Summer; summertime when we were young; so many memories; mostly care free. First romances. Friends. Exciting times. For me The Jersey Shore, New York’s Greenwich Village were significant. Running away from home immersed in an artistic time I call my “Paris Experience”; love and lovers; great opportunities lost and gained. All this before realities: Army, danger in decadence, vulnerabilities . . .
Hidden contaminated land and unfortunate home buyers. You may be too young to remember the infamous “Love Canal” polluted land debacle (see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Canal ) but it and similar stories inspired my song “Livin’ on a Landfill”. Here in New Jersey there are many stories of contaminated land some known some rumored. I do know some were identified as :Superfund Clean up Sites. (see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Superfund_sites ). This song is about an undisclosed contaminated fictional housing development.
During the American Revolutionary War ships maned by “Privateers” or “Pirates” which applied was based on which side your point of view was. An English Privateer was a Pirate to the American side and an American Privateer was a Pirate to the British side.
The hottest time of year evokes memories of tropical nights along the Mediterranean Sea on the Costa Brava in Spain.; so romantic so magical. Looking down from a cliff top cafe sipping gin and coke with good friends and a lover. Could be there or Baja California, Hawaii or an island in the Caribbean.
This is a song that has morphed through the years: from one guitar and a simple vocal I sang in New York City (Greenwich Village) to this more elaborate version . . . still it is a simple love song at heart. “My Loves Face”.
With The Fourth of July one week away here is the legend of Molly Pitcher. Some research indicates she was a real person who served during the American Revolutionary war, others say it is a myth and still others claim the story is of a composite character. In any case as a young boy living in New Jersey my Uncle Ben (RIP) took me for a ride to the Monmouth Battle Field; he showed me a stone walled well there that he said was Molly’s source of water. Later I found out that was a well monument and not an actual well. More about the battle field park here:
It is beyond Memorial Day weekend and droves of people will be coming down to the Jersey Shore to sunbath, swim, use their boats, go fishing and go crabbing among other shore activities. Years ago my family would gather once or twice during the summer and travel in a small caravan to Barnegat Bay in New Jersey for a day of crabbing for Blue Claw Crabs this song is the story.
Time to go Crabbing: Song Crabbing on the Barnegat Bay
Hardly a songwriter cannot allow too much time to pass without having a nostalgic day; a romantic mood; relishing a fond memory. The warm Arizona nights triggered the mood that contributed to a project “Tropical Nights” when I visited several years back. Still evokes sweet images for me. Maybe the song will trigger some emotions in you as well.