J Street

j str lyron topREading the Who book From Lifehouse to Quadrophenia gave me lots of insights into the creative process, even the difficulties assonant to being the most heralded rock band of your era.  The rock opera success of Tommy drew Pete Townshend into thinking about story arcs for albums- indeed, for accompanying films, concerts, full multi-media productions further in vision than in pragmatic technological possibility.  His weakness, he often said, was plots; he wrote terrific songs, though.  In the case of Quadrophenia, he assembled an arc based on four personality traits symbolizing the Who’s members- this seems to be the weak point in the concept.  But songs?  And a story?  This time, after the nerve-wracking failure to convey Lifehouse, Pete struck gold.

 

I considered, if I had the resources, many times, I would assemble our CAlifornia-penned songs.  The idea of it being a concept album drifted hazily amid these broodings.  With a new creative ally offering help on the horizon, and this book recursively laying out the pitfalls and peaks of making a story run through an entire album, I turned again to the idea of the California era of I.S.  We wrote many, many songs out there, and grew musically, even expanding our singing approach and shooting some cheap videos.  But as we wrote about our personal story there- did we live a story that could be an album?  Maybe even one that might call for what was known formerly as the double-LP, to flesh out the whole tale?

 

Perhaps.

I assembled 18 songs, divided into the Escondido era, the trip there and songs inspired directly by arriving and surviving 3,000 miles from everyone we knew, then the San Diego era, where we also wrote about our romantic philosophy as well as life in the beach-side city.  I went back to a spot early in the SAn Diego transition that hadn’t been detailed- I was working too hard to write so many songs as yet, and still had many from early Escondido times, which also included some politically-inspired content.  Over an hour at the park today, the evening of the morning where I assembled these CA songs and began mulling a project with them, I wrote lyrics that began while driving over to Ridgeferry in the truck.  I was on the phone to The Marc Kane while writing all but the part that will be the bridge or coda.  LYrics are credited to Lue Lyron, my pen name; I am reasonably sure of the chord progression but literally haven’t been home yet to try it!

J Street

I see a part of myself lying on the street

as though I spit it out of the window

The sickness inside these ordered hotel rooms

it’s hard when you’re over the rainbow

Work hard or lie in disability

What does it matter you’re next to the sea?

The rich eat the city, but the breeze still grows

Sandwiches love notes with x’s and o’s

Lucky for you, you by my side

The troubles of others, make me want to hide

we left the nothing we could do with our life

working the J Street with you as my wife

Blind to illusions of security

Fortune and freedom that you seek on the road

Can’t see the sea for their complacency

Systems that force creation’s need to explode

Try to turn over there’s no falling leaf

Mode of success depends on what kind of thief

I’m trying to find my way through this survival

Late nights with you is where I find our revival

Lucky for you, you by my side

The troubles of others, make me want to hide

we left the nothing we could do with our life

working the J Street with you as my wife

The sun’s a year-round friend- so many troubled watch the troubles go by

Businesses pay so much to come and go beneath the California blue sky

Blue line home, or for your silver and gold, to tour the flip side in Tijuana

Pulse of the clubs where you can’t hear a word, East Village scents of marijuana

Or bike to the beach, it’s just in reach, unlike the dreams that hold me day and night

Still I have song, pray it won’t be long, until we’re each feeling all right Lyron 5/11/17

(one more chorus, this time rocking out)

Lucky for you, you by my side

The troubles of others, make me want to hide

we left the nothing we could do with our life

working the J Street with you as my wife

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