music
‘Forgotten & Rediscovered’ by Zoolon At last I’ve got all my Zoolon Audio albums out there for streaming on Spotify and iTunes – no cost to the listener. Here is my instrumental album ‘The Forgotten Daughter of Zeus’ in its entirety on Spotify. It’s mixed genre and I like to think, relaxing. ‘Listen while you
‘The Long Way Home’ My song ‘All Winter Long’ off the ‘Rainbows End’ album seems to fit the mood of the new words that I found washed up on the beach – sort of. SONG FOR ANOTHER DAY Dreamers dance while dancers dreamSongbirds love while lovers sing No frozen sun, no burning snow Maybe tomorrow,
‘Tuesday, 11AM: No Sign of Life’ Unless you’re composing to a specific theme, deciding on a title for an instrumental piece isn’t always easy. The title has to reflect the music. I suppose it’s a bit like naming a kid after its been born. When there’s lyrics there is always a way to find a
‘Robin Hood & His Merry Self’ I wish I’d got the pic when Robin Hood was sat at my table feeding himself on the crumbs of my pain au raisin. The second he spotted my phone facing his way he was off. THE ROSE WITHOUT A THORN Never looking backwards, two steps forward, two steps
‘Milo the laser chaser’ What an interesting couple of days in the life of Zoolon. First of all I’d taken a visit to a pal of mine and his girlfriend who had just moved into a new flat they’d bought. It’s a nice place. Better still, not long after I arrived so did Milo the
‘Before the Light Went Out’ Mother Earth is now a victim She’s not a magnet any more We’ve stripped her of her blue, green cloak Looked the other way as her children were washed up on the shore “Let’s give her a cloak of plastic That’ll warm her up real good Tell you what? Let’s
‘No-Bell Prize Winner 2014’ Artist Unknown A confession. This is true. When I was a kid about 5 or 6 years old I remember my parents talking about the Nobel Prize. At the time I didn’t really take in what they were talking about. To me it sounded like it was a prize awarded to
‘Cleo the Wise Owl’ She doesn’t talk that much but she did mention that without bees, seeds & trees we are nothing. Songs that that tell stories are fascinating me lately. I’m not sure why, although the plus with a song is – providing the melody is a good one – that a lyricist can
‘Mushroom Quartet’ I don’t make a habit of hanging out in graveyards. The only reason I found myself in one on Saturday morning was because it was pouring with rain and the path through the graves of St Eanswythe Church was a shortcut from where my car was parked and the place I was heading
