Today, I stared at the pile of manuscripts and chord sheets, and decided that it was time to get going on some sort of songbook, a compilation of most of what I’ve written and recorded in the last 25 years.
Thanks to a friend’s suggestion, I grabbed an app called Scanner Pro online. It comes with a free seven-day trial period, so I spent my entire morning scanning everything I could find, saving it to my files and sending copies of the PDFs to myself for opening later on my computer. Anything I missed can be photographed and added in later, but I believe that’s only a few things. Then I can lay it out, create a final PDF of the whole thing and send it off for printing and/or uploading to something online.
It will not be glitzy. I am not glitzy.
But it will be legible and I will give anyone who obtains a copy permission to photocopy pages as needed for performance or educational purposes. Because copyright is basically dead, to me and to much of the world. And at this point I kind of don’t care. I’m realistic enough to know this project will not be a money-maker, but it will be a way to get my music out there to more people and perhaps give my songs legs for a little longer. And as long as someone finds one of my songs useful I will be happy to let them use it.
Still working on a title.
Also pondering graphics, though they won’t be extensive.
The truth is that I am tired. Exhausted. And so, while I hope to get my songs out there, it will be rough and ready and kind of punk. And I will be glad when it’s done.
Below: Bagheera, interrupting my work.