For the Love of Shayla

Homesick

I’ve been homesick for the east coast lately. I miss creative stimulation – input and output! Landlord is raising the rent up $300 (it’s a thing happening all across town) – and I’ve been wondering if I even want to stay here in Flagstaff. In Arizona. 

New York was not an easy place to be – but oh! Tapping into that creative flow was sublime. If I move away, I don’t think NY is my next place (it was a time as well), but I do need more immediate, face-to-face intellectual creative exchange. I feel like I’m missing some poetic artistic romance, some sort of possibility to dream about and make happen.

If I am gonna pay this kind of rent, there had better be a a good reason to stick around . . . 

In the meantime, yesterday, I recorded rough tracks of Shayla by Blondie (written by Chris Stein and Clem Burke). That song always makes me think of New York – or rather – Debbie Harry’s hometown of Union City, New Jersey. Close enough while I’m this far away!

I fell in love with this song when I was 9 or 10 years old. The swirl, the daydream, I levitated when I heard it for the first time (and every time after that, too). One day recently, I was singing it while washing dishes, and thought – why not figure out how to play this song? 

Here is a simple acoustic scratch version of Shayla. I do play it on guitar, but on this recording that’s Paul on guitar and me on vocals. It really begins at 8 seconds.

Same song, with some harmonies.

Imagine having worked all day, riding home on the bus, it’s dark, everyone is tired, bus is quiet, glow of traffic lights . . .  Sometimes the ride home is the most peaceful part of the day. 

Shayla

Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn’t history
She’s just a number
One day she gets her final pay
And she goes far away
 
Green trees call to me
I am free but life is so cheap
Scenery is still outside of me
All alone, trapped by its beauty
 
Shayla turned to run away
To leave in peace and end her stay
Years of fear were in her way
Lost in space and down she came
 
Suddenly
Some subtle entity
Some cosmic energy
Brushed her like shadows
 
Down here we stop to wonder
Cars on the freeway
Bright lights and thunder

Where in the world to go next?

Peace,

Holly

Flagstaff, AZ
May 28, 2021

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

4 thoughts on “For the Love of Shayla

  1. $300/month increase? That’s huge. I would question sticking around also. Arizona has a much better economy that New Mexico, but I doubt it justifies that kind of increase.

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    1. it’s a 20% increase – but they really wanna raise it $600! So – a 40% increase. Flagstaff’s economy is the worst in the country in terms of payscale to cost of living. The other thing is, so many artists and professors have left because they can’t afford to stay here. (And my drummer from the Lofi Sofias is moving in June)

      I did just go on a nice mtn bike ride though

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      1. I’m sure you are not getting a 30% or 50% raise to help cover the increase in rent. It’s like Santa Fe or even Corrales where I live. Housing costs are very high.

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