So apparently I’m playing a wedding in New Zealand in February. Sort of….
A few weeks back I received an email from a man named Simon, who lives in New Zealand. He told me a story about how his friend is getting married on February 9th and the couple wanted to walk down the aisle to my version of ‘Galway Girl’ – which is actually a Steve Earle song that I covered a few years ago. He was writing to ask if he could purchase a copy of the song or obtain an mp3 from me to use at the ceremony (full disclosure: I’ve made no money from this cover or demo recording).
This is interesting for a few reasons.
- New Freaking Zealand – that’s cool in and of itself!
- How the hell did Simon from New Zealand hear my version of the song? I’ve never properly put it on an album (since it’s not my tune anyway). The only way they could have heard it was either via a soundcloud upload I did a while back, or if they had stumbled across my music website – again, not easy to find the track.
- The world is pretty small when it comes down to it.
I can answer number 2. He was kind enough to point me to a link to a YouTube video of my song (well, MY version of Steve Earl’s song). The thing is – I didn’t post that video! YouTube user Marie Ježková from who knows where, posted it with a still from the movie PS I Love You-where yet ANOTHER version of the song appears (not mine). At least she gave me credit. It’s funny how a song I appropriated w/out asking was again appropriated without asking. But it’s that sharing and remixing for free that got my cover to be played at a February New Zealand wedding, and I couldn’t be happier.
Message – whenever you can, enable users to share, remix and spread your art. Connections can be made, and good things can happen.
Chocolate kisses. Lovely, daeedcnt smooth chocolate kisses. I am a slave to you. You sit in my closet, hiding. No one knows you’re there. Except me. You were Leftover from a meeting, and I couldn’t just leave you behind. I meant to take you to work with me. But I couldn’t give you up.You’re sitting in a tupperware container, in your plain Jane Hersheyness, so much better than Godiva could ever pretend to be. Dressed in just a silver foil wrapper, you play coy. There are times when I’m impatient to unwrap you, and I want you undressed and ready. Your brother Hershey Bar doesn’t play hard to get. He’s dangerous, because I can just strip him naked in a flash. But before I know it, he’s gone, and I’m left standing there, wanting more, silently cursing him under my breath, wondering why I let myself be seduced by him. I adore you in your little silver wrapper, because you soothe me in small doses. Ones that I can handle and have no regrets over later. It would be better, perhaps, if you were sitting in the candy bowl, so that anyone could have you. But you are my little secret for now. I don’t want you to be found by anyone else. You’ll be gone too fast as it is.