a Short Study of Feet and Keys...

I needed a new banner for my royal bloginess!

These were all contenders...

In the end I went with, what now is, my new banner!

Would love to know what you think?

Be still, and well this blessed weekend dear friends.

Shell xx

Dear Charlie...

To finally bring Charlie to film is wonderful to say the least - and a lot of other things...

A song I wrote on the pianola in Mum's lounge room,

after Sarah told me she liked said name...

Charlie has been my muse, my tragic creature, my real life & imagined hero...

And now he is my latest film-clip-video-baby adventure!

I want to thank Kate, Sarah, Anna & "Scottwell behind the mirror"

• for attention to everything important,
• artistic ability unsurpassed;
• enthusiasm {for my foolish schemes} galore!
• And just really, more thank you's than a day could hold for letting me prance around {like a big curvaceous purple woman in front of camera} all day!

What paradise would be - to do such all day, everyday anon!

Songsmith {and friends} xx

Brain confusing, ever amusing!

I wonder, if you wonder where I've been? I've been wondering the very same thing!

Well, even if you weren't wondering, I shall list some of the time consuming, brain confusing, ever amusing activities that have been keeping me from updating daily in this place of late.

Caution: List may include ranting!

I have been;

• Building a new Tullys website - which is not easy when you're a singer by trade!
• Creating a Facebook Ad for The Tullys page.
• Making Asparagus & Leak Soup - essential Winter comfort food - & easy to eat while at the computer!
• Buying an apartment - so there goes extra money for more red & sequined shoes!
• Organising a Tullys photo shoot for this weekend.
• Thinking, planning & shopping for my two August babies who celebrate their birthdays this coming Saturday & Tuesday.
• Walking up the round hill - trying to calm my nerves - and my curves!
• Generally feeling like there aren't enough hours in the day to get all that I want done!

But all is well. Very well. I feel like I'm getting somewhere! And as long as I jump up everyday and get stuck in to my life, I know I can succeed!

Enough about me! How been you?

Shell xx

I am song...

Its a little ditty really.  But I wrote it last night, and have had it in my head all morning.  I shall go to my studio a little later today and see if I can capture it.  I am thinking of posting it here for you all to hear - as sort of a preview of what I have been writing/recording over the past months.

I wish it was like a picture, 

that I could paint and sell,

I project, a portrait,

a necessity, a revolution!

But it's not.

It's just my heart, for sale.

Or perhaps pieces of it,

Given out in sonic,

waves of poetry, memories, 

With pieces of brilliance!

and others that just mean a lot to me,

In any event - they are (and so too am I),

Yours.

Songsmith xx

Sunday Soul...

I've been utterly affected by an episode of Spectacle: Elvis Costello With...  which was on ABC2 t'other night, featuring (his wife) Diana Krall, and (my favourite) Elton John.

I've been thinking about singing some jazz...  Figure I have the right tools:  Deep woman's voice, and a tuned piano...  But I've got to develop the most important ingredient:  Soul.

I'm loving it.

In other news, I wrote a Joni Mitchell/Bob Dylan type little songy thing this morning after breakfast.  (I love writing songs in the morning, they are different to the ones you write late at night somehow...)

V1. I’ve taken time to think about it,

I’ve taken time to be a woman,

In my own right,

To listen to the moments, watch them ticking by-

I’ve asked all the big questions,

Like why am I not the hero in my own life?

& what’s the end of the book like?

Chorus:

But this world is, fading away,

And your own life, Isn’t your own life-

Unless you give it away,

I want to give it away, in my own kind-

Of fallen way.

V2. It’s just time to face the mountain,

And know that I can’t put it off any longer,

To go see the sun rise -

go drink the warmth of His eyes…

I wanna paint you a picture and a photograph,

I wanna get the window seat and see, 

where you can’t see, where the sky ends -

And the ocean begins.

Chorus.

And you say it’s your world,

But I say it’s fading away,

And your own life, isn’t your own life,

Unless you give it away,

Watch me give away, 

In my own kind, of fallen way...

Songsmithingly Yours,

Shell xx