Uncertain and Unsure

There are flowers out her window

The birds, they come to play

The swingers and the bluejays

Come for a bite, but never stay

There’s something to remember

But the thoughts begin to slip away

There are anchors getting lighter

Which hold the world in place

There’s something to remember

Getting fewer every day

At first she doesn’t know me

Uncertain and confused

Then a spark begins to flicker

In her eyes

“You’re the girl who plays guitar”

We pluck the strings

I try to sing

Her face begins to shine

Stories that she tells

Of a long and busy life

And it’s fitting that there’s people

Who come to care for her

After everything she’s done

For those she loves

Each time I think she’s fallen

Into a deeper sleep

I stop playing for a moment

And she stirs

“More music?”

And she tells me not to sneak away

Play another song for me

My audience of one

She might forget the songs I’ve sung

And that’s all right with me

For just some moments she is shining

Like a flower in the sun

Every song is new

Every song is new

Moved and Still Moving

I moved out and away

I am moving still

There’s an upcoming appointment with home

There’s a house

Itty Bitty

Teeny tiny it’s true

Where I will make a bed and

Have a little room

A place for a garden

A spot in the shade

It’s all underway

But there’s paths to cross until I get there

A hop and jump before then

A brief moment of time

A few things to accomplish

So this strange disarray of living and moving

Suitcase is packed

Organized chaos

I might be here and there

Rarely

Checking in briefly

Unpacking just prior

To repacking and shifting

I contract and expand

Like a heart beating surely

Like a heart beating truely

One more step or two

One after the next

To a small little place of my own

Ain’t life grand

New Episode of Wendy Says Things is Out Now

I’m talking about creativity, vulnerability, and living a fully realized creative life on this episode of Wendy Says Things!

Give it a listen, hit that like button, and share far and wide.

Thank you so much for supporting me, and for being patient while I’ve been settling into a new life after moving!

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I had this framed, and gave it to my college roommate, who I’m staying with for a while, and it’s hanging on a wall in her kitchen! (At least until I move into my new place :P)

Behind the Song: Blue Night

Blue Night came from a small snippet of poetry that I had jotted down or maybe posted on Twitter and then printed out as possible lyrics. Rosalie said it sounded like a lullaby, which I initially rejected (that’s just a knee-jerk reaction for me), but then later thought, well, why not? It does sound a little like a lullaby. We had discussed it several times, and then I fleshed out the words some. We recorded the background for this song at my apartment with Rosalie at the keyboards, and me in front of my desk with my guitar. One of the things I love about this song is the synergy and the improvisation. We played around with a couple of different piano settings before Rosalie settled on the more organ-like sound, and I had found an interesting riff to explore, and then we just played with no heed to what the melody might be, or how much time we needed. 


During this kind of improvisation, I sink into the music and stop hearing it so much as seeing it due to the fact that I have a form of synesthesia which makes reading music (visual) extremely challenging for me. When I improvise, I can see the shapes of music, and the movement, and I can see how what I’m doing fits into it geometrically, but there’s no easy translation for what I see with what is written as typical musical notations. So we played and when we got to the end, I say, “Okay,” which I left in the track. That was the take. 


I worked on the vocals a few days later, struggling to find the sound that would go with the background, working by ear, and growing increasingly frustrated until, with a slight adjustment in how I was seeing my vocals, I tuned into where and how I wanted the melody to go into the shape of the music Rosalie and I had created together. The background vocals took more redoing, and fussing with the mixing and whatnot, but the main body of this song was put together swiftly. 


Emotionally, this song is a testament to how even close, soulmate relationships don’t completely expunge the feelings of sadness and isolation people can experience. Sometimes all we can do is sit with someone through those times in a comfortable companionship that you wish would always be there, even if it includes the ever-present Blues.”

~ Wendy Kheiry

Behind The Song: Can’t Sing My Song Blues

“Can’t Sing My Song Blues”, evolved from a music improvisation class I took. The story song is laid out as to how I felt when another singer borrowed a song I’d brought for a music ensemble class. Even though it is a standard ballad, the song felt like my song as a band leader in a group I’d been singing in presented it to me as a good fit for my voice and delivery. Thus a bluesy feeling seemed appropriate for this number.

Rosalie Robison

Spotify and Apple links here.

Patchwork Blue can also be found on YouTube, and Deezer.

Lyrics can be found here.

Rosalie Robison

Fan Mail For Patchwork Blue

Patchwork Blue Album

“First of all, I want to say Patchwork Blue is dynamite. It’s really exciting that you and Wendy have created such an interesting, highly listenable, unique work and sound!
I love every track and have to continually remind myself that I KNOW one of these people! The differences between you and Wendy strongly compliment and expand everything. The only thing that bothers me—though maybe it doesn’t bother you or Wendy—is the ancient conundrum of getting it (not necessarily ‘widely’ but ‘widely enough’) heard…which in no way reflects on how enormously pleasing the CD is. With the internet, of course, anything is possible.

There are wonderful threads of so many things that recall or lead and engage. It isn’t ‘light music’ but it is light. Which makes it very easy to take in. Do you have the lyrics accessible somewhere? I can hear you pretty clearly but Wendy’s can be a challenge to make out which, in her case, adds to the mystery and appeal. “

~ a fan

Lyrics can be found here.

I wrote a little bit about the varying responses to the album both from others and myself here.

Lyrics to Patchwork Blue Songs are Now Posted

Patchwork Blue has been variously described as a smoldering fire (I am assured this is a good thing), Avant Garde, Soundtrack music, and as defying expectations (some people liked this, and some did not).

This collaborative album I did with my friend, Rosalie, was born out of free form improvisation with jazz and Blues influences. The album is out on major digital markets. There are 10 songs on the album, 2 are instrumentals.

We had a request for the lyrics, and so I’ve posted them, and thought you-all might like to read them. 🙂

Survival is a form of Improvisation.

Also, I posted this new work on SoundCloud. It’s a sad, gloomy, and makes you wonder why I’m still breathing kind of song, but it captures that moment when I quite seriously felt that my existence here is just plodding on to the end, because what else am I going to do? Some losses can feel like that…but that feeling lifts eventually, maybe showing up in waves, each time a little less severe, a little less sad, a little less lonely. And if you’ve lost someone, and grieve so deeply, I’m sorry.

Grief is a difficult companion, but no one walks without it unless they cannot love. So, you loved well, and will heal in time, building the strength to carry it.

I took this song off of SoundCloud to rework it. So this is a dead link:

Upcoming Music Release

I’ll be back to my regular programming soon. I have this happening on the 20th, and am finishing up the research and edits on the next installment of the podcast, too.

This new music release is a combination of spoken poetry and musical composition. I hope you’ll like it as much as I enjoyed the creation.

If you’re on SoundCloud, find me there so I can follow you. 🙂

bright

a fickle intelligence

soul are winds

the sudden parting of clouds

hope filled future

worry free countenance

the joyous wagging canine tale

carefree dance

inside jokes and shared smiles

happy went lucky

kite

a need for sunglasses and shade

glints skipping across the water body

grass and shapes in clouds

Lo, nothing makes sense, but there is beauty