The piano shows up in the things I’m recording all the time in a textural role, but it’s been a long while since it operated as any kind of consistent musical driving force. I think you might have to go back to MEDIUM-FI MUSIC to find the last album where the piano provided the guts for more than a song or two.
I’m not sure it’s as simple as not being able to bring the upright upstairs where a lot of ideas are born. For some reason I just don’t seem to sit down at the piano and wander as much as I used to. I don’t know why. There’s really no excuse for that. It’s not as if I don’t keep the beast in-tune.
I thought it was about time something changed there. So I’ve been making a point of recording more piano songs lately. Here’s one of ’em.
Even if it ends up on an album, I don’t think sharing this one is giving much away. A naked tiny song is all it is. But sometimes I like those naked little tunes an awful lot. And sometimes the heat comes on near the end of one such tune, a clicking sound is made, and the piano mics pick it up, but you like the performance enough to live with the click. This is one of those times.
The first verse is about mockingbirds. Did you know some of them lay their eggs in the nests of other birds, and then their offspring bully any other young occupants out of the nest and steal their food, leaving the adults with no choice but to raise them as their own? I find that fascinating, and kind of horrifying.
The second verse is about being a self-aware organic compound derived from sugar. A state of being we all think about from time to time, n’est-ce pas?