If you haven't walked up City Creek Canyon in Salt Lake City, I highly recommend taking some time out for it. For me, I can nearly always count on receiving an infectious dose of new melodies, rhythms or lyrics drift into my mind as I hear the movement of the creek's running waters and gaze at the magnificent mountains rising on either side. That's how my song Love Love Love happened. While contemplating the day that lay before me, I tuned into the rhythm of my steps, which led to a melody and some images of driving out along the Pacific coastline of California - where I have spent most of my life from age 10. I imagined this ridge along the road and the ocean on the other side - much like the Monterey area - and felt this pressing need to keep driving, to keep searching. Searching for what? For love - which has evaded me much of my life. At least the kind of love that would lead to marriage and family. I reflected on the loves that didn't work out, the " bumps in the road" meant to teach, yet so painful. And then the need to keep pressing on. Taking my iPhone out of my pant pockets, I opened my recording app and began to sing the melody I was hearing, along with a few lyrics naturally forming in my mouth. Once I get a melody going, then it's time to improvise and see where it takes me. On this day it took me all the way into what would become the chorus of the song - and the idyllic imagery of love. Finding a new love, soaring up to the clouds like a dove to do so - a bird's eye point of view all too often hidden from me. Yet I can almost taste this magical place high in the clouds where hearts are made of gold and you never grow old. At least that's where this melody took me on this day. Another dazzling dirt road day of songwriting.
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of piano-centric organic pop songs hewn from battlecries, staying alive, walking a road to redemption and searching for love along the way.
excerpt from "True Reflection of the Big Sky"
~ lyrics and music by Zaza Cannon ©2018
Don’t want to get my hopes up too high
Don’t let me fall too far from the bare sky
Don’t want the glitter of gold to blind my eyes
Don’t let me bet my life on a winning lottery prize
Just let me go where no dream is too big
And no loving act of kindness is too small
It’s all been here all the time
This reservoir of mine
A true reflection of the big sky