Music by the Lost, Words by the Found

November 2, 2021 § 1 Comment

No Guitars were harmed during the recording of this song.

I spent countless hours of my youth poring over the liner notes of every record I could get my hands on. No detail, from studio location to assistant engineer, went unappreciated. Lyrics were always a welcome bonus.

As a young, wannabe musician I was particularly interested in the songwriting credits to learn who did what in the band. It was usually: Music by Guitar Player X, Words by Singer Y. But sometimes there would be a wildcard.

The theme of being lost and found again is a popular one in both secular and non-secular music. It got me to thinking what would happen if Lost and Found wrote a song together. Press play and crank it up! Lyrics are included.

Music by the Lost, Words by the Found – John Truelove copyright 2021

The saved will ring the bell
The damned will beat the drum
As this day is lost
So shall tomorrow come

Join me in a song
There are verses for the weak and the strong
We all know the sound 
Of music by the Lost
And words by the Found

Let the Angels pluck the string
Let the Demons blow the horn
As we die today
So shall we be reborn

Join me in a song
There are verses for the right and for wrong
We all know the sound
Of music by the Lost

Words and Music by John Truelove copyright 2021

Bloody Mary Morning

November 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

So much energy goes into creating music now that it is easy to forget how effortless it really can be.

I think muiscians everywhere should consider releasing collections of their sound checks.

African 12 Gauge Trance Music

November 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

My 12 Gauge

I love shotguns. Handguns are sexy, rifles, efficient but nothing says you mean business like a shotgun. Just the word alone has power. Go ahead, say it out loud and listen to those hard consonants and feel that dark aftertaste it leaves on your tongue.

I am not allowed to own a shotgun where I live. Even if I could possess such a thing it would fall into disuse here in the city. It would collect dust much like the balafons, ngonis, and djembes that have been collecting dust around your own house.

Instead, I have  bass guitars. Singers make the money, guitarists take the glory but bass players are the dark horse, we know a visceral secret. And we get the girls.

I have a 12 string bass who I call 12 Gauge. If it were to play in an ensemble with your dusty African instruments it would sound something like this bit of music by Nhoj Serya.

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