A poem of gratitude #7.  This one is from a sense of gratitude toward the music that came to life from the Laurel Canyon scene.  I think that though I leaned toward progressive hard rock in my music, my lyrical sensibility was at least deeply influenced by songs like Back Pages  by Bob Dylan as recreated in the Byrds cover and other such moments that had profound effect on my feelings about how a song might best be crafted.  That’s not to say that I ever achieved the equivalent.  Only that I wish that I had. 😉

From the Canyon's Heart
by Michael Romani

It's a Rickenbacker, showstopper
Canyon sunset in reddish copper
As the music wafts across the bay
Gorgeous finger shifts in every way

Who will make tomorrow
Saying goodbye to sorrow
In an echoed canyon melody
Sung along to in three part harmony

Step on up to the microphone
As we make the summers our very own
Santa Monica Mountains elasticity
Pushing aside the Hollywood plasticity

These were joyous times
Filled with speakeasy rhymes
Folk rock strums on an Orpheum lyre
Golden tones borne to soul inspire

Passed on from generation to generation
Waded in waist deep in reverberation
Feelings like these are never really gone
The harmonies come around to play on and on

(c) November 7, 2019  Michael Romani
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