…to reflect and share.
One day a couple of months ago, quite out of the blue, I started singing part of an old song of mine called “Pavement Ends.”
I located the complete lyrics of the song, undated, on page 170 in Volume 2 of my songwriting journals.
The first draft of the lyrics to “Pavement Ends” appeared on pages 5-7 in the same volume, sitting between one entry dated 9/7/93 and another marked 11/15/93.
Playing the song, however, proved to be a problem.
I (eventually) found my homemade demo recording of the song on the B-side of a 90-minute cassette tape labelled Recent Originals 1994. It was hiding in a very full storage box of cassettes marked “Work Tapes.”
Finally, after going through the odd process of listening to that recording and teaching myself the chords and fingerpicking to a song that I wrote, I’ve been playing and singing “Pavement Ends” quite a bit lately.
This past week, I had the good fortune to be invited to perform at a local art gallery. The “evening session” had been described as “an informal trade-off of talent” done in “round robin” or “songwriter circle” style. The folks who joined the circle that night included another singer/songwriter/guitarist, a trio of Celtic musicians, a poet, a short-story writer and a Jazz vibraphonist.
“Pavement Ends” was my first contribution.
A young man from the audience came up to me after and asked if the song was on my website. “It is not,” I answered.
Now it is.
I hope you enjoy it.
“Pavement Ends” – words & music, guitar & vocals by Eric Sinclair.
I like it Eric…it has a 70’s vibe to it. You have a good voice, Eric. I haven’t posted any of mine yet…I sound too much like Dylan-Petty with a cold.
Thank you very much! So glad you enjoyed my song and my singing.
Approaching a Thanksgiving unlike any other, I stumbled upon this post and felt it should not pass without comment. If this song dates from 1993, I cannot in good conscience claim to have ever heard it live at the Loaf (post 1991, my attendance was limited to holidays and other sporadic visits home), but the voice, the words and the finger picking are so familiar, I am inclined to assert I know it and am happy to hear it today. Many thanks for the song and the many years of instruction.