let there be TRUTH
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Mariya Andriychuk, TRUTH
I said I would, or might, share the titular track from my next CD, TRUTH, with you here.
So, here it is.
And yes, I am working of several possible cover designs for the CD, featuring the photography of Mariya Andriychuk, if I can just get her to keep some clothes on long enough…or not. Maybe it is time I really put out some naked reads.
TRUTH, the lyric
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, TRUTH
I am, as I write this, listening to the final MP3 mixdown of TRUTH, the titular piece from the new CD.
Not bad. The voice is a little strident. The music is evocative of a late-60’s hashish parlour (don’t ask me how I know what that should sound like). I like the presence of the piece.
Here’s the lyric:
It’s swell here in Hell
while we waterboard Jesus because
he doesn’t think a rich man can make it to Heaven
by killing everyone who is just looking for some truth.
We know better, don’t we?
The envelope under the door says so
and we put on our spray-tan glow and go
tripping down the yellow brick road of priests’ skulls.
Manson was also sincere. I fear
we are using a bent yardstick for good
when we polish the brass for a gallon of gas
so we can look for truth on that road of priests’ skulls.
It’s a bloodbath and we just laugh
and debate celebutante taunts for tired old men
who don’t have to put it on the line for the divine
right to be wrong with other people’s blood on the pavement.
Just looking for the truth
that we don’t want to face. We’re in disgrace
for everything we claim as anecdotal proof
of God favouring us in our endeavors.
Sonic boom doom and the groom won’t make it back
from the black-tarred fields that concealed
desperate men who see no sin in sacrificing truth.
And your sons and daughters, fathers and mothers and brothers.
If our leaders really believed in the God
they invoke in mad mantras as a smokescreen
they would quake in fear as their end draws near,
not shed crocodile tears over their three-martini lunch.
The road to Hell is paved with the lies
of people who cannot even face themselves in the mirror
without a wall of self-deception to shield their fates,
sealed with kisses that are not worthy of s streetwalker.
Speak truth. Live it. And give it as legacy to our children.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll post the piece at the listening room at williamfdevault.com
Maybe. I’m going to go work on the cover…
(right now cleansing my musical palette by listening to…wait for it…wait for it…"Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed" by David Bowie. Admit it, you would have NEVER guessed that selection.)
TRUTH will out
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, TRUTH
A month or two ago I started laying up tracks from the new CD, TRUTH, on www.williamfdevault.com. I’ve received some excellent feedback, but many have noticed that the actual CD and most of the tracks still seem in limbo.
Good catch, there.
After a bad cold mid-Autumn, followed by a brutal case of RSV that still has compromised my voice, I have not been able to finish the tracks. It is painful and aggravating to be blocked when I want to get this thing done and out the door, but maybe this is nature’s way of telling me to slow down. I should be able to go back in the studio soon and I go back in with a new confidence and a thermonuclear passion (I never did have the good sense to stay down when knocked down).
Maybe my upcoming trip to San Diego and Los Angeles is a Godsend (of course, the last time I went to LA…well, you all know the story…)
In any case, I haven’t forgotten or given up, and I think you’ll agree that perhaps my stepping back and tweaking a few of the tracks improved them (or not, you know what happens when I start second-guessing myself). Besides, thanks to the delay, I have a much better selection of cover models besides myself. Maybe someone Ukrainian?
I am just saying: Be patient. TRUTH will out.
turning off the internal editor
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under CDs, Humour, Journal
I have been accused (of many things?) of not having an internal editor or censor, thereby making sure I blurt out things in my writing and speaking that probably I shouldn’t say. I spent a lot of hard work putting those guys (the censor and the editor) in a small, cramped box with little light then kicking it off a cliff somewhere near Cooper’s Rocks. I am NOT in a hurry to let them back in.
It futzes with my creativity. No, really. I think you need to hear an idea before you can dismiss it with any amount of integrity. So here, in honor of my total lack of internal censor, are some of the more recent ideas the entire village of village idiots who make up my internal creative engine have come up with that at least got thought of consciously before being dismissed.
A Christmas CD. Oh, please. Yeah, I can see it now…no, I can’t. Too awful to imagine.
The Goldenheart Cycles as their own volume of poetry. No. No. No. We’re talking old bones, ancient old bones. Besides, it would be a ridiculously slim volume and I don’t believe in cheating my readers that way.
A Poetry-Rock Opera. Sheesh. Find that guy, tie a large rock to his legs and drop him in the well of souls. Then throw larger rocks down in after him. People think I am hopelessly arrogant now. This would be too much evidence of that.
A pocket-size slimmed-down edition of The Compleat Panther Cycles. What? What do we do, triple up poems and print in 5-point type? Remove all the lovely illustrations of Jillian Ann? Ack. I think I feel the big one coming over me…it’s getting dark.
Release a book under an assumed name from a different publisher, just to screw up the ether. To what purpose? Chaos for chaos’ sake isn’t even amusing.
Release separate CDs containing the exact contents of selected books, including As such…, Love Gods of a Forgotten Religion and Ronin in the Temple of Aphrodite, both as readings and as pdfs. I considered this for ten or fifteen seconds. It has merit, but…
A book of children’s verse. Oh, now that would be something…hideous. I never claimed to be well-suited to deal with kids as kids. I like them better as people, something most parents have an issue with.
These are actually some of the saner ideas I see jotted down around my computer, here the driftwood of random thoughts (thank you, Dr. DeBono) washes up from time to time. Ack.
expanding the audio library available
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under Journal, Nemicorn, The Last Romantic Verb, william f. devault
Just got through bringing up more than half an hour of more free downloads and listens of my recordings from my CDs, getting further down the road to having them all available to my readers and listeners.
In this batch we added:
(from the CD The Last Romantic Verb)
- from out of the city
- Bragi to Freya, on his deathbed
- Wordslinger
- glass roses
(from the CD Nemicorn)
- Damascus 3
- Brisant Revelations
- Texture of Your Tongue
- Love Gods (Multivox)
They are now all available at www.williamfdevault.com
The Unbitter Suite
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under CDs, Journal, The Last Romantic Verb, music
The Unbitter Suite.
It’s a name, a play on words (my son, Dante, loves plays on words), and it is true. That dangly piece of music I have been working on for the last few weeks? I dreamt it the other night, and it fell into place as the musical spine of a set piece, akin to my early works Wordslinger, Eros V and Beasts of Legend off of my CD The Last Romantic Verb.
It’s big. and grand (note, without the "e") and majestic. It petrifies me, to be honest, as I am wondering if my words and voice can do it justice. But, being prone to leaping from parapets at the slightest provocation, I have to try.
If my obit reads I was found, eyes glazed, headphones on, the sound of synthesized bells and orchestra and a chaotic blast of emotion…then I failed. Or succeeded beyond my wildest dreams (Okay, maybe not my wildest dreams, as those generally involve an exotic beauty with an accent and a large pool of dark chocolate…but close).
I have been building on the musical theme, making it more complete and complex, a suitable compost for the words I must now plant into it. I am going to mostly harvest existing works that work with the mood (unrepentant romanticism) and the rhythmic structure.
It will be big. It will be true. It will be fun to do.
Love to all, I am off to see if I can make the world hear what I hear, feel what I feel when the right word or voice or touch or kiss is upon me and I yet believe that what I am told is more than just the faux fur finery of a pretense.
I am so glad to be alive, and to know what love is, at least in my own sphere.
new tracks for free download
Posted by William F. DeVault | Filed under CDs, Journal, music
I just promoted the tracks
Right Set of Lips
I rained poetry
(Love is an) Howling Beast
and the re-engineered (Evangelist) version of
Kisses for Karma
to the free listening room/download area on williamfdevault.com
Enjoi!
~so while hanging out in your corner...