Song for sale on Bandcamp.
Song for sale on Bandcamp.
This is Connie Converse.
Like Photographer,Vivian Maier, she was discovered well after the point. Connie was re-found in 2009 in a pile of filed recordings.
I’ve been a little obsessed with her.
It must have been a difficult time (50’s) for an intelligent creative woman to seek a career in music as a singer songwriter. Her story touches me deeply as do her songs full of sadness and sunsets of what could’ve been. Her melodies are sometimes complex and her lyrics, sometimes really funny. She took off in her VW when she was 50. Yep. Connie would be 91 if she was alive today, however, her brother now deceased believes she drove into a lake or a river somewhere. I wonder why he thinks that. He never saw her again. She left letters for everyone though they weren’t suicide letters.
What touches me is the shyness of these women’s art practice. Not bold, not able to be heard or seen, and so, forgotten. I don’t believe Vivian wanted to be found but Connie did and then gave up. I feel the weight of the moment she gave up as I stare out the window at the Tarago. I really love them both.
An article from the BBC Connie
Her album of songs Connie Converse
I would like to gather my favourite singers and do a concert of her songs. Should I?
Darcy and Magnolia are Sleeping.
Darcy and Magnolia are now 17 nearly 18 and 16. This year Darcy is doing his H.S.C and Magnolia is doing Yr 11 but she’s also doing H.S.C Drama Accelerated.
I can’t believe I wrote this song when Indigo was 8, Darcy 2 and Magnolia 1yr old. I found myself back in my hometown of Newcastle. I was parenting 3 kids and I’d gone back to Uni to try and finish a Bachelor of Music in Composition and I was working leading choirs in schools and in the community. It was hard yards and motherhood was mind numbing. I wanted to write something that expressed the strange space you inhabit where sleepless nights and nappies and, and, and…you know what I mean.
There’s a baby crying right now across the road. They seem to leave it cry and my overwhelming urge is to take it in my arms and rock it to sleep. It cries all through the night and day and I can sense the exhaustion the parents feel. There is nothing more interrupting than your first child. Often why people only have one I expect.
This song, with its friends from the same phantom unfinished CD shall one day be released but for now I weep a little at how my babes have grown. That’s what Ive been doing. Growing them up. Still going. A tense year ahead and no song to describe this journey. When I wonder at my lack of career, I have to remember, this is what I’ve been doing.
One night I was having dinner with my friend Caroline and Luka Bloom and his manager. He asked, “why haven’t you “made” it. Or something to that affect.
I said, “I don’t know but I have 3 kids”.
He said, “That would take up some considerable time”.
As my mother said, “It never stops”!