Elliott Park

She Is

Elliott Park — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 16:31:42 +0000

Sometimes I enjoy going back and hearing the metamorphosis from the first moment of inspiration to the final product. This is called “She Is”. One of my favorites.

She Is

Fortune

Elliott Park — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 19:50:52 +0000

Got this fortune at a Chinese restaurant Friday night. Nobody bother me today. Don’t call me. Don’t email me. Nothing. I’m advancing socially without any special effort.

Who Needs A Wii?

Elliott Park — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 17:49:54 +0000

Today, my son built skis. I am so proud of him. They didn’t work very well but still, I am validated. Validated for the “abuse” I have inflicted on my children. Validated for not giving in to every last gaming device known to man. Repaid in full for the countless hours of Saturday nagging and after-school complaints of “nothing to do”. Oh sweet boredom, you have gotten a bad rap in recent history. But without you Edison would have been content with a flame, Columbus with his backyard pond, and Galileo with the Earth being the center of the Universe.

Today my son built skis. That’s all. Just scraps of wood, pieces of tin, and old shoes. Did they work? Not quite. But they were beautiful to his Mommy and Daddy. We are very proud.

The Sour Note

Elliott Park — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:33:13 +0000

I don’t think I could ever improve on this rough…

The Sour Note

Mystery Artist

Elliott Park — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 22:02:20 +0000

Here’s a rough from about three years ago. Whoever can identify this guy first will win a free cd. (When I’m finished with it)

Hint: He’s won numerous dove awards and the title of his first album was an emotion.

To the mystery artist in case you look at this… I hope you don’t get mad at me. Email me if you don’t want to be this week’s mystery artist.

Secret CoWrite

Your Smile

Elliott Park — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 17:59:41 +0000

Thanks God. Thanks for smiling on me. Thanks for taking a little song I wrote six years ago in a rent house in Clyde, Texas, all the way to national television. Will I ever understand your perfect ways? You never rush. You wait patiently – through my tears and frustration and impatient outbursts, sitting through the prosecutor’s evidence that you haven’t fulfilled your end of the deal. All the while with a pleasant smile, hands folded on your knee.

Then, when the time is just right – when a nation is buried in cold snow and winter gloom, you take a song, blow the dust off, and cast it out like seed in the Spring.

So thank you God. Help us all to see the Sun tracing the line of your smile each day – from horizon to horizon.

Elliott

The Moon’s On Fire

Elliott Park — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:38:40 +0000

Having a rough Monday? Well maybe this will brighten your day. Here’s your chance to peek into a songwriter’s journal. Every Monday I’ll post a “rough” from my catalog of rough ideas. Most of these are grainy, hissy, horrible tape recordings from my trusty little cassette recorder. You have no idea how hard this is for me. I’m a perfectionist with my music, but even I admit there is a certain raw charm and honesty in these roughs. Well, sometimes it’s charming. Sometimes it’s downright embarrassing. Feel free to poke fun, tease, or comment to your hearts desire. I can take it.

This first one is a little song that I made up for my kids. I have no idea why “it would be alright with me” that the moon’s on fire. But hey, it’s a kid’s song.

The Moon’s On Fire