Rattling Chain

Blues heart,

A rattling chain,

Dragged to the

Desolate dirt

Beneath…

Violin as a Lead Instrument

Rock music typically has guitar as a lead instrument.  The concept of taking the violin and making it a central instrument brings forth an interesting trend in playing and listening.  Though Lindsey Stirling and Brian King Joseph perform in a different genre, they bring violin to the forefront of mainstream music, which is truly groundbreaking.  Lindsey Stirling, who came out of America’s Got Talent does an act involving dance, singing, and violin.  Though I don’t really listen to this type of violin music, the entire spectacle involving various art mediums thrown together is captivating.  Her music goes from rock to dance to pop.  Brian King Joseph from America’s Got Talent does an electric violin hip hop/pop mashup.  His layering of violin over popular pop/rap songs and his virtuosity makes him unique.

As a violinist in Love Lyzardz, I like doing slow melodic passages in the country/folk/rock/psychedelic vein.  I don’t necessarily play at high speeds or lay down technically challenging notes like Brian or Lindsey, though I have had classical training in the past from being in school orchestra for many years, but I shape a distinctive mood or story in my playing.  My partner Johnny Saffire keeps a steady intricate rhythm on guitar, which frames the violin’s sound and texture.  As a duo, we marry guitar and violin, weaving rock and classical music, which creates Classical Rock.  Yngwie Malmsteen, an influence of mine, had done something similar, taking classical music and applying it to guitar.  Johnny Saffire’s background in blues, rock, and punk gives his guitar playing an individual finesse merged with a classical instrument like violin.

Stay tuned for more posts!

Love Lyzardz

One from the ICON series: Kurt

The boy’s thin frame,

Cloaked in heavy sweaters.

 

A mind on its synapses,

Drowned in social

Stupor.

 

Egg crate of feelings,

A sensitive form

He takes.

 

Moments in needle binges,

The exploding romance,

A chance to quit.

 

His songs,

The rushes of veins opened,

Drained in

Sparks tied to dead-end

Emotions.

Blues

Heavy blues,

Day at its edge,

Closing in.

 

Sweat beading

On the brow,

A life wandering

Around the

Rising corn.

 

Endless pavement,

Trains following

Cracked lines,

Bitter roots

Poking through.

 

Fallen from the

Storming heavens,

Trudged along

In the

Drunken mists

Of mortal

Crusts caking

Lonesome

Shuffles of shoes.

 

Beaten through,

God at the

Stoniest backside,

The church a final

Trusted passage.

One from the ICON Series- Her Blues Soul

The duckling on its crooked legs,

Wandering the pond

For a place to hide.

 

In reeds,

The crying rings out,

A loud woman on a drunk.

 

Friends of the counterculture

She found,

The teases of old enemies

Upon her.

 

Janis,

A woman of her

Words and wits,

The keeper of heavy blues.

 

Her dying moments,

The telegram lost,

A fire swallowed,

The memoriam of love and life

Not realized.

Love Lyzardz

Poet’s fire,

Guitar sweeps.

 

Emotional storms aplenty,

Darkness consummated.

 

Beauty evoked,

Traces of dreams

Sprinkled over

Murmuring voices.

 

Journey unveiled,

The Hollywood desire,

Long road from

Home carrying onward.

 

Story to a story,

Love within love,

The artists’ far

Reach

For highest erudition.

 

Peace for the

Ones who listen,

Quiet for those who

Sleep,

A voice for those

Who cannot express,

In amorous oceans deep.

 

Love Lyzardz