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15 May

https://kirstenwenlock.bandcamp.com/

NEW 63′ SONG

20 Dec

https://kirstenwenlock.bandcamp.com/album/1963

photo 3-4It has been a productive year for sure. My band Elk and Boar released something out of nothing, in June, produced by Elijah Thomson (Everest). We’re really proud of the record and thankful to all who participated and continue to support us.photo 4-1

Mom’s know, sometimes after laboring and then delivering something with a heart in it, postpartum blues can ensue. To fight them off I embarked on a 13 year project. This 2013, I recorded songs from the year 1963 and have been posting them on bandcamp. In just a few weeks I’ll start recording songs from 1964.  I plan to keep covering songs popular 50 years ago till I reach my birth year.

I just finished my version of One Fine Day written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King. It was a hit in the summer of 1963
 for The Chiffons. Had so much fun interpreting it. Super thankful to Eli and Frank for bringing some magic dimension and dynamic to the track. Love them. Have a listen!!

 

sidenote:
Frank Lenz- Water Tiger -YOU NEED IT. Purchase today. I listen to it everyday and it always feels new to me. It’s like water, light and weather change it so it is perpetually interesting. And it’s like tigers, because tigers are great.

Being 70

17 Dec

1511100_10202168937498015_1383949015_nAbout a month ago I met a man in line at Goodwill Outlet (my very favorite place) who made a significant impression on me. We were talking about age. He asked me how old I was and I told him 37. He thought I was younger which for some reason made me blush, his manner of speech was so sweetly forthcoming. I’m in the middle of my projected lifespan and it is wonderful and strange. Noticed recently I’ve an aging neck and I saw today some new lines under my right eye and I realize my skin is getting tired. Strands of hair are silvering. My youth is helplessly slipping. There is no preserving it. I am forced to find the romance in maturation.

The handsome fellow in line next to me asks “How old do you think I am?” I shrug. “I’m 70.” he said.

“Really!” I say. “You don’t look 70. But tell me. What is 70 like?”

“It’s awful.” He said. “So lonely. Friends die or move in with family. People forget you. No one cares about you when you’re old. I’ll tell you. I have stories. I have done it all. Drank, chased women, smoked dope, stole (but never from a person), only been in jail once which is pretty good when you grew up in the hood.  Oh I could tell you stories. I will give you my number. Don’t give me yours but this is my number. You could call me anytime. 4 in the morning.  That’s another thing about being old, you don’t sleep.”

I haven’t called him. But when I sat down to the piano after meeting such an honest fellow, this melody came to me and soon after that, some time sensitive lyrics. Here’s a holiday song, inspired by Billy Ray. You can download it for free here.

70

all alone

all alone

all we learn on our own

how to use what we know on a dime

in the house no one calls

phone is tethered to a wall

I will throw a record on for old times

in my heart there’s a place

you have come before

how come you don’t come anymore?

this room gets so cold

and I’m scared sometimes

but I’ll be fine

I hold a thought of you in place

and when the earth turns its face

colors ache across an icy sky

bittersweet my old friend

it’s the holidays again

suits me like an outgrown lullaby

though we fit together

love I do know better

then to call another living thing mine

we’re not long here staying

only truth is we’re changing

we’ll decide to erode or shine

clouds’ll drift away

nothing stays the same

like seeing for first time

a baby’s cry

turns to a grown man’s smile

leaves to lose and find his way

in the end in the end

all our homeless wandering

reveals the grandeur of a heart’s floor plan

now is when it begins to get good if we can

hold each moment like a lovers hand

it’ll slip away nothing stays the same

the grape lets go of the vine

winter snow makes the water fall

the fruit becomes new wine

all alone all alone

all we learn on our own

what is left after a long hard cry

where are you my old friend

it’s the holidays again

suits me like an outgrown lullaby

new song

11 Feb

It has been awhile since I’ve recorded something in my attic and it’s a good thing for me to do… even if it’s not all I want it to be. This song has been haunting me for some months and I was afraid I wouldn’t finish it… then important words came and the fear left! Here it is, all young and born.

f o g

look at us

we are the family of God

all of us

none of us

in these uncomfortable clothes

are here cause we chose

some of us

black sheep and shepherd-less

wounded and suffering alone

all of us faith in our fingernails

better for love we’ve known

look at us

finally falling apart

keep me out

from May to May

I’m stretched out like linen,

like salt water taffy days

I’m owning up

I won’t forget that the end is a place I can start

you’re playing dead

well I’ll make amends

with your pretend ghost in my heart

look at us

we the family of God

broken up, saving face

you don’t come to dinner

I know that I scare you away

it isn’t right

as it is in heaven

there’s room for us all in the choir

there you are

well I’ll be around

weighing down the wires

look at us

we are the family of God