My Adventures in Writing Music

It was my fiftieth birthday and when I got upchildbirth." They repeated this over and over
that morning I decided to celebrate by givingmore loudly as the night wore on and they
myself the day to do anything I wanted -became more inebriated. The last worrisome part
something that I had always wanted to try andof the night was when they insisted on carrying
had never allowed myself time to do. I decided tomy organ down a steep flight of stairs. I was
try to write music. It seems unbelievable that Isure they were going to drop it.
had been playing piano since the age of four and"Christmas in the Country" was the aftermath of
had never tried to write music of my own. It justthe holiday season when I lived in Vail, CO. For
never entered my head that I would be able toChristmas Eve I had the honor of playing a church
do this. I didn't believe I was intelligent enough.service for President Ford and his family. A week
When I began composing, the music and lyricslater on New Year's Eve I was on my way
would flow out in complete form. I would sit onuptown to play in a bar when I was in an
the couch in the evening watching TV and writingaccident. The woman who hit me turned out to
words and music at the same time. Sometimes Ibe the sister of the man who hired me to work
didn't even listen to them until the next day. Manyat the bar. I had to be careful how I handled the
of them were about places and things and eventsevent for fear of losing my job, which I really
in Colorado. I wrote songs about everything andneeded.
everybody. I realize now that the compositionsWhen we moved to Grand Junction, CO I started
followed my own experiences with music. Imy own dance band called, "Aces and Eights"
worked my way through folk music, country,after the hand of cards that Wild Bill Hickok was
blues, pop, show music, even some rock, andholding when he was shot. I had this band for
then the music started turning spiritual with newabout ten years. I remember well the first and
age lyrics about a visionary world.last jobs.
At one point I was in contact with one I calledThe first gig was in Telluride, CO, a ski town
Frances, as I spelled it for a long time until it wasabout 150 miles southwest of Grand Junction. I
corrected to Francois. A couple of years afterhad booked a three piece band at a club and hired
that the last name came down and it wasa trumpet player and drummer, both college
Couperin, who was a famous French composerstudents. We all went in our van with the
and musician, a harpsichordist for the court ofinstruments including my organ. My husband was
Louis IV and the teacher of the royal princes anddriving. The drummer said he'd been in an auto
princesses.accident earlier that day, but he was all right. We
A year later, I began to receive information frommade it through the first set and he got sick. He
a spiritual source that flowed the same way ashad to lay down on a couch backstage and the
the music. Some of the information came from atrumpet player took over the drums. He'd never
being named Sashuyon and one of his formerplayed them before, but had studied how to do it
incarnations had been as Tchaikovsky. This isin college. Thank goodness for his talent. We had
where the Russian influence came from in theto pack the van carefully going home so there
music.was room for the sick drummer to lay down on
Eventually I was in touch with the Musicalthe floor. We had taken the rear seat out and
Universe and the Science of Music started comingthat was the only place he could lay down. He
through. This science will give the world muchwas pretty sick by this time. He had a concussion
needed new technology by applying music tofrom the accident.
seven established sciences for new ways ofThe last job was in a town about the same
healing not only humans but also the earth herself.distance northeast of Grand Junction. It was New
The day I decided to start composing music, theYear's Eve and that night I had booked a five
first song I wrote was entitled "Walk, Walk, Walkpiece band. We had to take the equipment up
with the Angels." I hated it. I didn't want to writethree flights of stairs. But that wasn't the worst
religious songs. Then I realized that while writingpart - the travel was treacherous that night. The
the song I was seeing a vision of angels paradingroads were snow covered and very slippery. My
across the top of Grand Mesa, a 14,000 flat tophusband was driving and did a very good job, but
mountain close to my home in Grand Junction. II was scared both going to the job and home
decided it was meant to be and went on to writeagain. There were snow shoe rabbits all over the
another song. This one turned out to be veryroads on the way to the job and coming home it
different. It was about the female singer in mywas deer and moose that were all over the
dance band. It continued on from there.roads.
One evening while driving to choir practice a songThat was the night I "hung it up." Our son Neil
started coming through and I had to write it on awas about four when we moved to Colorado and
piece of paper while driving the car. This was kindby this time he was 14 - too old for a baby sitter
of hard to do and also kind of dangerous. Thisand too young to stay by himself. I never played
song was entitled "When the Columbine Turnsanother dance job.
Blue Again" and was inspired by a trip we hadAfter moving to Los Angeles I decided to try to
made up onto the Grand Mesa to cut firewoodwrite some pop music so I signed up for lyric
for our fireplace. I was later informed that thiswriting classes and started going to workshops. I
was a reflection on a previous life I had lived.had signed up for twelve weeks of lyric classes.
By the time I had twenty-five songs written IThe classes were held at the teacher's house.
decided to write a musical play and fit the songsOne night after I'd been going there for about
into it. I called this play "Boomtown, U.S.A." Ourthree weeks, I left her house and headed for my
area was a boomtown at this time based on thecar. It was across the street and down a little
oil shale development that was going on at thisways from her house.
time is western Colorado. This play will soon beWhile walking to it I noticed two homeless men
available on my website.walking towards me pushing their carts. I saw
As I worked the songs into the play, I beganthem cross the street and head towards me. I
hearing arrangements for them and tried tohurried and just got inside and shut and locked the
incorporate these arrangements into the pianodoor when they were knocking on my window. I
accompaniment. Most of the music in this groupstarted the car and tore out of there. I never
was of a country western flavor. Besides piano, Iwent back to finish my lessons.
played guitar and mandolin and my sister and IAnother night I was at a workshop in a
sang at various events as teenagers. I know thisdowntown high rise and when I came out to go
influenced these early songs.to the parking lot which was about a block away,
The music eventually became a little more in theI had to walk among street people laying right on
line of pop music with some influence by earlythe sidewalk and reaching up as I passed, asking
50s rock and roll. It still didn't stop me fromfor money. I never went to anymore workshops.
writing about everyone and everything. One nightI lived in Los Angeles about five years. I was
as I went into choir practice I heard someone askthere for fires, floods, earthquakes and riots. I
"Where's Joe." The answer that came back fromwas teaching music at a preschool one day and
another member was "Joe's not here." Thisthe other teachers came in, locked the doors and
became the title of another song and was in thepulled all the shades shut. I sat there and
blues genre. This happened quite often.entertained the children while they waited for their
For some songs I drew from events that tookparents to pick them up. The rioting was within a
place in my childhood. The song "Daddy was ablock and a half of the school.
Bootlegger" was a true story because my Dad"Talk to Each Other" was inspired by actually
was a bootlegger. He ran a still in the blackberryseeing a woman lift the lid of a garbage can. I also
bushes on our property and he quite often spentwas acquainted with a teacher at the school
some time in jail when caught. My Mother hatedwhere the student was shot. I entered the song
this song, but did like most of my other work.in a contest to "Heal L.A." after the riots. It got an
For twenty-five years I played for dances everyhonorable mention out of 1200 entries and I also
New Year's Eve. I never had a New Year's Evegot an eighteen month contract on it, but nothing
off. One year I had surgery on my right wrist andever came of it.
I still played a four hour gig with just my left handI was there for the big earthquake that did so
and left foot on the organ. Anyone who playsmuch damage. Our house didn't receive much
piano or organ knows that the melody is mostdamage, but one day when I went to the
always in the right hand, so this was a verypreschool where I was to teach it was completely
difficult night. This was when we lived in Ohio.destroyed from an earthquake.
Another night that was kind of unforgettable,When the fires were burning I could open my
while we were still living in Ohio, was when I wasfront door and see the flames behind a hill not too
playing a dance for a group of state patrolfar away. My big worry was having to leave my
officers. I was about 8 months pregnant; thecat locked in the house while I was teaching. I
officers were drinking merrily and kept yelling atgave the neighbor a key and asked her to let the
me all night, "don't worry lady, we're all trained incat out if the evacuation order came. It never did.