Series 1, Episode 39: You and I

This episode is entitled

You And I

Not all love stories have happy endings. Sometimes, no matter how hard both parties try, it was just not meant to be. This is an uncharacteristically short (just 15 minutes) podcast whose purpose is to introduce a new song written and performed by Peter Link. It's a love song with an unexpected ending. It's one of those sad but true moments that can sneak up on you in life and leave its indelible mark on one’s life.  On a whole different level it is the celebrative product of a major overhaul of Link Recording studios – the first song to come from Link’s new and greatly improved mixing console. All in all, it’s a fascinating listen!

Theater of the Imagination is presented by Watchfire Music watchfiremusic.com 

Transcript

Peter Link 0:08

Welcome to Scatter Shot Symphony, the music of Peter Link. That's me. Hey y'all, this week being the 39th episode of this podcast, I prefer to let the music do the talking. However, if you need to know more about me, please visit Wikipedia.com, Peter Link. This episode is entitled You and I. Not all love stories have happy endings. Sometimes, no matter how hard both parties try, it was just not meant to be. Who knows why? One thing for sure, there are a great variety of reasons why it was just not meant to be. I am, I suppose, an authority on this. What makes me an authority, you might ask? Experience. I have lived, loved, and lost, only to rise up again, dust myself off, and start again. Over and over again. I first fell in love with Sally Minor. I was four, and she was three. She was my next door neighbor. Her mother caught us in the bushes playing. If you show me yours, I'll show you mine. And that was the end of that romance. Thus began a lifelong practice of first falling in love and second eventually moving on. The first part was always wondrous, exciting, transforming. And if you have time, I could add an additional twenty-seven superlatives. However, the moving on part was always the antonym of the thirty superlatives. The first part, the falling and the love part, consumed the most amount of time. And the second part, the moving on part, would hopefully be short and sweet. Short for sure, but not always sweet. I could fill a book. Fortunately, most of these events happened relatively early in life. By the time I was in my thirties, I had begun to settle down. Later in life, the days and months and years of the falling in love part lasted longer and longer, as I and she learned to manage the bumps and bruises and grasp the deeper understanding of this word love. Finally, my current situation will be the last and longest, and hopefully infinite. Gratefully, my love life has been an embarrassment of riches. The tales that shall never be told. These experiences of a lifetime are a songwriter's treasure chest, a library of images, a menagerie of musical tales. Yes, I could go on and on and plan to do so. Ah the songs of love. And if, centuries from now, I finally run out of the amorous tales of my lifetime, one can always write from the imagination. Ah yes, the imagination. A month or so ago, while reading something forever unremembered, I came across a four-word phrase that somehow stuck in my mind for a couple of days until I finally wrote it down. Four words. I'm just all thumbs. It seemed a silly notion. It bespoke of an awkwardness, uh a shyness, an insecurity. I'm just all thumbs, a nervousness, a hesitancy, a feeling that we've all felt, especially in the beginnings of romance. Most of the time, attraction is so powerful that it drives these insecurities out of the picture as desire takes over. Somehow, most couples manage to get through the I'm just all thumbs part pretty quickly. Love being the panacea. Fascinated, I began to write a song called I'm Just All Thumbs. But as I wrote, my unbounded imagination took over, and a much deeper entanglement evolved. Though the song was strictly of my imagination, it still derives from the experiences of a lifetime of images. It's a true story. It's just not my true story. Or is it? Ah the difference between imagination and reality. I find it interesting that now that the song has been written and performed, it will always be a part of my own deeply personal reality. Did it really happen? Of course it did. When it comes to the difference between imagination and reality, sometimes the colors run together in a watercolor of existence. The perception blurs. Spend two weeks working on a song sixteen hours a day, and you will understand the discombobulation of truth. Did it happen to me? Yes. Absolutely. In my imagination. In reality, perhaps it even happened to you. And so, without further ado, yet another love story that was just not meant to be. You and I. I believe you're made of porcelain with dangerous eyes of crystalline, crystalline, of crystalline, skin of alabaster and cream with your delicate, elegant divinous smile, and your mystical ethereal style. You simply cease untouchable. It is my wish in life to reach you, to touch you, to move you, to climb inside your beast those lips of wine. Yet first to play it proper. I need to hold your hand in my but in my rash delirium. I've always found it far too cumbersome, too undefined, like flying blind, and my butterflies are much too much to overcome, leaving a pounding heart like pounding drums. For when it comes to touching you and just all thoughts, and so I dream of being Debonair, I charm you, I please you with silver tongued composure and the game of love at my command. Yet first to play proper when I bend to kiss your eager hand and feel your fingers brush mine. I'll know it's really only happening here in my mind, only in my mind, then the wishfulness in me will succumb to my pounding heart and pounding drums. Cause when it comes to touching you, I'm just all thumbs. You and I are twiddly dee and twiddly dumb to treasure nervous rex play the innocent fool, pretending to be unflatterable, chill, laid back and cool. You were not feigning such confidence, playing this siliter, you and I may never a lie if we keep on going on like this, making the mistakes we've made. Swinging back and forth, out of balance, out of time, out of place. You and I touch and go in harmonic, out of tune, out of sync, out of grace. You and I am cold, steeped in our misgivings, on the fence unwieldy, on the tire, worrisome, wearisome, the tedium of seduction, lost in second thoughts, exhausting. I and you never risking, never blooming, never breaking through. Episode thirty-nine. You and I. Many thanks to my favorite partner in music, Phil Clum, who for three decades now has always put the finishing touches on my music. Whenever you check out the credits on a song, you'll see Master by Philip Clum Mastering. Most people don't even know what a masterer does. I like to say he puts the spit shine on the song. With his great ears and superb technology, he simply brings out the best of the sound of the recording. Said another way, he takes the mix that I give him and turns it into a record. He's a musician and a magician. So I thank you, Phil. I thank you. Also, please rate and review us on Apple Podcasts. And to keep abreast of the latest episode, you can subscribe to Scattershot Symphony from your podcast app of choice. And thanks to Watchfire Music and the entire staff for all your work in producing and promoting this podcast. A very special thanks also to Stuart Barefoot, our associate producer, for all your invaluable knowledge and great vibes. And lastly, a posthumous thanks to Ludwig van Beethoven for your opening four bars.com forward slash podcast. There, you can purchase the singles or albums and have access to all the lyrics. Also, there you will find all previous podcasts and future scheduling. And stay tuned.