THE
ECHO OF THE ECHO THE
STORY
I feel the echo of the echo of your touch
It
isn't much
I feel the faintest of faint traces on my face
Then
that's erased
You take
your distance
My memory
takes mine
At least
for now
that's how
it
revives
me
fading the echo of the echo of your kind
gaze
the faintest of faint traces of your mild
face
Also
your low-level
irritation
sometimes
persistent
and your
sulky withdrawal
are dimmed
by distance
I know deep
inside
somewhere
they're there
memories
full and strong
but they
don't belong
right here,
right now with me
I
could care
too
much
So just briefly I may feel
the echo
of the echo
the faintest
of the faintest
fading
distant
not insistent
barely existent
just the faintest of faint
echoes
of the echoes
of what once was
some
frustration
but
much
vivid
daily
loving
Elsa
June 15, 1994
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copyright © 2007 - Elsa Schieder - words and vocals, all rights reserved
copyright © 2007 - Michel Robidoux, music, guitar, all rights reserved
sound production - Ron Montanaro
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This is an early piece. Like many of the pieces, the first lines
hold the essence - I feel the echo of the echo of your touch,
it isn't much. And like many, it's long been without a home.
I chose it as one of 3 pieces for a demo tape done in an attempt
to get a grant. I remember how jam-packed the days were -
I was putting together applications for 3 grants for 3
different projects - and the long drive to Michel Robidoux's home.
(Also with Michel Robidoux, It's Taboo and Don't Waste My Time.)
There's always more to the story. Someone made the connection
to Michel, and also did the recording and the mix. It's been years.
I remember he chain smoked. And digging through my old
falling-to-pieces address book, I come to his name:
Ron Montanaro. And that brings me to Cindy Blackburn,
who connected me with Ron. A long trail.
A trail that could have ended with the tape gathering dust
until it somehow was thrown out.
Instead it's part of my slowly putting things together.
****
In the original recording with Michel Robidoux, the 3 pieces
together told a story - something I've always liked, telling a story
by stringing word pieces together. Now the story part
has been cut, and the piece once again stands alone.
But I plan to have it, once more, be part of a story.
Which story? That I don't know yet.
Where? That I know. On Zee's Cafe Cafe,
or some variant of that - podcast, webcast, videocast.
Elsa
October 8, 2007
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A dozen
years ago,
I began to wake up
with word pieces -
words music, spoken word, songs -
in my head.
Escape velocity.
Echo of the echo.
Tank almost empty.
Can't cross the gap.
Welcome into my world.
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March 2 , 2008
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