What are the differences between writing spoken word and songwriting ?
A world divides Hippie Tendencies from NoteSpeak-or does it?
I’ve had many people ask me over the years how I write songs; most often where the inspiration comes from. That’s one of the reasons why Marco Cremaschini and I have organised a workshop as part of a cultural retreat in the South of France, where we are artists in residence at Lou Casteou, entitled “How to write an enduring rather than hit song” , you can see a video of the event by following the link. The workshop is geared towards all kinds of writers; those who are experienced, songwriters just starting out and struggling to express themselves as well as those who’ve thought about but never tried writing songs.
Now with my new project NoteSpeak I’ve been asked how it differs from my band Hippie Tendencies and why I’ve made this album.
To address the title question of this blog; I’d say there are several essential differences. One important one being a question of space, rhythm and meter. With a song you can only say so much, you must keep to the melody as well as to the meter. While there are many famously epic ballads, generally speaking songs tend towards the more concise whereas spoken word allows more words to be employed.
Beyond the craft behind constructing a song or a poem, and all which that entails lyrically and musically (that’s another blog entirely!), songwriting is often about making a personal experience universal. If one wishes to reach a broad audience, many folks must be able to see themselves or their ideals reflected in that song allowing them to relate to whatever it is one is chirping on about. In contrast spoken word is a much more direct expressive vehicle. The very nature of the art form is that it is confrontational and holds nothing back.
Inspiration for songs, for poetry is everywhere. The sounds, smells, sights of the weather outside your window, the sound of traffic, the news (especially the news these days!), family, friendships, your reaction to books you’ve read, plays or films you’ve seen, the ideas brought about by viewing a sculpture, a painting… what is happening in your inner landscape. Anything with the power to illuminate. All of it spectacular material with which one might communicate; that one might reshape into singular intimate beauty with one’s own unique vision.
I’ve written for what feels like my entire life. Thoroughly enchanted with words from the time I was a young girl listening to my mother read those mythic Tolkien books (Bilbo Baggins- What a fantastic creature, who filled his speech with turns of phrase such as “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”) and C.S. Lewis and his Chronicles of Narnia. Then graduating to digging my way through my parent’s library and discovering for myself the utter joy of reading authors like Maya Angelou, the magic of Gabriel García Márquez. Sinking into Douglas Adams, Jack Kerouac, Walt Whitman, Beatrice Sparks, Alice Walker, Toni Morrison, Milan Kundera and on and on and on. The list is endless. All those authors taught me, beguiled and comforted, fascinated and intrigued. They showed me the redemptive power of the written word.
Reading was at times a confirmation that whatever I was suffering through in the abusive home I grew up in was not unique to me. That though my situation felt entirely singular, growing up as an adopted black girl in Boulder Colorado; an exceedingly white town, it was in fact not. I learned about others with experiences from which I could learn. I felt less alone and what comfort that brought! I had a clock radio on my nightstand and the songs I listened to served that purpose as well. They also conveniently helped drown out the fights coming from my parents outside of my room and showed me a positive way to transform the negative into light.
I also came early to find performing immensely satisfying, that the love I had for the sublime gorgeousness of language was transferrable. Just as the voices in those books or songs healed me, I found I could affect people from the stage. My home life alongside books and songs allowed me empathy and I had no doubt that we all could use some catharsis. Besides what feels better than seeing someone recognise that same beauty you love?
Hippie Tendencies, the band that I co-founded with Marco 10 years ago is still active and we continue to tour. However I felt the need to more squarely face some subject matter. When Marco came to me with an instrumental wildly different from anything we had hitherto experimented with; the music with its varied elements mixing a modern approach with some classic jazz roots immediately lent itself to a text that could, like jazz, allow room for improvisation with each show. As we developed the melodies and stories further it was exciting to explore the ways that we could join them so that they might be dependent upon each other. That is to say, we didn’t want poems that had some background music we wanted them to be intricately intwined as well as fluid. We feel, and hope that the listener will too, that we’ve achieved this goal.
At the end of the day however whether I’m writing lyrics, spoken word, short stories or blogs, my desires are the same. I am exploring my world and myself. I am seeking to be illuminated and illuminating. I am trying to express what seems to be inexpressible; make sense where there is none. I am straining to capture the ethereal alongside the ephemeral and gift it. I am leaving my “I was here” sign and a “so was she, so was he” sign to boot. I am celebrating. I’m still a little girl enchanted with words.