There are famous songs that were written and played by the fire. I think of Jimmy Page and Robert Plant writing “Stairway to Heaven.” I think of Neil Young playing “Will to Love,” a kooky, mad-vision song of wild inspiration, recorded before a crackling fire, with logs sparking, and Neil imagining himself as a salmon swimming upstream to give it all up for love.

Yesterday, the Lovely Carla and I had our own little songwriting session before a beautiful, warming flame. There is a sort of hushed vibe before a fire, maybe it sparks some deep in the bone memories of previous generations, a secret code imprinted, tattooed, deep down in the core of our beings. Yes, that’s how it felt to us yesterday.

A heady, trippy vibe, for sure. We were sheltering in a landmark site, a grand old house built in 1890. A blazing fire, an acoustic guitar, a simple hand-drum. Two voices. We worked on two new songs one for sure called “Dagger Heart,” the other, maybe, “Murmurations.” Two new works in progress.

We are so happy when we are engaged in the making of new songs. There is possibility, hope and joy in the process. Of course, it is work too. The good work. Work that feels like play. The two of us lately seem to be transporting to another time and dimension when we play these new songs. They are definitely in that 21st Century Druid Music vein. There is something beautiful and exquisite in the making.

Enchanting, conjuring. Totally consuming. Alive in the fire of creation. That’s the way to do it. Damn the torpedoes. – Jammer