Melanie Bell

Author, Writer, Editor


Leave a comment

…And Here’s How the Songwriting Retreat Went!

I’m back from my songwriting retreat in the Peak District, where I spent a week in a converted barn in the countryside with a group of musicians and our facilitator, Murray Webster, who arranged daily activities and masterminded the whole thing.

There was a lot of talent in that one living space! Guitar chords rang out, piano melodies took shape, and voices harmonized. We had an eclectic mix of genres, instruments, and areas of expertise as well as experience levels. 

Each morning, we were given a brief to work on for the day, with a short introduction to the theory behind it. These mostly took collaborative forms. One day, each of us wrote a title, lyrics to someone else’s title, and music for someone else’s lyrics. Another day, we worked in trios to create a minor key tune. 

We performed our pieces in the late afternoon and had songshares in the evenings, going around the circle and performing songs we’d written. We cooked and cleaned together, took country walks, nighttime walks to a pond full of toads, and outings to nearby villages. 

The saddest part of the retreat was when one participant had to leave on the first day due to a pet’s death. She was a harpist and had brought a stunning instrument with her, only to pack it up and drive back to Glasgow in her malfunctioning truck.

While not perfect, on the whole, the group was surprisingly harmonious – kind of like our tunes. It helped that we all wanted to be there. 

I wrote a lot and got some useful pointers on my rudimentary guitar playing. I also decided to let go of a project I’d been certain I would do for the past few years. At least in the iteration I had in mind, it was no longer the right thing at the right time. 

I’m now collaborating on some songs with one of the other participants. And I found a second-hand alto saxophone in a local shop, a beautiful instrument with a black body and flower design. It’s an instrument I used to play but had never owned. Stay tuned – it may show up on a track at some point!   

In other news, the draft recording of my short radio drama is done, featuring original music and an eclectic mix of accents, and one of my short stories was accepted for an illustrated folklore anthology coming out in the autumn. I can’t wait to share both of these with you!


Leave a comment

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?