Today, my colleague Mary Shepherd presented me with the sheet music to the lyrics I showed you the other day. I heard the chords and melody on her music program — it’s simple, yet creates the mood which switches from anxiety to anger to defiance. It’s what it needs to be.
It’s exhilarating to have the final product in my hands. What’s more thrilling is that Mary would like a recording of it if someone ever records it, and we talked about sorting out royalties with a lawyer if it sells. It’s pie in the sky, I know, to think it will make any money or get more than a limited audience, if any. But I want to hear it sung. I want to make it happen.
Does anyone want to talk to me about singing it?
Words Like Me 