Yup, I'm back.
I had a really crazy and terrific dream that included Brad Paisley and Lady Antebellum, the CMAs, and Andy Schleck, which persuaded me to keep going with this blog, and voila last night I wrote a song and I love it.
I don't really have any country news here, mostly because there hasn't really been anything going on. Gloriana has released a new music video for "How Far Do You Wanna Go?" I love the song. Miranda Lambert has released a shining new album, Revolution. She's amazing, she really is.
But I do want to go onto the song.
Yesterday, I found out that a girl I had become really good friends with had to take a medical leave of absence and that I'll probably never see her again. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. She was incredible, beautiful, and a wonderful person to be around. We played the card game spit (and sometimes we played Texas Hold 'Em with the guys) together on Saturday nights, and she had the kindest heart I've ever known. So I never saw it coming. It's always like that, isn't it?
I'm still really upset, and I took it really hard when I read she was gone. So, how did I deal with it? Like I always do, in a song.
Oh, and her name was Danielle.
Danielle's Song (Apple a Day)
It's the final card shuffled in the deck
It's the kindness of a shared blanket
It's a question we've left unanswered
It's the pirouette of a tiny dancer
It's coming home and finding a letter
from a friend that you wish you'd known better
cause if you had, maybe you could've helped her
and then you and she could've been happier
It's her laugh before a lengthy silence
It's a poker face before she wins the chips
It's the warmth of a cup of chocolate
It's an umbrella against the cold wind
It's coming home and finding a letter
from a friend you know you should've known better
and seen the smile followed by the regret, or
been the one that could've tried to help her
It's two armchairs facing the TV
It's a walk downstairs in your bare feet
It's an ice cream cake with your name
It's the high five right after the game
It's coming home and finding a letter
from a friend that you wish you'd known better
cause you should've been able to prevent her
from leaving but now you go on without her
don't you know an apple a day keeps the doctor away
I'm sure that she's heard it before
but there's not a whole lot that the doctor can say
when she doesn't eat anything more
I really wanted it to be a "punch you in the stomach" kind of song, like the music video for Reba McEntire's song, "What Do You Say?" (If you don't know what I'm talking about, look it up on youtube. If you don't feel like you've been punched in the stomach, you're heartless/psychic.) I hope it did end up like I wanted it to. I also wanted the song to be a show, not tell song. Because I never explicitely say what Danielle was dealing with. Did you figure it out?
I'm not all too sure what "it" is, the recurring "it" in my song. I think I meant it as our friendship. All of the "it"s that I mention above are facets of our friendship, things I'll never forget. But I suppose you can also take "it" to be life; as in, it's all these things and then POW something major happens and you can't figure it out.
Once again, questions/comments/criticism/anything else is very much appreciated.
Much love and thank you for the musik!
NBK
p.s. Travis Zajac is the best forward on the Devils, and Zach is overrated. And I think it's unfair that Trav is the only member of ZZPop no longer on the line. Say what you can about Dainius Zubrus, he is no fair replacement. And Patty, get well soon!
