Music Project


It’s kind of awesome being in a relationship with another artist most days — we “get” each other in ways that non-artist partners haven’t in the past, we are both more about pursuing careers that are more callings and passions than money-making endeavors, we know to leave each other alone when we’re working and celebrate when we’ve finished something important. But even better than the day-to-day aspects for being married to another artist are points when your art comes together.

My partner Mya and I are writing a series of songs together based on my novel. We’re co-writing the lyrics and she is writing the music (she’s about 100 times the musician I am!).  We’re going to be performing them at my book launch party, which happens on Friday, February 13th at the Bureau of General Services Queer Division, which resides in the LGBTQ center at 208 West 13th Street in Manhattan.

There’s a million songs that have inspired us in this endeavor. Tom Waits and Nick Cave and Townes Van Zandt. In fact, here’s a few of them:

And here are the lyrics to one of the songs we’ve written, based on a scene in the novel and sung from the perspective of an Old West sex worker (video to follow soon!):

Watching the Fire

Men come and go, they pass through the door,
I’ll see them again, I’ve seen them before.
Their wants are many, their needs without end,
Some want a woman, some just need a friend.

There is a window, through which I’ve seen much
Too close for comfort, too far to touch.
There I’ve watched fire, I’ve seen dreams burn
And the men keep coming; they always return.

I’ve watched flame growing, I’ve heard men shout
I’ve felt their heartbeats and blown candles out.
But There are some blazes that cannot be stayed.
No water can touch them, no man make them fade.

And through this window, I’ve seen a city rise,
I watched it burn down as if hypnotized.
I watched the fire, I watched reams burn
Still the men keep coming, they always return.


About thebaffledkingcomposing

Pamela DiFrancesco is a writer with a community college degree in journalism, a fancy art school degree in fiction and a penchant for community organizing. A native of Pennsylvania coal country, Pamela lives in Astoria, Queens, writes, and does whatever else it takes to pay the bills. In the past, Pamela has worked for newspapers and taught children journalism in an after-school program. Pamela's fiction can be found on the web at Cezanne's Carrot and Monkeybicycle, in print in The Carolina Quarterly (who nominated "The Chuck Berry Tape Massacre" for the Best American Mystery Writing anthology) and forthcoming in The New Ohio Review. When not writing, Pamela practices acts of love and kindness in hopes of a radically different world, and is preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse through acts of badassery.
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