Little Boy Lost

I am very happy with the way this song turned out. It is an out and out guitar fest rocker! I overdubbed several guitar solo parts and got a great help from Victor Labelle on slide guitar.

Faced with the inevitable and the futility of life Little Boy Blue rocks out and raises the middle finger!

https://music.apple.com/ca/album/rockheads-paradise/1631413918

I search for the title, I search for the deed
I know what I want, I know what I need
In the blink of an eye, With a slash from a pen
Little boy lost Is born again

           Oh....oh.... little boy lost

Bait and wait ‘neath the shade of a tree
Hook and weight, we were meant to be free
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
Little boy lost, looking for truth (proof)

            Oh....oh.... little boy lost

Ashes to ashes the world still turns
Dust to dust, food for worms
Makes me want to holler, makes me want to shout
What am I here for? What’s it all about?

            Oh....oh.... little boy lost

Live for today, just another cliché
It’s still the truth, I’ll use it anyway
It’s all been done (we’re) variations on a theme
Living every nightmare, vetting every dream

            Oh....oh.... little boy lost

Little boy lost, little boy found
Little boy tossed like waste on the ground

            Oh....oh.... little boy lost


I Wonder

As we age, more and more people disappear. Some just go, and others are eroded slowly through the various things that beleaguer us as we grow older. This song is written from the perspective of someone (not me)who was just diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease filtered through my own musings on aging.

“Wonder” is a noun and is also a verb. Both are wonderful. I am thankful that my wonder and playfulness are still in evidence, but I wonder how I’d be if they weren’t.

I know the song is long, this is not pop music, but meant to convey ideas and a feeling. Worth 6 minutes and 14 seconds. It took a lot longer to write and record…

listen here: https://ianhanchet.band camp.com/track/i-wonder

I wonder where the wonder went
More miles travelled, they came and went
Our Wonder years already spent
Wondering what anything meant
-Oh-oh-I wonder

I wonder Who I was meant to be
If I’ve seen all that I was meant to see
Or was it all just fantasy
I wonder if I’m really me
-oh-oh-I wonder

I wonder what this is all about
If anybody anywhere could have bailed me out
If I ever bought in, or did I drop out
Hey, Alfie, what’s it all about

I wonder when I can feel it again
If I’ll ever be relieved of residual pain
If I ever figure out what’s been driving me insane
And where I’ll get off this runaway train

I wonder where my my serenity went
The worries in my head should be paying me rent
All of my joy has already been spent
I wonder where everybody went
Oh, oh, I wonder

I wonder why things turned out like they did
Some things in the open, some things hid
I wonder was my offer the winning bid
I wonder if it’ll be the same for my kids
oh, oh, I wonder

I wonder how I’m going to cope with these things now
If I’m going to have a smile or a furrowed brow
I wonder where I’m going to point my prow
Am I going to take everything that life will allow

I wonder why this all seems so strange
Why all of my targets are out of range
I wonder if I’m willing to change
Pretty sure something can be arranged
oh, oh, I wonder.....

No More Worries

A friend of mine told me “ All the energy you put into worrying is not going to change the outcome!” . He turned out to be absolutely right and thus started my transformation to a new life.

I wrote this song while sitting alone in the sun on a deck in Deep Cove Nova Scotia. I was in drop D tuning and just fooling around when the song appeared and wrote itself.

https://music.apple.com/ca/album/new-life/1064949053


I used to worry all the time what will the future bring
The future arrived anyway 
Worrying didn’t change a thing
I was always in the future, I was always in the past
I was never in the here and now 
And the present quickly passed
No more worries
No more worries

Worrying changed my face. I always wore a frown
When I ploughed another furrow
It always pointed down
The thing about a wrinkle is that you can always tell
How someone lived their life
And if they lived it well 
No more worries
No more worries

I worried ‘bout so many things my thinking was deranged
‘cause what’s the point in worrying
‘bout things you cannot change
you might as well burn water,  or wash your face with bark
be breathing without oxygen
be reading in the dark
No more worries
No more worries

Nothing comes from worrying, I heard a stranger say
It robs you of your energy
To live your life today
So give me all your worries, I’ll take your heavy load
You can rise up singing
And go dancing down the road
No more worries No more worries




Hardware Store For Bread

This is a song from off of my second CD. Long before the end of my first marriage I was lamenting the fact that things change and what used to be the status quo was irretrievable. The concept of going to the hardware store for bread iI culled from the Al-Anon literature.

https://music.apple.com/ca/album/boy-blue/1632193158

There used to be a bakery 
on this corner
and I was really tight 
with the owner

it opened in the morning
she baked ‘til late at night
the bread was always fresh 
the dough was sweet and light

something happened late one night
the baker woke up in a fright
her darkest fears were realized
and she was rendered paralyzed

I’m going to the hardware store
 for bread
Wish it was like before
I want to be fed

I said “I’ll help you make the bread”
I just made a mess instead
I wish someone could rescue me 
‘Cause I don’t have the recipe

I tried to learn from fancy books
I even asked more experienced cooks
I prayed and sweated, I did all that it took
but my bread is met with dirty looks

I’m going to the hardware store
 for bread...again...

Wish it was like before
I want to be fed... again...

swallowing my pride I must confess
Baking’s not what I do best
gotta get this off my chest
I thought I knew her but I just guessed

I’ve been exposed I’m just a faker
I’ll probably never be a baker
I’ll always love her but I can’t make her
become a giver and not a taker (so)

I’m going to the hardware store
 for bread...again...
Wish it was like before
I want to be fed... again...

I’ve wasted flour and baking powder
kneading more and crying louder
I’ve burned more than I could ever sell
made more mistakes than I can ever tell

Do you remember when we took a vow?
The vows were made for times like now 
seems we never saw richer
seems we never saw health
seems all our dreams have headed south

I’m going to the hardware store
 for bread...again...
Wish it was like before
I want to be fed... again...

I Don’t Want To Wear A Hat/ What About You?

These two songs of mine are about doing too much for others at the expense of one’s self. The songs are written decades apart and the first one is written in the first person and the second song is written in the third person.

“I Don’t Want To Wear A Hat” grew out of a conversation I had with a close friend who naively asked me “How’s it going?” on a day when I was overwhelmed. I told him I was so tired, I didn’t know how long I could keep going. I said something like”I wake up and put on my daddy hat, I put on my driver’s cap for the commute to work where I put on my teacher’s hat and then the driver’s hat again for the ride home and then maybe a chef’s hat or hubby hat and so on…” He then asked me “…and how are your migraines?” I told him of my further misery and he then wisely suggested I should “take off some of those hats.”

The second song was written a few years ago with several people in mind. Mostly my life partner and my mother, but I know many people in the “giving” professions of education and health care and so when you put em in a blender….. The song hit home with one of my wife’s cousins who was visiting from Wales. She said last night that she sings it to herself when she feels overwhelmed by her three jobs, extended family duties including aged uncle and several children and grandchildren at an age when she should be putting her feet up.

I Don't Want To Wear A Hat

The greatest hat I ever wore                  
Kept my four corners warm
Sheltered me from every storm
Man, I miss that hat!

Some hats are too loose
Some hats fit too tight
Some hats I get to choose
But nothing seems to fit right

I don't want to wear a hat
The ceiling’s low and my head’s too fat

I wear a hat when I go to work
Another one when I get home
I wear a hat when I’m out with friends
I even wear one when I’m alone

I can’t remember when my head was bare
Since I was young, there’s always been something there
Always on the go, always on the do
Always trying to try on something new

(chorus)

When you where a hat it’s hard to dream
If you’re a dreamer your head will be splitting at the seams
Cause if your head’s too big like mine is
A hat’ll just confine this

If I gotta wear one, make it fit
Not just my head, but what’s in it
If I gotta wear one, make it cool
I’m tired of changing hats like a fool

(chorus)

In god’s house I try to keep my head bare
But prayer caps and "do"er caps keep slipping up there
I wish I didn’t care
What hat I wear when people stare

(chorus)
I think it’s pretty unfair
I just want to feel the wind in my hair

 https://ianhanchet.bandcamp.com/track/what-about-you
What About You?

You hit the ground running
With a list of things to do
You’re always going and coming
You’ve got too much to chew

You give yourself away
At the start of every day
You do it for no pay, it’s a fact
You never think about you!

What about you?
I think it’s time for you to renew
What about you?

You look out for your brother,
Father, sister, and your mother
Look out for strangers too

You feed the squirrels and birds
Leave me at a loss for words
You’re kind to everybody but you

What about you?
What about you?
I think it’s time for you to renew
What about you?

No one says “I’ll do it!”
So you step up to the plate
You did your day already,
Now you’re working late

You’d think someone might thank you,
Show that they appreciate
You sacrificed your dinner’s
Lying cold upon the plate

What about....

You volunteer for everything
You put your life on hold
They will suck you dry
You’re still young, but feeling old

The weight of the world is
Something you can’t bear
No matter how you try,
The world doesn’t care about you

What about...

The world will keep on turning
Even if you stop
Going do do do do do do do
Do do until you drop

There’s more to life than doing
I’m afraid you’re missing out
Things that are worth pursuing,
I’m right without a doubt,what about

You....

Be Kind!

https://music.apple.com/ca/album/rockheads-paradise/1631413918


Walking in the park on a sunny day
Remembering the days gone by
Thinking ‘bout all the things that I have done
And want to do before I die

I’m living on borrowed time
I’m walking on hallowed ground
Reflecting on this life of mine
Reflecting on these truths I’ve found

Be steady, Lend an ear, be ready,stay near,
Be kind, be gentle, be loving, be true
...I love you

You’re love. Yes, you are love
Your love is all we need

I’m love. Yes, I am love
My love is all you need

We’re love Yes, we are love
Our love is all we need


Getting exercise by walking in the park gives me time to reflect on what I am grateful for and what I have learned so far as we journey around the sun. I was not happy with my drum track so I hired my friend,  master drummer John McColgan to record a drum track to my tracks remotely from his studio. His playing elevated this track considerably. 

The difference between you're love and your love is deliberate. Not preaching, just suggesting that love is the answer.

That’s Odd

https://music.apple.com/us/album/first-love/1631642162

I don’t often listen to my own recordings, but sometimes they come up if one of my ipods is on shuffle. This one came up several days ago. I can’t believe that this song is pushing 30!!!! I was very influenced at the time by artists like Michael Brecker, John Abercrombie, and The Crusaders. I was a new father and happy in my daytime career which at the time was providing music therapy for children with Autism.

The album almost didn’t get made because I had many reasons not to but my older brother convinced me to make a list with him of pros and cons and lo and behold the pros won. It required borrowing money and taking much time away from my daddy duties and being tired much of the time. The record actually was profitable after about three months and was instrumental (pun intended) in getting me more gigs.

This tune is kind of interesting in that it is an 11 bar blues (hence the title “That’s Odd”). Blues form is usually twelve bars. It is Jazz music in a Reggae style within a Blues form. I hit three major stylistic influences in one shot. In 1995 I was a “straight into the amp” kind of guy. If I were to do this today, I might add a bit of delay and/or chorus between me and the amp. I think I might also write a lyric and make it a song and not merely an instrumental.

The Tenor sax player is Chris Savage, the Alto is Maurice Soudre, my buddies Jon Rehder and Charlie Guerin on Bass and piano respectively and Jeff Simons was the drummer. I was happy to have such sympathetic and supportive musicians for the project and am thankful that they helped me realize this record which was my dream.

Brave New World

https://music.apple.com/ca/album/rockheads-paradise/1631413918

Some days my observations and the world news is just too much and I just have to Rock! 

I may have been channeling Bob Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues on this one. I like the cadences and the rhythm of the words and my wah wah pedal came out of mothballs. I put this on my album "Rockhead's Paradise" which is a bar I used to hang out at while I was studying Jazz at University.

1. Maggie picked a lotus blossom out of the pond
they bulldozed the farm, now everything is gone.
It’s a brave new world

2. Peter picked a pack of pickled peppers at the store
laid 'em in the aisle and went back for more
in the brave new world

3. Looking in the future, looking in the past 
looking in the mirror, nothing’s gonna last
Into the brave new world

4. You listen to the music but you only hear the notes.
The meaning flew right past you like the Holy Ghost
But it’s a brand new world

5. Everyone’s distracted, nobody gets bored
They all play the game but no one knows the score
In this brand new world

6. Picked up a newspaper out of the blue 
I wanted to see if there was something I could do
in this brave new world

6. Another dike has breached, the water’s rushing in
The only option left is if I sink or swim
into the brave new world

7. Onomatopoeia is a word you oughta know
crash bang boom baby look out below
in this brand new world

8. Another dike is breeched and the water's rushing in
the only option left is sink or swim
to the brave new world

9. Loan shark, birch bark, better build another ark but
you embark, there’s no spark, leaves you sitting in the dark
in a brave new world

10. Big loans, cell phones, everybody’s on their own
Government is overthrown you leap into the unknown 
brave new world

11. been pissing in the snow, etching in the sand,
the writing’s on the wall, why can’t you understand  
in this brave new world

12. The climate’s changing fast, the earth has been condemned
Damn all those tornadoes ..Auntie Em … Auntie Em

Serenity

https://music.apple.com/us/album/serenity/1631277860?i=1631277865

I was meditating on gratitude and the words and melody for this song came together fairly quickly except the “serenity” part which came several days later.

I was playing what I had already while waiting for a class to arrive and just improvising the “chorus” when a kindergarten kid who had run ahead of her class burst into the room. This child was the exact opposite of her name. She could have been called “Precocious”, “Energetic”, “Dynamo”, “Calamity”…. but there she was …”Serenity” and I had the song finished. The kids all loved the chorus and sang along with me ah…….Serenity. One child asked why I wrote a song about Serenity and not her. “Julie” Lol.

I love the silence
It lets the music shine through
You love my music
It's my gift from me to you
From me to you......Serenity

I love the peace of knowing
You're here with me
Being here with me
And knowing that we are free
That we're free.........Serenity

Some battles can't be fought
Some treasures can't be bought
We've already been taught
What's right and what is not.......Serenity

We know our days are numbered
There's no time to waste
We've got to cherish every moment
Savour every taste
Every taste.........Serenity


How Come You Don’t Know My Heart?

https://music.apple.com/us/album/too-blue/1631555791

I played my mum a recording of a song I had written and her comment was "What's all that squeaky sound?"(when the left hand moves over round wound strings there is a bit of squelch) This obviously distracted her from the intention of my music. I was feeling misunderstood at the time anyway as my wife at the time was squeezing me into the corners so she could shine in the spotlight. 

Most people within minutes of meeting me have a pretty clear idea of who I am and what my passions are. I am a "What you see is what you get" kind of guy and yet these two people who should have known me intimately were blind (and deaf) to the changes and growth I was experiencing. Both of them had impressions of me based on either who I was or projected who they thought I should be and in the case of my wife, also projecting qualities on to me that were not mine and were based in her previous experiences with intimates who could not be trusted.

I am especially proud and thankful for the verse with the metaphoric imagery of me (my face) and a self winding watch back when watches were still a thing and some needed to be wound. The word play I love so much is evident if you pronounce the verb wound (ow sound)and the noun wound (oo sound)

I didn't release this song (or perform it) at the time because I thought there was still hope to salvage what we had, but ultimately it was hopeless. I think the song stands on it's own outside of my experience because we all know people who "just don't get us!"

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

How come you don’t know my soul?
You missed my pain, could not console
Couldn’t fill this gaping hole
How come you don’t know my soul?

It’s not your fault, you just added salt
To wounds already gaping
I fight the heat, deny, defeat
That’s why I should try escaping

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

I don’t hide my heart from my sleeve 
There’s only one of me to believe
So which one are you asking to leave
Say, what a wicked web we’ve weaved

The portrait of us together on picture day
Should look the same when we’re old and grey
You still shine but I’m fading away
Whose heart is it anyway?

It’s not your fault, you just added salt
To wounds already gaping
I fight the heat, deny, defeat
That’s why I should try escaping

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

You can read my face but don’t misread my mind
I don’t need to be re-defined
Watch me close and you will find
I’m the kind you never have to wind

I pour all my heart into my song
I know what’s right, I know what’s wrong
These lonely nights have gone on too long 
I’ve been in the tower all along

How come you don’t know my heart?
What makes me tick, drives my art
Our time together we spent apart
How come you don’t know my heart?

©2008 IGH