I made this dude cry.
Like I was some schoolyard bully.
A big ol’ burly recording studio owner with “hair down to here” used to let fifteen or so of us guitar slingers in his place.
Once a month or so, we’d invade the upper room of his studio, crack open our acoustics, and have a jam-o-rama until…
Oh, whenever we decided to fizzle out.
Man that was fun. I really miss going there.
So I’m up there fiddlin’ out a tune I co-wrote with a state legislator from Missouri…
Imagine that, Me. Writing a tune with a politician, hmm.
Anyway, so I’m yodeling out this tune and that burly studio dude starts snifflin’ and reaching for the Kleenex, swiping his eyes.
What the….?
I’ve made women run out of a room with tears streaming the cheeks, but this dude, canyon-wide shoulders and all?
I even accused him of faking it afterwards.
He said, “No, that song really got to me, it’s a great song.”
It’s a tune involving a dude too busy for his kid, but the kid hasn’t given up hope.
The kid’s leaning a bat over his shoulder at the plate. Looks over and sees his old man sitting in the bleachers for once.
Stands the hair on his neck and knocks one out of the park.
The little guy is all smiles. Not because he popped one over the fence, But, because his old man is there.
And now he’s running one home for daddy.
Writing tunes that effect people like that, that’s what it’s all about. Not the ‘hokey-pokey’ fluff about winning contests or getting a cut.
Nothing wrong with that stuff, but it means squat until you stir up something in a listener.
Commanding emotion in our songs like puzzle pieces helps.
That’s Tune Booster’s goal, helping to put the pieces together for you.
Maiden issue is on the edge of its seat.
Subscriptions opening up soon.
Until then… keep writing from the heart.