Melanie Bell

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Off I Go to a Songwriting Retreat…

In September 2021, I took a songwriting course with London Songwriters. Later this month, I’ll be joining facilitator Murray Webster and other songwriters for a retreat in the Peak District.

I’ve enjoyed making up songs since childhood, though not with the same intensity as I’ve pursued other types of writing. I look forward to making new connections, building skills, and enjoying some time in the countryside.

During my university days, I wrote a song I was quite proud of, inspired by Neil Postman’s book Technopoly. I’d like to think I’ve learned a few things since then, but the theme of technology and the value of the human experience (emotions, relationships) remains relevant. I’m sharing it below, with guitar chords (they remain the same across verses unless indicated otherwise), in anticipation of writing new music soon. Enjoy!

The Technopoly Song

Dmin C
Forward turns the lever
G
Onward grinds the mill
Dmin C
And this earth we stand on
G
Follows where they will
A Emin
Jehovah’s chained by numbers
A Emin
That practice to deceive
A Emin
In this world of aimless masters
A Emin
Tell me, what can we believe?

Chorus:

Bmin F#min
They say all roads will lead to Rome
Emin D (A)
Where is the path that guides us home?
Bmin F#min
Industryscapes where even love is mechanized
Emin D (A)
Is there a battle burning there behind your eyes?
Bmin F#min Emin
You take a step, beat steadying calls on certain drum
Emin F#min Bmin
Sing, will the sunrise in the city ever come?

We’ve been searching for our bearings
While money paves the street
Living as automatons
With strings pulled at our feet
We’ve harvested the oil wells
We’ve ravaged all the wood
Built a kingdom up of skyscrapers
Just because we could

Chorus

Our legends have no heroes
Disaster’s been foretold
Schumacher held a candle
While the masses mined for gold
But in the bonds of boxes
Searching eyes began to blink
And in the halls of bars and malls
Our souls began to think

Chorus

Take a moment to remember
Surrender your control
Your neighbours have begun to
See, they are growing whole
As we take time to breathe, to listen
Bonds of friendship will grow tall
Regaining what we’ve thought was lost,
Maybe never lost at all.

They say all roads will lead to Rome,
We walk the path that guides us home
Knowing true love never can be mechanized
Can’t you feel the passion blazing in our eyes?
Take up the drumbeat, hand in hand, one by one
Over the city can’t you see the rising sun?

They say all roads will lead to Rome,
We walk the path that guides us home
Knowing true love never can be mechanized
Oh can’t you feel the passion blazing in our eyes?
Take up the drumbeat, hand in hand, come everyone
Emin
Over the city can’t you see
Emin
Over the city can’t you see
City, can’t you see the rising sun?


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September is for Songwriting Class

The pandemic has led a lot of people to take up new creative hobbies. Last November I tried NaNoWriMo for the first time in lockdown. Last month, I took a songwriting class.

Making up songs is something I’ve done off and on, casually throughout my life, but never pursued in earnest. As a kid, I invented theme songs for the stories I acted out with toys. I sent my grandparents a cassette tape of songs about cats that I improvised. (Did my long-suffering relatives appreciate my off-key, feline-chase-scene version of the William Tell Overture? Probably not!) 

In first grade, I wanted to be a composer who wrote musicals when I grew up, before the writing dreams took hold. As a teenager, I had a folder of terrible lyrics stuffed in a drawer. I wasn’t a serious musician and I don’t have a gift for singing, but music has always compelled me. I wrote my first full-length novel about a musical prodigy, and am working with a publisher on it now.   

In lockdown, I had some song ideas again. Then I revisited the music theme in fiction by starting a fantasy novel about a composer, and realized that part of me wanted to turn those songs in my head into real music as badly as my character did. As music re-emerged as a force in my life, I downloaded some composition software called MuseScore, tried to put notes to some past songs, and found a songwriting class. 

The class was run by Murray Webster of London Songwriters, an experienced singer-songwriter and teacher. It lasted a month and sessions met online one evening per week. Murray teaches courses on both lyric and melody. I enrolled in “Write Great Melodies.”  

I’m glad I took that class. It was a small group, and much new (to me) material was presented. The sessions focused on rhythm, melodic notes, chords, and pitch/prosody, with intensive teaching and lots of examples from popular music. So much skill goes into creating something like Katy Perry’s song “Firework,” and it was insightful to learn how the pieces came together and why each one worked the way it did. Each week had listening and composing homework. I learned a lot in a short time and am still unpacking it. 

I appreciated that Murray believed in his students. He encourages everyone to express themselves and comes from the standpoint that everyone can learn and create. I left the class reflecting on the concept of unique voice. Because everyone is different (all the participants had different experience levels and backgrounds when it came to music and lyrics), no one else can write your songs. And maybe someone else will like them. 

We all have might-have-beens and dreams that never came to pass. Some of these aren’t possible in our world. (I’ll likely never fly on a broomstick.) Others might be worth giving a go.   

Since lockdown has eased, I’ve tried a lot of new things this year: horseback riding, kayaking, doing a Workaway, and now the songwriting class. The world seems full of wonder when I think about how much there is to learn and how many possibilities there are for the years ahead. 

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try?