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singer songwriter acoustic beatles music florida new york love songs writer college performer larry whitler robin macblane
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I am a solo singer/songwriter. My music is mostly soft although my songs could easily be performed in mostly any style.
For me, it's all about the song. That mysteriously magical thing that happens when a lyric is married to a melody. The writing process is invigorating and exciting while simultaneously being exasperating and difficult. It is that moment when music is being composed and a lyric is being written when I am truly the "artist at his easel." The creative process continues when the song is brought into the studio to be recorded because, as in writing, the production and arrangement processes also have their own sets of challenges. Those challenges are always dictated by the song itself and the task at hand at that moment is to be true to the song and carefully craft a recording that reflects what the song is about. Part three, for me, is to then take that song and perform it. It is the purest form of displaying this work of art called a song and is the only place where the magic of the creation is reflected back to me from a room full of interested listeners. And at that moment it is only as magical as the audience makes me believe it is. My CDs are all available on CDBaby.com.
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Pop Indie Pop
Author
words and music by Larry Whitler
Rights
1994 Larry Whitler
Uploaded
January 06, 2006
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MP3 5.4 MB 192 kbps 3:57
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We all learn to love And we all learn to give And we all learn that everything changes And we learned to pass the time As the seasons drifted by And we learned how to fill empty pages There’s a farmer in the morning And he’s tending to his field The sun is on his mind And the mud is on his wheels Rain rain come again another day Rain rain find a place to stay There’s a barber in my neighborhood A friendly old man He’s telling me a tale And I’m looking at his hands Talk talk all the while I’m in your chair Talk talk until you cut my hair We all learn to love And we all learn to give And we all learn that everything changes And we learned to pass the time As the seasons drifted by And we learned how to fill empty pages There’s an echo in the canyon And it’s speaking to my soul A language I don’t know But the voice is rather low Send me Spring again I hear you clear Send me my favorite time of year We all learn to love And we all learn to give And we all learn that everything changes And we learned to pass the time As the seasons drifted by And we learned how to fill empty pages There’s a farmer in the morning And he’s tending to his field The sun is on his mind And the mud is on his wheels Rain rain come again another day Rain rain find a place to stay We all learn to love And we all learn to give And we all learn that everything changes And we learned to pass the time As the seasons drifted by And we learned how to fill empty pages
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