We woke up to the drone of planes

There are a few weird and unintentional consequences of this weekly song project. One of them is that the imperative to make something new every week naturally demands the work to be relevant in its current time. In the past, I would write songs months before they were ever performed for others, years before they were recorded in any fashion. There would be no way of knowing what was going on in the world when I wrote them, and likewise whenever they were released or performed had no relationship to the broader climate of the time. 

Now, of course, everything is different. I find it incredibly difficult to work on or publish anything that doesn't feel relevant to the week. Each song reeks of the week in which it was written. It's an interesting twist in my music, which until this year has been mostly unpolitical and unleashed from the bonds of the current climate. I'm actually hoping that as this project progresses, I will be able to distance myself more from the current events of the week and write from other places again. We need timely songs, but we need timeless ones as well.

This week's song is instrumental. It has two very simple motifs-- the pitches of the first come from a Lakota ceremonial song, the other comes straight from Mozart. The footage is of the Standing Rock camp burning earlier this week (original footage here). The poem was originally posted without an author listed at the Restoration Village Arts website. 

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