About the song ‘Home’ – a conversation with Tina Ross

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Guest post by debora Ewing originally posted at debnation.com January 20, 2022

I was looking for a poet, namely Poet Lariat Charles John Quarto.

Any emails sent through CJQ’s website, though, are answered by Steve Gillette, Charles John’s writing partner of many years. SG suggested I call or write to Charles. Then he told me about his own website: About the Song. I found so much good there. A year later, when I saw SG’s picture on a wall at The Birchmere, I wrote to him again and said,

“Looky what I found.”

We’re both fans of Carl Jung, for starters, if fan is the right word. As conversation unfolded, I gave SG a breakdown of why I think Wichita Lineman is a love song about processing grief. He directed me to a TedTalk by Daniel Sherrill which explored why, perhaps, people don’t connect emotionally with the concept of climate change. We thought a love song to climate change would be a good idea.

I connected with Tina Ross near the beginning of 2020, the year we’re still in (by my count it is now 2020.2.) We Belong to the DanFam™, a group that’s coalesced around prolific songwriter and voice actor Dan Navarro as he played from his living-room for something like 238 days under pandemic lockdown. Tina’s played Cantina Navarro, an annual hotspot during Folk Alliance International, even when it’s virtual. She’s played events alongside names like Severin Browne. Her music has depth and pith. Or pith and depth. But my favorite thing about Tina is that she’s a huge fan of my work. We fangirl each other.

Several emails into the conversation with Gillette, I messaged Tina:

Deb: Do you know who Steve Gillette is?

Tina: Of course. I have his book.

Deb: I seem to be writing a song with him…

When Tina heard ‘Home’, the song written by Stephen Gillette and myself, she asked to cover it.

Tina and had the following conversation via Facebook messenger:

Deb: Tina. He’s still tweaking the song! Steve ****ing Gillette! So it doesn’t matter what the medium, we never outgrow this tendency.

Tina Ross: It’s so hard to know when a song is done.  The recording sounds nice!

Deb: it’s been a lot of learning for me.

Tina Ross: That’s the best part!

Deb: Yeah it is. I got to observe the whole process from someone who’s been doing this since I was born (1965.)

Tina Ross: He is a gem!  So well respected and a songwriter’s songwriter!

Deb: I really look forward to meeting him and Cindy in person. The piano is her.

Tina Ross: So did you write all the lyrics?  Tell me what the breakdown was.

Deb: It was a process of evolving conversation, such that I barely realized it happened. The first verse is very blended – I can say that “shock and awe has faded to gray” started with me. The concept “what will we do when we can’t come home” is mine. He seemed married to the rest of the chorus from the outset.  I didn’t like it much at first and kept trying to change it! He would try some of my ideas, but always revert back to this. (editor’s note: he was right. I very much approve.)

HEY IS THIS AN INTERVIEW?

Tina Ross: Sometimes one person writes the lyrics and one music. But it sounds like it was a collaboration.

Deb: Very much so. The 2nd verse is all him. I had 2 other verses lined up; my 2nd was a young woman with 2 babies…

Tina Ross: Use that for another song. Nothing is ever a waste.

Deb: …and that was the point at which Steve Gillette told me that we may well be writing 2. I think we have 3. He said he and Charles John often found they were writing two songs. But he found inspiration, and emailed me a little of it. He was thinking a lot about endangered species and tangible effects of climate change. I had a few ideas there – like flowers blooming out of season – but the story of the Clarion Wren was very strong with SG.

I had suggestions on moving the words around because the rhyming pattern was completely different (from the first verse) and that irked me, but he found an excellent compromise. There’s a lot of play with near-rhyming and internal rhyme that we discussed, so I’d say I offered only contention to the 2nd verse, which is often helpful in creating. With my other collaborations I have supplied lyrics and left it to the singer to change what they wanted to change. Melinda (@sciencegeekmel) discussed changes with me, to make sure we were keeping to my original intent (referencing Big Love, my first collaboration.)

Tina Ross: Every moment matters. What you say leads to someone else’s ideas.

Deb: EXACTLY. Just existing matters. You may not be familiar with Cambridge mathematicians Hardy and Littlewood. They published several papers together, and they had 4 axioms they followed to do so. I have the axioms posted on my wall because I love them so much. Remember – these guys were using actual mail.

Tina Ross: I will look for that

Deb (obliviously transcribing what’s on the wall):
1. it didn’t matter whether what they wrote to each other was right or wrong.

2. there was no obligation to reply, or even to read, any letter <—-this is the important one, because just having a focus for your thoughts shapes them even if the other person never hears them. I have a song I’m working on about that: Unsent Letters.

Tina Ross: Yes, yes, yes and yes!  YES. I LOVE THAT.

Deb (continuing obliviously):
3. they should not try to think about the same things.

4. to avoid any quarrels, all papers would be under joint name, regardless of whether one of them had contributed nothing to the work.

Tina Ross: This is co-writing, and life, in a nutshell! Or any collab.

Deb: YES totally. Melly and I use each other like notebooks. We use WhatsApp, and sometimes I just go “notebook” and she knows she doesn’t have to understand whatever. She’s nuts, man. She writes whole books on her phone. One is going to be published by Ellipsis, a small press based in London.

Tina: Great!! And she wrote it on her phone?

Deb: I may be exaggerating, but only slightly. Like today, she sent me an email with the subject line “I had ten minutes to myself” and it’s a chapter to her new book.

Yep. this is an interview. I want to use it on my blog, if that’s okay. That means I want to ask YOU questions: what struck you immediately about this song we call Home?

Tina Ross: Ok from memory: The gestalt of it!  So first the feel of the words fitting well with music and the sound of it. The first line set a scene that I saw. Then when the woman came in I was intrigued. And the concept or question of having gone too far is compelling. Then lots of other points in the song pulled me in.

Deb: ooooh, you said Gestalt – one of my favorite things! I can’t remember if I told you our original idea was to write a love song that helped people connect with climate change.

Tina Ross: Well, a song is a great way to connect someone emotionally with any topic!!

Deb: Yes. We humans will fall for it every time!

Tina Ross: I’m gonna go time my set for Friday night’s Troubadour concert. Great talking with you.

Deb: Since we’re here, what was your biggest fangirly moment to date, as far as playing with or next to or on the same bill as someone?

Tina Ross: Well Bonnie Raitt once gave me a shoutout during a concert. Does that count?

Deb: GTFOH!! Yes!

Please see Tina Ross – Troubadour Online performing tomorrow night, Friday, January 21, 2022 on Facebook here: The Folk Project (New Jersey)

You can catch Tina live any Sunday on Facebook here: Tina Ross Music   I highly recommend subscribing to her YouTube channel, where you can hear Artemisia whenever you like. It’s gorgeous. You’ll be back.

 You can’t hear ‘Home’ yet, though…we seem to still be working on it. Please start where I did, at About the Song, or where Tina did, with Songwriting and the Creative Process by Steve Gillette. It’s not just about songwriting, unless you consider that songwriting is about everything.

I would be remiss if I didn’t suggest you look for some #livemusicdelivered near you at www.dannavarro.com. Next thing you know, you’ll be in a 678-person big ol’ love-hug with @dannavarro and the rest of us. 

Meeting the Cosmos – Peter Kidd, face to face

Guest post from #…uncoffeed

By débora Ewing  2018

Meeting The Cosmos

I’ve lived in Texas twice: once in San Antonio, and once in what we call Deep East Texas. That’s part one of this story.

Part two started in 1997 on AOL. There I met my poet-guru, Peter Kidd, who gives away guy-secrets for free, and also Linda,who made magic out of my attempts at poetry. She squeezed my hand through the ether when life got weird, and reminded me how we’ll survive it.

The story of Pete and Linda in Canyon,TX, has been trickling out of me for weeks now. I’m struggling with these frays, looking for a common thread that runs from beginning to end. The problem is that I can only tell my story, not theirs.  There are so many solar systems in the cosmos tha…

…there isn’t enough space in this margin, but I have seen the proof.

They’ve always been a part of me – I call Linda my Poetry Coach because she could work magic with my words when she saw something in them. Peter is my Guru. He is thousands of years older than I am and gives away all the secrets for free. Somewhere during my travels, when I was away from the ether, they found they couldn’t exist apart from each other. When Pete leans in to hear what his girl just said to him, he grabs her ass.

Texas women are matriarchal by necessity, he says. I get that. Linda’s been in the role of coach, friend, sister, mother to me over the years, giving out biscuits of wisdom the way my great-grandmother used to do. My Gon-Gon was my introduction to poetry: those buttery Southern phrases had to be translated in my mind fast enough to respond appropriately. And there isn’t anything more poetic than chow-chow, deep-south relish of the gods. My mom harbors irritation over Gon-Gon’s claim to some sort of Texas aristocracy; aristocracy might have meant something different in those days after the war and west of the Mississippi.

I think Linda comes from Texas aristocracy, too. She is regal at her kitchen table while she tells Mazzy tall tales of living under a rock.

Over roast chicken we discussed Bill Bland‘s poetry while his music emanated from the neighbor room. We moved on to David Starobin‘s recordings – these are snippets of Pete’s New England history. For a time, Pete and Linda lived in both worlds; if I am remembering, she was sequestered upstairs in New Hampshire while she worked on her book Where Angels Long to Look. She reminisced over trees she could see through the window while she wrote.

I took notes in my sketchbook during dinner conversation. Pete’s given me homework: Black Mountain College, the side-stone in a Japanese garden, so many other things. Linda plays the Oracle for him, or maybe the gardener’s gardener, placing the Sancho seki or the Sawatobi ishi precisely where it’s needed in the conversation. I’ll bet she’s pretty good with a Sekimori ishi, too.

Maz and I came back the next day and toured the grounds in daylight. I met the desert willow – resilient delicate princess. Here’s the locust tree, bare now, chosen by the landscaper to obscure power lines with its foliage in the spring and summer. Here’s the fattest trumpet vine I’ve ever seen; I wonder how old it is. The stone foundation of a decrepit outbuilding is now a garden for agave and other indigenous plants. I pinched a bit of sage from the wizard’s garden and put it in my medicine bag.

Pete took us into the bowels of what currently serves as Igneus Press. Like a T.A.R.D.I.S., the simple shed opened into a magical world for me. Several lifetimes are stacked one against the next, and my storyteller’s mind was overwhelmed with juxtapositions. I took pictures of light and shadows while Maz typed notes on Pete’s monologue into her phone.

“Kemmett used to say for twenty years he always kept a noose in the trunk of his car.” Pete reached out and tugged on a rope hanging from the shed’s ceiling. “Here’s mine.”  A poet’s warning, Sekimori ishi. Maz and I were both gifted with copies of William Kemmett’s Hole in the Heart along with other books from the Igneus catalog.

Pete’s bear-hugs are legendary, he says. They are profound, loving, exploratory, hugs with the mind as well as the arms and heart. As we were leaving for the canyon, I requested another with a caveat:

“I need a real one – because the first two were measurements, like in measuring the depth of the soul!” Pete  chuckled and made a woo-woo motion with his hand toward Maz, but I thought his eyes acknowledged that I’d hit on something.

“I used to think I didn’t want to be with a writer,” he’d mused after dinner as he focused on something invisible just off the table, maybe a scene from a past life. We’ve all lived so many.

“Writers are terrible people,” I quipped, something Dostoevsky wrote in a book I can’t place.

“Now I realize I can only be with a writer; because…” and the rest of his wisdom no longer forms words for me, but remains a bolus of parental advice I’ve swallowed and continue to digest.

It relates to a question unasked for me, or sort of asked: what are the partner-qualifiers for my polymath soul? My daughter’s father thought we could be “like John and Yoko,” but it turned out he meant he’d feign the rock star and I could hold down the fort. Tim was a good match physically, mentally, emotionally, and in life experience; he was also a polymath with a set of interests different from mine. In a way, we were both writers. We settled into separate roles of artist and musician, but we didn’t try to cordon them off. Fences were low and easy to jump over if needs musted.

The one I married had a good camera eye but no creative inclination; I thought mistakenly that this might be a good arrangment, giving my creativity extra space in the household. The thing missing had been respect – for my creativity and my identity as a whole human.

So maybe enlisting another writer-demon is a good idea, or at least one to not categorically avoid. This is interesting.

~ See Photos of our Igneus Press Tour Here ~
Further Reading:

Robert Ketchell’s Blog – Stone Setting in the Japanese Garden
After my thanksgiving dinners, I’ll probably lie around bloated and apply the concepts of various stone settings to in-depth psychology and society. We are patten-extractors, right, Richard?

Black Mountain College – History
I’m sorry I never knew about this sooner, or if someone told me I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention. It’s time again, I think.  Let the poets take charge.

Bridge Records
If you are serious about classical music, please meet these people who are serious about recording classical music. David and Becky Starobin have devoted their lives to protecting and creating the legacy of humanity’s better selves in the form of neo-classical composition.

Igneus Press
Start here – feel history as you get ready for the new revolution. Sophie Kidd will be taking the reins on this family tradition. Let the poets take charge.

Sakuteiki: Visions of the Japanese Garden (Tuttle Classics)
Because I think I’m moving so I don’t want to add more volume to my life, I’m buying this book later. The Sakuteiki, or “Records of Garden Making” was written originally in Japan without illustrations, I believe to preserve the oral history (I may be wrong about this.)  Have some thousand-year-old gardening wisdom.