"I Saw Her Again"

This is a sequel to “I Saw Her.” Not a very good one. A throwaway song. Still, in the interest of completeness, here it is. My only intent at this point is getting my stuff out there into the world. Let others judge it as they may. Of course the next step is to get myself out into the world. I tend to be a homebody, which is not good for an entertainer. Since the Boston move fell apart back in June, I’ve really been a hermit. I went from doing 5-10 gigs a week to doing none. This is the holiday season, which should be my busiest time of year, yet I have nothing on my performance schedule other than my usual Sunday church accompanying job, and Tuba Christmas next weekend.

Current listening: Jobriath, As the River Flows

I Saw Her Again

© 1989 Brian Hutzell

I saw her

What a funny feeling to see her again

Never thought I’d be so near her again

Near enough to see her

Near enough to see her

I touched her

What a funny feeling to touch her again

Never thought I’d be so near her again

Near enough to touch her

Near enough to touch her

I’m reminded of the time we met – can’t forget

The spaghetti where we went, you and I – tasted fine

And the one thing I recall more than all the rest

Is how we said goodnight

We were standing at your door

I was staring at the floor in fright

I kissed her

What a funny feeling to kiss her again

Never thought I’d be so near her again

Near enough to kiss her

Close enough to kiss her

Now I stop and I step through the fog

But I’m not trying to set back the clock

I loved her

What a funny feeling to love her again

Never thought I’d be so near her again

Near enough to love her

Close enough to love her

“Bluehouse Limes”

Brian Hutzell

from Art Music

"I Wanna Be Rich"

Current listening: Jobriath, Creatures of the Street

Jobriath is someone I didn’t discover until about a year ago. Much too late. He died of AIDS in 1983. Klaus Nomi. Keith Haring. Arthur Russell. All great talents lost too soon. They all left a mark though. I am not afraid of death – just of death coming before I’m ready for it. I haven’t left my mark yet. That’s one of the reasons for this blog: a transparent and desperate attempt to leave my name on the wall while I still have the chance. A little bit of digital graffiti.

This is a song I wrote during my fertile early Boston period. I didn’t get around to recording it until Making a Mess. Lately, most of my musical efforts have been devoted to practicing the euphonium. Talk about no commercial potential!

“I Wanna Be Rich”on YouTube

I Wanna Be Rich

© 1985 Brian Hutzell

I wanna be rich

I wanna be rich

Ain't no point in living if I can't get everything I want

I can't get everything I want if I don't have money

I wanna be rich

I wanna be wealthy

Ain't no point in living if I can't have the best

I can't afford to have the best if I don't have money

I gotta have lots and lots of money

So I can live in luxury

The royal life for me

No mediocrity

Gonna travel overseas

Visit the other kings

Sipping a cup of tea

Next to England's Queen

I wanna be rich

I wanna be richer

I wanna be richest

I wanna be rich

I wanna be richer

I wanna be richest

"Proud Feet"

Brian Hutzell

"Crushes Can Be Depressing Things"

I had never heard of Jobriath until a few months ago. Last night I watched a documentary about him, “Jobriath A.D.” It was excellent but sad. Another talented musician I didn’t learn about until it was too late. I also missed Klaus Nomi and Arthur Russell, from about the same time period. Ditto artists like Keith Haring and Jean-Michel Basquiat. It bugs me to know I lived through such interesting times, yet failed to notice. I must have been sleepwalking through life.

Crushes Can Be Depressing Things

© 1987 Brian Hutzell

Crushes can be depressing things
When the object of affection never looks in your direction
It's easy to see:
Crushes can be depressing things
Wishing can be a hopeless cause
An optimistic outlook can painfully point out what
You've known all along:
Wishing can be a hopeless cause

Who's that person passing through your dreams?
What's that notebook filled with fancy schemes?
Do you think you have a chance at all?
Is this a prelude to a heavy fall?

Crushes can lead to other things
In love is where you're gonna be
Peace of mind's the first to stray off, then you find your life in chaos
It's easy to see:
Crushes can lead to other things

Crushes can be depressing things
Crushes can be depressing things
Crushes can be depressing things

Remember how it felt before
You wish you could be free once more
When a cute infatuation turns into ugly frustration
It's easy to see:
Crushes can be depressing things

You're up late writing lonely poetry
Another entry in you diary
Have you ever passed a spoken word?
Don't you wish your feelings could be heard?

Crushes can be depressing things
Crushes can be depressing things
Crushes can be depressing things

"Tacky"

Brian Hutzell