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Jesse Aycock and the elements of a song.
I Can’t… Write a Song! Workshop TCC McKeon Center for Creativity Tulsa June 22, 2024
Songwriting is a strange art, hard to explain, harder to practice. The art of the song is wide-ranging enough to hold everything from “Baby Shark” to “Old Town Road” to “The Times They Are A’Changin’” to “King Kunta,” and techniques vary from the Indian raga to the Baptist hymn. Any creative soul would be forgiven in believing that the art was too complicated, the possibilities too numerous, to even attempt a stab at it.
“I’m Robin… whoosh!” I said as I introduced myself to a group of five strangers standing in a circle around me. I threw my arms into the air as I said this, then giggled.
Everyone else repeated my movements back to me in unison and said “Whoosh!” in reply.
We were following directions from Aïcha Doucouré, who was leading us in the group activities for her Wholesome Circle event at the Groundfloor community space in Oakland. I’m not sure that any of us were clear on why we were throwing funny shapes and making up strange noises, but we all smiled and laughed as we did.
