Day 6: The Change
“finally my moment’s nigh!
The dawn has come,
my eyes are dry.
It’s time for this little
bluebird to fly...”
Today’s Song:
I Know It Now
Lex Land, 2019
Now that you’ve grieved, you’re just coming up for air.
Through retrospect, the situation becomes clearer.
Your perspective more accurately aligned with reality.
Now that the fog of enchantment has lifted, all the imperfections are obvious now.
You realize the red flags were always there.
The spell was lovely, and, sometimes, you wish you could go back.
But as you strip away the bits of the illusion, you notice something surprising.
You were, and are, just fine without this.
You can be grateful for what you experienced,
but you are, and always were,
complete and whole-
despite the world convincing you,
despite how you yourself convinced you,
you were broken.
Today’s Cocktail:
Bourbon Neat
Reason:
You no longer need the scaffolding, the crutches, the vices, the training wheels. You are a strong, resilient, and brilliant individual, and can stand on your own two feet.
No mixers today. No ice, no sugar, no soda. You’ve got this.
Recipe:
not much of a recipe here: pour the nicest stuff you’ve got in a rocks glass, sip slowly, and enjoy.
For a non-alcoholic variation, do a strong steep of a spicy cinnamon tea. If you have anything with a smoky flavor, like a Lapsang Souchon, that would work, too. A cup of hot apple cider could also substitute well.
Your mix-n-sip soundtrack today is comprised of tunes that reflect your newfound sentiment toward this experience that is now behind you.
Independence, confidence, hope, and maybe even a little sass- are appropriate feelings.
This is your Bridget-Jones-style
“I Choose Vodka and Chaka Khan” moment. 🥰
And here’s one for you to dance around in your kitchen to after your first round 🤣:
I Know It Now
How quickly you did pluck me up,
powerful enough to crush me
And it mightn’t have hurt half as much,
‘cept for the knowing that you loved me.
O! If it were only just some silly, simple,
light, little folly:
a pretty empty-headed marionette,
and her Great Svengali.
I am not just one among your flock
of blue little starlings,
I no longer run amok
one of your sad and brittle darlings,
For my arms are open wide,
and no more do you hold sway,
So just this once I’d like to share
what I always longed to say:
I wish I could have told you
just how much I cared.
You might as well have been the moon,
and I the tide.
You’d push and pull and shine,
and I’d swell, and break, and bide,
never seeing all the force I’d held inside.
I wish I could have told you
how you hurt me so.
You might as well have been the sun,
and I the snow.
You’d glare, and flare, and burn.
I would melt, and then return,
forgetting all the while my own glow.
I couldn’t yet speak to the sting,
beholden to my broken wing.
The dark of night so heavy
and my perch so high.
But finally my moment’s nigh!
The dawn has come, my eyes are dry.
It’s time for this little bluebird to fly...
I wish I would have noticed
you were not some handsome prince,
just a big bad wolf who’s hungry
on the prowl,
And that I am no lost lamb,
I’m just fine the way I am.
I didn’t know it then,
but I know it now.
I wish I would have noticed
that neither had need for the other,
recognized what I had always felt somehow...
I’m on my way- it’s true,
and I’ll do alright without you.
I didn’t know it then,
I should’ve seen it then,
I didn’t know it then,
but I sure as hell know now…
on writing
I Know It Now
Each month I write, record, and exclusively release a brand-new original song to members of The Vault, and each song includes a prompt from one of the members. Alongside each submission, I relate some of the process about the writing of the song, or give a little more context behind the lyrics. Sometimes this is a lot of information, and sometimes it’s just a little.
For this particular tune, I am supremely grateful to past-Lex for thoroughly documenting the difficult writing process of this one. I’ve edited a bit of (and added some to) what I wrote then and am sharing it with you today to take you behind the scenes of how I wrote this particular song.
It is one of which I am very proud, and I personally feel that it is probably the strongest of the original songs on this album from a songwriting perspective. It is also possibly the most important song on the album in terms of the narrative arc of the theme, indicating the shift towards self-empowerment within the narrator.
So let’s dive deep into some nerdy stuff, now!
writing process
Before I knew the full scope of how the song was going to be laid out, or even what the refrain would be, I wrote out some semblance of the following, which I knew would be included in a "Verse" (what we call those brief, recitative intros to jazz standards which we discussed at length on Day 4) at the top of the tune:
“I’m not part of your flock
of little brittle starlings
with starry eyes
and broken wings”
At this point, lyrically, I knew that using birds/flight would be the primary metaphor for this piece.
Initially, I wanted to write a faster-medium or "up" swing tune, since I always need more of those. After going through the writing process, it became more and more clear that the subject matter would be best presented as a ballad, or slow-swing, so I considered a tempo a little closer to Nevertheless I'm in Love With You (a song from 1931). I don't have too many original songs in this feel so felt that would work fine.
The first couple "A" Sections and their respective lyrics came to me pretty quickly/easily, and I really liked how the melody "paints" the meaning of the words, right into the phrase. (Like how I mention the object is the like "the moon," and the narrator is like "the tide," and in the descriptive phrases that follow, the melody rises and falls, like a moon waxing/waning or like ocean waves crashing.)
However, the top of each A at first sounded too much to me like I Wouldn't Change a Thing (another original tune I had written that year), so it needed some reworking. (Sharing with you the original demo recording of that below, for reference and for fun.)
From here, the process of writing this tune became more and more challenging as I went. Sometimes songs really just come together, just like they've always existed and I'm just "discovering" them (like yesterday’s The Way It Used to Be), other times it's a slog. This was the latter.
After working through the lyrics more, a few more similarities/influences sprang up. The slower tempo and languid feel began to remind me of Why Can't I? (1929, a Sarah Vaughan rendition above), and lyrically, the bird theme reminded me, of course, of Judy Garland, and the song we all know (Somewhere) Over the Rainbow, (1939) which says, "if happy little bluebirds fly, beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?", and also a song she sang that not everyone knows I'm Always Chasing Rainbows (a Vaudeville tune published in 1917), the chorus of which is:
“I’m always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by
My schemes are just like all my dreams
Ending in the sky
Some fellows look and find the sunshine
I always look and find the rain
Some fellows make a winning some time
I never even make a gain, believe me
I’m always chasing rainbows
Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain.”
this recording includes the opening verse of this song, which judy rarely, if ever sang
(it was not included in The Wizard of Oz)
We could guess that perhaps Harold Arlen, Over the Rainbow’s composer, and its lyricist EY Harburg, were referring to I’m Always Chasing… in Over the Rainbow in the first place, but I couldn’t find any evidence of that in my research. Either way, there is a thread, and I loved how all of these songs with bird allusions were right in line with the allegory I was hoping it would provide in my song, about finding freedom and independence and adventure through a process of self-actualization.
Once I reworked the beginning of the melody of each A (which provided a rhythmic challenge I'll detail more below), I felt really stuck on the bridge, or “B” section. Fortunately, after some sitting with it, what is presented in the recording came up.
As it is a direct melodic allusion to Stardust, a favorite song of mine from 1929, it really couldn't have fit more perfectly. Again, the lyrical content of Stardust mentions not only a nightingale (another bird), but also that the nightingale's song reminds him of a love long gone, a love that seemed special, which continues to haunt him with its lingering melody... an ideal representation of the relationship depicted in my song, which, while intimating a romance, in truth is referring to a more musical/professional relationship. [insert chef’s kiss here]
Stardust is such an influence on the piece as a whole, that, when we play I Know It Now live, I actually have the guitarist play through Stardust’s form in place of where there would typically be a solo section.
After getting through the "Chorus" of this tune, I knew that tackling the Verse (the "intro" section I mentioned above) was going to be tough. The lyrics came together rather quickly, but the harmonic progression not so. It took about a third of the total time of writing the whole piece. I was comfortable with where it was, but there was a line I loved that I knew deep down just didn't fit (in bold below, within the context of the rest of the verse):
How quickly you did pluck me up,
powerful enough to crush me
And it mightn’t have hurt half as much,
‘cept for the knowing that you loved me.
O! If it were only just some silly simple
light little folly
a pretty empty-headed marionette
and her great Svengali
another puppet in a slew
of tin-pan-alley-fallen-angels
adorned with dark locks
and ancient frocks,
their gorgeous feathers
all in tangles...
but I am no more among your flock
of blue little starlings
I no longer run amok
one of your sad and brittle darlings...
Since it's my G.D. life and no one tells me what to do 🤣 in these instances I usually indulge myself and leave stuff in.
When I sat down to record it, though, I knew it needed to be cut, even though it was one of my favorite lines. I'm glad I made the cut, as what was an unwieldy extra couple melodic lines made the whole section awkward, and its omission immediately remedied it. With the perspective of having this song in my catalogue for a few years now, I am especially glad I omitted this line - it makes the premise a little less relatable.
Lastly, I should note that the verse, structurally and melodically, was inspired by and modeled after the verse for Cole Porter’s Allez-Vous-En (1953).
Another interesting conundrum presented itself as I sat down to record... if I played the progression at a faster tempo, but with the chords lasting twice as long, it had a much different vibe to the lyrics than if I cut the time.
This was a tough decision... these kinds of songs are supposed to be changed and morphed and performed in different ways, and here I was, unable to define the initial arrangement. I think I made the right decision, though, in deciding to do the slower tempo, yet quicker chord changes, which gives it that slow-swing-almost-ballad feel, like this version of You're Getting to Be a Habit With Me (below, 1932), however, with this change, the lyric loses a bit of its tenderness (a bit of the implied disappointment) with the lyrics moving at twice the speed.
The good news was, it would work better at a quicker tempo to do an "up" version of the tune as written. Have I ever actually performed a more upbeat version of this tune to date? No. 😂 Nice to have the option though.
To add to the “bird” thread, occasionally when I perform this song live, I sub “little jazz bird” for “nightingale” or “bluebird” coming out of the bridge as a reference to this Gershwin tune from the 1924 musical Lady, Be Good (the first Gershwin broadway collaboration(!), which also starred Fred and Adele astaire as the show’s brother-sister dance-team leads):
I Know It Now
Session Worksheet
Without You
In the scope of our story, I Know It Now is something like my version of Without You in My Fair Lady.
And, of course, for good measure, here’s Julie Andrews singing it from the original broadway cast recording:
And, if you are feeling that bourbon and want to delve back into the sad side of a change like this, here’s a little phone-recording I made a few years ago of one of my favorite Rogers and Hart songs (this one from 1940), It Never Entered My Mind:
DAY 6 COMPLETE!
What did you think of Day 6?
Have you had any similar experiences?
Did you like the supplemental resources and backstory for the primary song?
Is there anything you wish I would have covered?
Please come by today’s live event to give me feedback or ask me any questions!
