Steve's videos and music
Watch "We Can Work it Out" the video
Little Boy Blue(s)? It is a poem that captures a relationship between father and son. It was written almost 2 years ago for Steve as I just sat back and listened one day as he shared his memories of fatherhood with me. As I have continued to listen, watch, and grow to care deeply about this man and his life as a father, I have learned much. Through music, my understanding of him has grown.
This summer I have had the opportunity to get to know Steven even more. Watching him as he attempts to regain relationships damaged by the past has given me an insight into the world of "man" in a way that I believe will forever change me. I am learning quickly through him and from him. But, this is not about me, but about Steve, and the making of a song.
If we were to ever be named after a favorite song, I seriously think the song that Steve and his son Michael are performing as you listen, while reading says it best. "We Can Work it Out." A classic Beatles tune is covered by Steve and his son Michael (a budding musical genius in his own right). Michael and Steven set out one day to sing, play and record this classic. Before the day was done, they did it. As I listened to their musical talents fill the room, I heard a sense of pain in the tune, the words, the spirit of the song. Were they each in their own way telling the other, "hang in there...it will all be okay?" I am not sure, but I did listen, and I did hear, the hearts of a man and a boy, (soon to be man) and music.
How wonderful, for a father to be able to teach, share, make possible another's musical dreams and talents. If it is true that music transcends the womb, then truly Steve's music transcended. Some fathers pass the tools of the trade, on this fine day, the music was shared, and someday the baton will be passed.
Music is Steve's life, even as he tries to pretend it is a side-thing at times, it is who he is. Learning piano as a young boy, then trumpet, and then guitar, he is gifted. Taking his gift of memory and setting it to string and keys is a beautiful sight to be hold. I often stand in awe as he just does.
It is my hope that Steven will share more of his music with the world, as he is music, and music is deep within his heart.
We look forward at the Diner to Steve and hopefully Michael, just dropping in on us time and time again to soothe us with music, always remembering where there is a will, then, "we can work it out..."
little boy blue(s)
singin' like da' daddy
little nose a wrinkled
joinin’ in a song,
wonderin' where it leads you
is it home we’re goin’?
reachin' after chords,
you stop em'
cuz you care
record, catch, and memorize
little boy blues,
you hum a few,
you show em',
you love em'
big brown eyes, gazin' wonderin'
high from trees,
start em' out right, kiss em'
sweet goodnight, rice and egg
you feed em',
you sing em'
off to sleep,
with little boy blues
and pass the baton...
We can work it out
Born of local BBS's, toddler of GEnie, adolescent of USENET, adult of
The Intarweb: I'm an ancient of says, a poster of the moster, the
mustard of mean, mister. Before MySpace was, I am. Yawn. Mostly Linux,
yet long-suffering in the throes of Doze. Trust me, the more online
changes, the more it stays the lame. It's been said if not flamed
before, merely buried in alta vistas you couldn't dream of in your
deepest, darkest deja news moments.
Yet here I am what I am, again, wondering if this medium can be other
than just words whose meaning you are.
Whisper words of pixel, let us see.