Oct 062016
 

hurricane

 

Last night I talked with a friend in Florida who was sitting in anticipation of Hurricane Matthew. I sent her this recording of me singing Raina Rose’s song she wrote shortly after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005. I am so pleased with the tenor and feeling of this recording with upright bass, cello and trumpet, I want to share it with the world! I made it in Madison with some musician friends in 2012. Xander Gieryn is on trumpet and I believe it is Kenny Jones on bass and Steve Pingry on cello.

‘Hurricane Waltz’ has multiple meanings for me as I was riding my bike down the west coast on a bike/music tour in 2005 when I met Raina for the first time. Not only did my journey “follow the mountain, down by the river to the tip of Orion’s sword” but I lost soft, vulnerable and innocent parts of myself to a fling that hurt more than I could know or understand at the time — somewhere in Oregon or maybe California.

I hope you like this song and recording and that it will remind you of how precious and fragile life is on earth today as we go hurtling into a future of extreme weather changes that put all of us at risk.

Lyrics to ‘Hurricane Waltz’

Release me

I’ll steer this ship into the rising sun.

You don’t have to please me

but if you lose me

you’ll be the lonely one.

Cuz life is a wilderness

Where is the wind willing me now?

Am I prose or poetry?

Or some pensive final vow?

So go ahead and cry for the lost things you’re missing

Cry for the things you haven’t realized are gone

You can search all you want but you ain’t gonna find them

Think you left them back in Oregon

Or maybe California

But they’re gone and they ain’t comin’ back no they ain’t comin’ back

Did you lose track of the train tracks?

Did you lose sight of the drinking gourd?

Did you follow the mountain, down by the river to the tip of Orion’s Sword?

‘Cuz life is a wilderness

with only the stars to guide you home

and I made it here solo

and I’ll find my way alone

So go ahead and cry for the lost things you’re missing

Cry for the things you haven’t realized are gone

You can search all you want but you ain’t gonna find them

Think you left them back in Oregon

or maybe California

but they’re gone and they ain’t comin’ back no they ain’t comin’ back

So let’s dance through the storm

while the whole wide world

winces in pain

and the war’s just outside our door

and so is the tsunami, the earthquake and the hurricane, the hurricane

‘Cuz life is a wilderness

There’s no tellin’ what’s happenin’ now

All we got is our love, babe, we gotta make it on love somehow

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