Behind the Song: The Blues Call It Out

Patchwork Blue Album

Rosalie sent me a little bit about the making of the song, The Blues Call It Out off of the Patchwork Blue album:


“The blues surround us. We cannot escape. We listen to ease our souls, to laugh off our troubles, to relate to the story. We need the blues to get through.


In this song, I’m having a bit of fun playing around with the blues. Call it what you want, it’s the blues right or wrong.”

Rosalie Robison

Listen to The Blues Call It Out on Apple Music or Spotify:https://www.gate.fm/9YAAjFhmC

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

Solitude 12/22/2020

“Good morning, plant.”

I haven’t named them yet

The two I brought home from the grocery

A quiet fills my place in these early hours

Plenty of room for thoughts to play

Daydreams and drifting worlds

A wonder and a wandering mind

I go everywhere from somewhere

Find ideas in the nowhere

I moved the one plant to a sunless spot

Her leaves were curling

Edges brown

It feels good to care for something

Beyond myself

To care for everything

From nothing

A book of blank pages

Carefully bound

Waiting for the unfolding story

Waiting to be uncovered

Excavated

In the silence

Loud in solitude

It’s so loud in solitude

The other plant is happy

With a little sun

Slicing in through the window

He has a conversation with this light

I can almost hear

Like a winter tree the growth is slower now

External input muted

The letters are sprouting nicely

The notes are about to bloom

This solitude is pregnant

A tension growing something new

For this changing world

Something new for a changing world