The Little Engine Doesn’t Run Here Anymore
For years I have thought of myself as a lyricist only. My claim is that I can play guitar well enough to write songs, but I am not a guitar player. My self image is that because I only play rhythm guitar, I am not really a musician. I have learned recently just how wrong I have been all these years!
It all started with a Christmas CD I wanted to do. I had a few Christmas songs written, and I really wanted to do a CD for last Christmas, it was October and time was running out. I wrote the needed songs to fill out the CD, and started to record. I realized that I need more instrumentation than just a rhythm guitar and a harmonica. I needed steel guitar, mandolin and synth sounds to fill in and complete each song and to help each song be unique. I also realized that I had no studio musicians to hand to whom I could turn the songs over, and get the sounds I wanted. I realized it was up to me if I was going to get anything at all.
I began learning how to play the needed instruments. Not well, and certainly at a master-level, but good enough to fill in and make interesting the recorded songs.
I began recording my practice sessions track by track. I would work on a line here and a line there. Just hoping that I would eventually have enough good sections to piece together and get something interesting enough out of to use in the overall recording.
It came together. It was hard, but I got it done. At first I was skeptical of the finished product, but then again I have several friends who are accomplished producers, tell me they liked the album. It’s titled, “Cactus Christmas Tree,” and you can find it at, http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/hilarymarckx2 if you want to check it out. It could be better, but by doing it I got the courage to do another one, which will be a whole lot better.
CK Chesterton once wrote something to the effect, “If something is worth doing at all, it is worth doing poorly.” I take this to mean that if we just put off doing something until we can do it with perfection, it may never get done. But that we should start and just get it done.
I remember a little book my mother used to read to my sister and me titled, “The Little Engine that Could.” The story has a very small engine with a very big load, on a very steep grade. All the way up the grade the little engine says, “I think I can! I think I can! I think I can!” Then after it finally makes the summit it says, “I knew I could! I knew I could! I knew I could.” But sometimes you don’t know you can until after the fact. Now I know.
Success is a product of dreams come true. You start with the dream. You work/struggle/fight/create through the process, and then, sometimes surprisingly, you succeed. Then, success breeds more success.
I am now in the final stages of a new project. It is for a Broadway Musical, and as usual, it is a hell of a lot bigger than I am. I have just completed several of the close-to-final mixes and I am getting excited. Much if it is way out of my genre and much more complex than I have ever attempted.
Out where I live the trains have ceased to run. The long, lonely, whistles have ceased their calls. The clack-clacks of steel wheels on steel rails have been silenced. But in my mind there is a small child who still remembers the steam and call of a whistle in the night. And a too small engine that challenges me to attempt the impossible.
More to come on this.