Neal K Paterson | Through the Picket Fence

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Through the Picket Fence

by Neal K Paterson

Debut album of all original compositions from Neal K Paterson whose songwriting stretches from rock to folk to country to Broadway
Genre: Rock: Adult Contemporary
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1. (I Wanna Go To) Vegas
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2. Cote D'azur
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3. Oh! Marlena
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4. Legalese
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5. Julie Patchouli
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6. Song for Maria
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7. Josephine
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8. Grown Up Love Song
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9. The Lovely Alexa
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Album Notes
Bob Dylan’s wise words to songwriters were to ‘know their song well before they start singing.’ Some of the songs on this CD have been percolating in me 20 years or more. “Song for Maria” is set in Barcelona but I knew the real Maria in Germany in 1984. “Josephine” got its start from a dissolute week I spent in New Orleans, part of a cross country trip I took with my first serious girlfriend Karin, in 1987. She’s gone now but my fascination with that improbable city continues.

“Legalese”….well I know a lot of lawyers. They’re all good honest hardworking people so I hope they’ll forgive me having a little fun at the expense of their profession.

I spent some time in France in the early 90s but have never yet made it to the actual Cote D’Azur. I hear it’s nice. I have however taken that inbound train to Cambridge, laptop in hand, many times.

Been to Vegas twice in the last 15 years. Had a blast each time.

“Oh! Marlena” started out as a tuning exercise—just chords I would strum to make sure my guitar was ready to play. It slowly gathered itself into a melody and then went through endless versions and revisions before Marlena herself decided she’d waited long enough and insisted the song was really about her. But there is no Marlena….

And then there are the ones the universe just hands to you. “Grown Up Love Song” took just a day or two to go from something I was humming in the car to fully formed. JRR Tolkien fans will recognize the line “Now I’m old and strong, strong, STRONG” from The Hobbit. I read his books obsessively when I was younger so who knows? Maybe that line has been cooking in me a long time, looking for a song to live in.

Before I got married I dated several “Julie Patchoulis”. Didn’t work out, thank God--they would have been the death of me. But I regret nothing.

“The Lovely Alexa” grew out of intermittent attempts to learn “Claire de Lune” on guitar. I still haven’t quite got that down but I got a song instead out of the effort so I’ll call that a win.

Musical variety was never the goal but over time it became clear that the songs on this CD would span a spectrum, from rock to country to Broadway to classical. That’s one of the beautiful things about being a songwriter these days-- there is so much heritage to choose from, so many shoulders to stand on. My first love will always be rock but I’ve come to see that all music is holy and songwriting will go whither it will; I would love it if a disco or funk tune would choose me as its writer someday. We’ll see.

One thing the songs do all have in common is that the characters in them all (mostly anyway) hail from that odd creation that is the American suburb. I grew up there, live there now--I know it well. It’s a strange dimension whose inhabitants fondly imagine that it is only outside their picket fences where “real life” begins. But Suburbia is no less real--and no less surreal--than anywhere else.

Neal K Paterson April 2015

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