There is a Piano Vocal Chord Book,
“Only What We Need, The Songs of Peter Dizozza”
Take it home and enjoy at your parlor
piano at your leisure, after dinner, or in this case after dinner and
a show. It's dinner theater.
Life goes on while I write songs.
I confront issues with success, with
failure,
Revealing my character, and its flaws.
How bad can be the portrait that I
paint of myself?
This can be one of many nights.
Tonight we share the Fast and Upbeat
songs.
THE 1960s... I barely get a few songs
in this decade...
1. A Day (Guitar), anticipating the
future in 1969
Other early songs include A Christmas
Carol called That's What It's All About. Monica's Yuletides sang it
at the Forest Hills Station Square Christmas Eve Celebration. That
may be my first song.
I came from a time when the songwriter
was glorified. Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley didn't write their
songs, the Beatles and their friends did.
It's weird now to discover so much of
pop songs were played by the same band of musicians, the wrecking
crew, but we didn't care about those songs. We only cared about the
bands that ostensibly did play their instruments. The Beatles
really did, and they played independently together. It's a chamber
ensemble. I felt close to them although all I had of them were their
albums. Their movies bought them that much closer to me.
Also in the 1960's Burt Bacharach
explored radical harmonic progressions, perhaps arising from James
Bond Secret Agent music. Radical chord changes. Bacharach enhanced
that with asymmetrical rhythm, creating surprise and new momentum.
Pop music became asymmetrical. The patterns became hit making.
EXAMPLES?
Recovering an Opera, dated from the
possibility of writing one.
When did Tommy write The Who, or rather
when did The Who write Tommy? It was 1969
Before I heard Abbot and Costello ask
Who's on First, my friend Frankie, who was older than me, looked like
George Harrison, and played guitar, told me about a band with an
un-pronouncable name one day just gave up on it to become The Who,
and they wrote a rock opera where they
destroyed their instruments at the end..
In hushed tones, my mother's cousin,
Joy, told me about people undressing onstage in Hair. Then we
listened to the soundtrack.
I was frustrated by what I was hearing.
When I heard something I liked I couldn't find it again and when I
heard other things I wanted to improve them. I definitely wanted to
write the dialogue for the movies, because they didn't say what I was
thinking. Like the girl Mathilda, on Broadway, I wanted to write my
own story.
Combining rock intensity/aggression
with symphonic fidelity became my preferred approach.
I searched for the illusive song that I
heard on WNEW FM.
Radio began playing album tracks,
instead of just the hits.
Lyric: I can't seem to get away, I
can't seem to know
but somebody up there must not want me
to go.
Important lyric:
Say I've Done It with the Help of No
One
and the thought of that makes it even
more fun,
to think that I have done it alone,
well that is something new.
Oh yeah that is something new.
Because the reality was I was doing
very little for myself. Even today I am happy to defer to others,
but if no one is going to do it or knows what to do then I'll do it,
and that's how I approach songwriting, which is to say, I supply
what's missing in music, an ambitious aim.
Oh let me get away from here, you don't
know what I've been through.
Oh let me get away from here, I don't
know just what to do.
Hey hold on, Hey Hold on. I don't know
why you're all so hung up.
Hey hold on, hey hold on. I don't know
jus what to say.
So let me go. Oh please just let me
go....
The search for the elusive song played
once on FM radio became a driving factor in my writing songs.
However, other sound became mine. The
song should go where no song has gone before.