Break All To Pieces – Iroquois Studios (March 2014)
Day of Pink
I’ve spent some time recently thinking about me, my youth, my growing up, and what that looked like. Break All To Pieces is a song that gives voice to a voice, a version of myself, that I’ve silenced more often than I ought to. It is a me that intuitively understands the notion of a gender continuum (and Version 2.0).
So on this day, the Day of Pink, I dedicate this song to anyone who needs a voice. To anyone who believe that the closet they live within is a terrible place to live. On this day, the Day of Pink, I remember that I am fluid in all my parts, and that’s what makes me whole.
The hook to Break All To Pieces began on a guitar that did not make the final mix. In fact the only guitar that made the final mix was given to me when I was 18, was taken back (a grey-version of stolen) when I was 20, and was returned the same day I returned to Halifax to begin a course in Classical Guitar. None of this is terribly interesting, except that it reminds me, the guitar that is, of an interview that Justin Vernon (Bon Iver; Volcano Choir) gave to The Guardian talking about the making of For Emma, Forever Ago and attributed a rare, cheap, “60s, Sears catalogue guitar” to the signature component of the songwriting: “…almost every song on the record was made with it.” This guitar has that same quality. For all critical purposes it has no business on a recording and yet it is the only guitar that captured the tone of the song.
Break All To Pieces comes from a place of reflection. It feels tragic, it reads tragic, but it’s not. It is written form the perspective of empowerment. Sometimes an education is a lifetime in the making, and it’s the parts that hurt that make you whole.
There are pieces of The Butterfly Circus here; there are pieces of a classroom here (from my head, from my experience too) that uses art as a means of personal therapy; there is therapy here also. Mostly there is perspective.
LyricsI will see everything you want me to be; believe, I’ll shrink into the space you leave for me. It’s easy, you’ll see; to bend to blend avoid breaking all to pieces. Circus sideshow, distract from the eyes emphasize the unknown. Don’t ask, I won’t show, social contract to suffer alone. It’s easy, you’ll see; to bend to blend avoid breaking all to pieces. I believe, cracks in the shell tell all the stories. Ugly-beauty; forever begins confronted by averted eyes. See me; see me, pieces broken put back together again. I will see, it’s easy.