To Marian, and all... Sometimes, (despite the fact that alot of my friends have called me 'prolific'), I have lyric 'dry spells' that have lasted up to 2 years, even though some music may flow from time to time. No inspiration, perhaps? (lol) Recently, some very personal experiences have driven me- and I mean that literally- to write. I've written poems and lyrics in the last month, even finished a song called "The Distance of Your Heart." (From meeting someone in Toronto in October.) In the last few years my songs have been extremely autobiographical. Good or bad, that's my inspiration. Also taking a long hard look at the gay scene - looking at self, and society and how we weave in and out of the real world or stay within our own. I'm not a flag waver or a militant, but maybe it's just time that instead of sitting on the sideline, I need to be more visible. I couldn't write when I compared myself to say, ah, Joni, or Paul Simon (who I was listening to back then) but when she said 'you gotta write for yourself', that was the best advice that I had ever heard. My sister gave me this magazine with Joni interview when I was in high school, and it had this quote. I wrote my first song at 17. Joni also made mention of something like: "Well you never know when you'll be on the tail of a good song." When I got in touch with my emotions I got in touch with the author in me. Anne's lyrics are emotionally powerful, and so are Kate's. I think it's all there, Marian. I bet when you let go, your first song's gonna be phenomenal...
Gone are half the leaves on just one side Of a tree displaying red and gold But only to my pen I will confide That half my heart I gave you to hold Why can't I let go of this dread That I've slipped and fallen As tears escape, I turn my head Could it be my heart that yours is calling? Oh, I'll catch you if your falling... What is the Distance of Your Heart Is it just the many miles that's tearing us apart? For this voyage I have no chart Longing sighs Cloud up the skies Tears in your eyes With passion and such grace... How I long to see your face... c 2001, Steve Polifka Steve
