Saturday, April 5, 2008

Sounds

I have written tons of songs and have been fortunate to have my own studio to record them in. Sometimes, I weave through this abundance of unreleased work and get a bit creative in my listening. I hear bits of songs and music blending into other parts of tunes and thus I made this little crossfade mix. Play it Loud!

William Bates Crossfade Mix

Whatever Happened to You?


Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote for a project that somehow got put on hold. Life's interruptions seem to have reared their ugly heads again. I think its a good example of my efforts to put myself inside another character. Perhaps you know people and think to yourselves what the hell ever happened to them?





She cast her lot with fate and she was let down
Hard to believe such luck for the class clown
But life is all promise when you’re young
Promises now broken in the gray November sun.

She went to college but it wasn’t her thing
She wanted to see the world, the glory it would bring
The great works of literature fell on her deaf eyes
Her heart was broken before she tried.

Fade away…fade away…fade away to blue…

He worked in shipping, she slept in the secretarial pool
He caught her fancy with the silly thing’s he’d do
They had a brief sad torrid love affair
And in the end she didn’t repent, she didn’t even care
She believed in angels, they kept her safe at night
She worked hard to achieve what she knew wasn’t right
Her friends all had babies and husbands by the score
Seems she was cursed with always wanting more

Fade away…fade away…fade away to blue…


Whatever happened,whatever happened,whatever happened to you?

Time he is a hustler, he tricks us with his grace
He leaves us on the sidewalk, watching the race
In still procession we see what we want to see
Isn’t that the way it always is, the way it’s meant to be.

Her time is docked by the inertia of her lies
She never found the space to cut them down to size
And now in her hands sands run down like rain
But still she finds pleasure in the mists of her pain

Fade away…fade away…fade away to blue…


Whatever happened,whatever happened,whatever happened to you?


Whatever Happened to You?
Words and music by William Bates


Dreamland Music Review


William Bates,"Dreamland-A Song Cycle" (t21 Music)

Song cycles tend to be unavoidable, full-on explorations and commitments, somewhat daunting. The term is a softened form of an ‘epic’ but nonetheless, it is what it is. I was prepared to gird my loins when presented with the -- not one, but two disc song cycle “Dreamland” by William Bates. And yet, I felt instantly at home from the opening strains of “Spirits Catching Time/Dreamland” for I had been down similarly-rewarding paths before with Van Dyke Parks (the quintessential song-cycler). Bates’ voice will remind the listener of Parks, but I also hear Jim O’Rourke, and the accompanying acoustic pluckings reinforce that comparison.

But this work is just the sort of epic that one is delightfully surprised by, because you have the conventional aspects of folk/pop melded together with avant-garde boldness. Like Van Dyke Parks, William Bates exploration is undeniably American -- with the rockabilly foray of “Everybody’s Happy” and the driving “Blues Won’t Let Me Be”. But to Bates’ credit, this isn’t strictly a one-man journey, as he is augmented by female vocal accompaniment (“A Woman’s Work is Never Done”) and female artistry most pronounced in the composition, “Willow Weep for Me”.

The jazz and blues elements come more to the fore on disc 2, particularly with “Feel Like A Stranger”. I defy anyone to pin down this particular track, as it’s a blend of so many genres that at first you’re disoriented until you realize this is William Bates’ own style. “Days I Knew”, for example, sits on the cusp of being Sade-esque lounge-styled crooning but the emphatic persistent snare-and-high-hat shuffle moves this song into another terrain altogether.
While I’m still trying to tackle the depth of “Dreamland” (and it is a definable song cycle particularly given the recurring themes/wordplay in various songs), I can safely say that William Bates has presented the listener with a masterwork deserving of the title ‘song cycle’. It’s a true thing of beauty that never fails to stay fresh over the span of 2 discs; and there is quite literally something in here for anyone who appreciates jazz, pop, folk, and blues. Not only does William Bates excel, he surpasses those striving to tie together simply two genres. Quite simply, Bates is a musical alchemist, able to spin commonly-known genres into a golden one of his own.

To go to this artist's web site click here
Review by John Lane

Ear Candy Magazine
June 2004



Sunday, March 16, 2008

Accept and Move Forward

Life is often a series of disappointments broken by brief spells of happiness. That is why one should cling to those periods of joy like the gifts they surely are. The counting of one's blessings is an intricate part of the development of a good life. Storms do come and one must weather them. One's strength is measured by how well they handle such adversity. As I write this, I must confess that these words have the luster of cliches to my eyes. Yet cliches are but the truth told again and again and again. Being a writer, I often turn to words as a form of self guidance. And as a musician, I often turn to the writing of songs as a means of revealing to myself and to others some of the truths I have discovered in life, be it by melody or lyrics or ideally the combination of both.One thing that I have learned is that one must accept whatever life brings to us and move forward. Often we become trapped in the moment or revert to the past. The key is to always keep moving to a better day. So accept and move forward....and find your peace in this world.....

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Lincoln's Melancholy


I just read a book called Lincoln’s Melancholy and it is a fascinating read.  As a long time Lincoln lover, I have often pondered exactly what was the fuel behind his greatness.  Author, Joshua Wolf Shenk has put forth an interesting new take on what ran “the little engine that could”, as long time Lincoln friend and law partner, William Herndon famously called Lincoln’s ambition.   To put it simply, Shenk identifies Lincoln’ lifelong struggle with depression as the motivating factor behind his greatness.   This was of extreme fascination to me for I too have battled the dark forces of depression and have used my own wars against it to stoke my own creative fires.   Please note that I certainly do not have the hubris to suggest that I am on the level of Mr. Lincoln but only state that I can relate to the battle he waged within. 

Mr. Shenk also points to Lincoln’s use of humor as both a major tool in not only his political arsenal but also as a forceful weapon against his own depression.   I also could relate to this tactic for my own sense of humor has put me in good stead against those 4am feelings of the soul.   He also writes in great detail of what has been called “depressive realism”.   As he states, “depression often springs from fundamentally accurate perceptions, that in some situations, can be an advantage.”    Research has suggested that when people are not depressed, they are highly vulnerable to illusions, including unrealistic optimism, overestimation of themselves, and an exaggerated sense of their capacity to control events.   The author places these observations within the framework of Lincoln’s entire life and especially in how he handled the overwhelming stresses of guiding the nation through the horrors of civil war.

 This is but a brief overview of this fascinating book.   I would recommend it highly to anyone but especially to those who have dealt with the darkness of depression.   For in your darkest hours you can see you are not alone.   The ghost of Lincoln is indeed there with you…..

Thursday, March 6, 2008

The Reedy Beat

Years ago a friend of mine and I started a magazine to promote local music in my area.  We called it The Reedy Beat, a take off on The Mersey Beat, which was the main magazine for the local Liverpool, England scene in the early 1960's.  They were instrumental in drawing attention to a group called The Beatles.   Seeing Liverpool had its Mersey River and we had our Reedy River it somehow seemed an appropriate name.   So now after a many many many years hiatus, I am bringing back The Reedy Beat in the form of a blog site and a Podcast.  I invite you to visit www.thereedybeat.blogspot.com   Songs, Reviews, and Interviews of the music of upstate South Carolina and beyond will be featured.  

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Dreamland

 

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