Suspenseful Forge!

We have full line-up of showcasers for this Wednesday, so without any further ado I will introduce of centering topic of discussion. 

Yes, ladies and gentleman, banjos and bandoneons, brass bands and dancing hippos, ahem, let me get my megaphone: For next forge we will discuss... (ooh, the suspense, as I twirl my moustache and stroke my beard) we will discuss... suspense! I bet you didn't know your songs had suspense in them, but all good ones do, if I may go out on a limb only to have it chopped up to furnace our forge. 

When I say suspense, I mean that I would like to look at the dramatic movement in song: the starting point of the song, its driving "problem", conflict, mystery or discrepancy, and the direction of its conclusion or resolution. Perhaps this all sounds terrible complicated. Well, it is! But what's frustrating about most complicated things is that also have a very simple side that gets in the way. 

Therefore, simply: Suspense is what drives the song.

We can also look at suspense musically: for you theoretical types, think of suspended chords, and 2-5 resolutions, builds and releases of dynamics.

Well, perhaps this is all not so clear... do not fret, all will be revealed this wednesday -- I could not but leave you in suspense what with our topic.

Purl of Surf: She Falls Down, Still

Purl of Surf eddies in two of their frothy compositions to fired in the next Forge on Wednesday (April 9th). What sea-change could occur in this volcanic crash of the elements? Deep-sea dive to www.myspace.com/purlofsurf to discover some of their recorded purls of wisdom. 

She Falls Down

You can see it, inside, in your mind,
But you can’t wash it away, like yesterday.
You can’t feel it, any, anymore,
Like you used to, Like you used to…

And it rains down, (it rains down)
It falls down, (it falls down)
She falls down, (she falls down)
And crawls around…

You can see him, inside. He’s not kind,
and you can’t get him away, so you pray.
That you wont feel it, any, anymore.
You just can’t get used to…
You just wont get used to… It.

And it rains down, (it rains down)
It falls down, (it falls down)
She falls down, (she falls down)
And crawls around…

She hasn’t been the same, since that day.
She’s going to be okay…
She’s going to break away…

And it rains down, (it rains down)
It falls down, (it falls down)
She falls down, (she falls down)
And crawls around…
It rains down, It rains down.
She falls down, she falls…
It rains down, It rains down.
She falls down…

And crawls around…

Still

No relationship with me would ever be picture perfect
Because I’m difficult to live with
But I guess that I’m still worth it
‘Cause after all these years, you’re STILL here with me
And you’re STILL dear to me

Hey, ya, ha-ya Hey, ya, ha-ya
You’re STILL here for me
Hey, ya, ha-ya Hey, ya, ha-ya
You’re STILL dear

You accept my fear of growing old
And that my hands are always cold
(Except when you’re near)
You suspect I’m tossing most the night
You think I think I’m always right
Yet that’s when you’re here for me, oh
You make it all clear for me

Hey, ya, ha-ya Hey, ya, ha-ya
You’re STILL here for me
Hey, ya, ha-ya Hey, ya, ha-ya
You’re STILL dear
Hey, ya, ha-ya Hey, ya, ha-ya
You’re STILL dear to me
Hey, ya, ha-ya Hey, ya, ha-ya
You’re STILL dear

So say it ain’t easy, say it ain’t easy, La la ….
Say it ain’t easy, say it ain’t easy, La la ….
Say it ain’t easy, say it ain’t easy, La la ….
Say it ain’t easy, say it ain’t easy, La la ….

Ya, ya …. Oh … la, la …. Oh …. La, la ….

Lyrics by: Meghan LeBlanc
Music by: Meghan LeBlanc & e

Purl of Surf Music ©2008

Joshua Weresch: To Right

After spending three months recovering from presenting in the inaugural Forge, Joshua Weresch is offering another song to be licked into shape with the flamey yet tender tongues of criticism. Blow on the embers this link www.myspace.com/joshuaweresch to warm your ears with a flickering of Josh's recordings.

To Right
Joshua Weresch
March 20, 2008
Hamilton, Ontario

"Come," he said, "let's build a seacraft."
"Can we," she asked, "build what is good?"
"Have you," he said, "caught fish barehanded?"
"It's not have," she said, "but should."

What do you catch of darkness and light?
What keeps you building in the midst of the night?
What mercy is there to set this to right?

She said, "Who does the steering?"
He said, "Furthest back, widest sees."
She asked, "If we go under?"
"To right the boat," he said, "is you and me."

What do you catch of darkness and light?
What keeps you building in the midst of the night?
What mercy is there to set this to right?