Guessing

Guess who went to Bryant Park after work today.
Guess who just missed the rain to listen to Meg Hutchinson perform.
Guess who stayed afterward to participate in a discussion with Meg. With three other fans.
Guess who was shocked that only three people stuck around.
Guess who described her first ever gig at a dive bar at Thursday dart-nights.
Guess who sat a foot away from Meg while she discussed her songwriting process.
Guess who asked Meg where her melodies come in her songwriting process.
Guess who heard Meg say that the music comes early on with the lyrics.
Guess who told Meg, with hand gestures and everything, that she couldn’t imagine separating the lyrics from her music, because they’re so well-meshed.
Guess whom Meg thanked and told that was a good thing to know.
Guess who asked Meg when she knew that songwriting was something she’d be passionate about. 
Guess who described how she inherited her grandmother’s guitar and wrote a song for a junior-high talent show and after performing left the stage in tears having realized that songwriting would be her career.
Guess who talked about the importance of choosing your record company and teammates carefully, because this is your career; this is your life.
Guess who asked Meg if she has whole songs she’s discarded or thrown away.
Guess what Meg said. Guess who said she has a song junkyard of discarded songs, and she’d revisit pieces of old songs and sometimes create new songs from them. Guess who said only about a third of her songs don’t make it to the junkyard.
Guess who said her writing all starts with capturing images, like a photographer, just getting out and seeing the world, working through the challenge of describing it. Guess who advised the songwriters of the group to write what’s true and honest and creative and not to hold back. 
We were introduced to Meg as two songwriters, a music therapist, and an observer/appreciator. By the end of the discussion, guess whom Meg guessed as the music therapist. Hee.
Guess who was a mini-crush on the coordinator of the Wednesday New Song Series at Bryant Park. All because it was starting to rain again, and he had to help load the van, and he came around to say goodbye to the four of us and Meg, and I turned my head to look at him and wave, because he was kind of passing behind me, and he placed his hand on my back and walked away. Then we got married.
Guess who had an amazing time picking Meg’s brain.
Guess who wishes she had more time to talk with her.
Guess who’s still on a high from that experience.
Guess who’s going to show up at Bryant Park after work next Wednesday. Because she needs to see her husband.

Before heading to work

There’s a folk group called The Wailin’ Jennys whose sound I quite like. Very simple, flowing melodies and strong harmonies. I really like their lyrics, too. I’ve only heard one of their songs all the way through, and it’s on a CD I got for free when Meg Hutchinson performed at The Living Room a couple of months ago. Not all of the lines apply to me, but I definitely connect to the song’s voice, much in the same way I did with Meg’s “Coming Up.” I don’t know the rule about the number of personal anthems one can have, but the theme of my life right now seems consistent at least, which is probably why this song appeals to me.

The Things That You Know

It’s been a long time since you saw your home
Even those you call the closest
Have slipped away somehow
Feels like a lifetime you’ve been on the road
With so many miles behind you
You’d think you’d have left this world by now

You’ve seen more than they could ever know
No matter what they say
You’ve earned the right to be so bold
But this life it takes its toll on you
Every face around you looks so tired and so old

And you have not seen everything
You have not seen everything

But there are things that you know
Things that you know
From where you’ve had to go
Where you’ve had to go
Maybe soon you’ll find a place
To call your own
To call your home

You’ve walked a good mile in your brother’s shoes
‘Til your legs could walk no further
And your tired soles would burn
You know there’s peace somewhere around the bend
It’s been a long time coming
And you’re ready for your turn

And you have not seen everything
You have not seen everything

But there are things that you know
Things that you know
From where you’ve had to go
Where you’ve had to go
Maybe soon you’ll find a place
To call your own
To call your home