Posted in: Uncategorized | No Comments | December 2, 2011
About five years ago I was in the throes of my first mid-winter depression. I had decided to let myself go and see where it took me. That was an experiment and I will not do it that way again: I am fighting anything that resembles that at first sight, because I am a firm believer in the power of the mind and the enabling of the Creator to help me with that, upon just asking. Anyway, my friend Dale Tower had passed a poem to me some days earlier that was written by his brother in law from New Zealand, Bob Rommage. I hadn’t written a song in ten years but that dreary day I sat at the piano and later with the guitar and wrote a nice little melody to the words, which were based on a description of Dale returning to his humble little town in Kansas after spending time in New York City for a job related symposium….the profound quiet and simplicity of Rosalia was a comfort, a respite in his life and I tried to capture that in the simple little melody… little did I know that in addition to helping lift me out of that first bout of depression five years ago (I had been there about two months), it also was the springboard for a new album project that finally came to fruition just a week ago… of course there were a few other people involved in getting me motivated (not the least of whom is the faithfulness of my wife Andrea) and I will speak of them in future blogs.
“From my front porch, a peaceful scene
The Flint Hills casting history
Where sculpting hands of time have been,
No flashing bast * * * screen…”
-original lyrics from Bob Rommage, “Rosalia” (the poem)
