Here’s a little gospely number I wrote in the shower the other day. Seems like something that could’ve come out of the Unitarian hymn book, and no surprise there. This song has some of my favorite things in it– playing the piano, lots of fifth intervals, and invented words (“feelya”, “walkya”, “growya”, and “giveya”). I’m not that crazy about the quality of the recording… Still on a search for a good digital recorder, I suppose. This one makes the piano sound muffled, my voice sound unreasonably clear, and is overall too quiet or something. It could just be that I need a good microphone.
Anyway, all technological critiques aside, I’m pretty happy with the song… It sounds to me like a conversation between a person (ok, me) and the universe. Just some happy thoughts passed back and forth, you know, a little small talk, me and the universe.
“Working Hands” recorded at 524 East 18th St., Chattanooga, June 8, 2009:
Working Hands, by Christie Burns