Photography,
Lyrics
August 18, 2008 at 11:10 
Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild
Sometimes there’s a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the seven bridges road
(Lyrics excerpted from Seven Bridges Road written by Steve Young. Song made famous by The Eagles. Listen by clicking the link.)
August 18, 2008
August 12, 2008 at 08:45 A great narrative and song by Bruce Springsteen, from the album Tunnel of Love
(Listen to this cover)
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code
When something caught his eye, he'd measure his need
And then very carefully he'd proceed
Billy met a young girl in the early days of May
It was there in her arms he let his cautiousness slip away
In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim
He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him
On his right hand Billy tattooed the word love and on his left hand the word fear
The hand in which he held his fate was never clear
Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride
And with his own hands built a great house down by the riverside
Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right
He worked hard to fill their lives with happy days and loving nights
Alone on his knees in the darkness for steadiness he'd pray
For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay
One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin' his wife's name
She lay breathing beside him in a peaceful sleep, a thousand miles away
He got dressed in the moonlight and down to the highway he strode
When he got there he didn't find nothing but road
Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldn't name
Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain
At their bedside he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin so white
Filling their room with the beauty of God's fallen light
May 27, 2008 at 14:05 Click Spirit on the Water to dance along...
Spirit on the water
Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby
I can hardly sleep
I'm traveling by land
Traveling through the dawn of day
You're always on my mind
I can't stay away
I had forgotten about you
Then you turned up again
I always knew
We were meant to be more than friends
When you're near
It's just as plain as it can be
I'm wild about you, girl
You ought to be a fool about me
Can't explain
The sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart
You got the key to my brain
I've been trampling through mud
Praying to the powers above
I'm sweating blood
You got a face that begs for love
Life without you
Doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you
I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea
Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't treat me right
You do good all day
And then you do wrong all night
When you're with me
I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
What does it matter
What price I pay?
They brag about your sugar
Brag about it all over town
Put some sugar in my bowl
I feel like laying down
I'm as pale as a ghost
Holding a blossom on a stem
You ever seen a ghost?
No, but you have heard of them
I see you there
I'm blinded by the colors I see
I'll take good care
Of what belongs to me
I hear your name
Ringing up and down the line
I'm saying it plain
These ties are strong enough to bind
Now your sweet voice
Calls out from some old familiar shrine
I've got no choice
Can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind
I could live forever
With you perfectly
You don't ever
Have to make a fuss over me
From East to West
Ever since the world began
I only mean it for the best
I want to be with you in any way that I can
I've been in a brawl
Now I'm feeling the wall
I'm going away baby
I won't be back until fall
High on the hill
You can carry all my thoughts with you
You've numbed my will
This love could tear me in two
I want be with you in paradise
And it seems so unfair
I can't go to paradise no more
I killed a man back there
You think I'm over the hill
You think I'm past my prime
Let me see what you got
We can have a whoppin good time
--From the album Modern Times
May 24, 2008 at 18:06 
A gift from the lovely Granola Grrrl and now the official tea mug of Compost Studios. Thanks G-Grrrl! I've loved you since you were a sprout. XO
Standing at the crossroads, trying to read the signs
To tell me which way I should go to find the answer,
And all the time I know,
Plant your love and let it grow.
[Chorus:]
Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun, the rain, the snow,
Love is lovely, let it grow.
Looking for a reason to check out of my mind,
Trying hard to get a friend that I can count on,
But there's nothing left to show,
Plant your love and let it grow.
[Chorus]
Time is getting shorter and there's much for you to do.
Only ask and you will get what you are needing,
The rest is up to you.
Plant your love and let it grow.
[Chorus]
--Eric Clapton
May 24, 2008
May 2, 2008 at 10:20 She said something about going home
She said something about needing to spend some time alone
And she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
But she's already made up her mind
All my friends told me she was too young
Well I knew that myself and I tried to run
But the faster I ran the more I fell behind
Because she'd already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind
Now there is nothing so deep as the ocean
And there is nothing so high as the sky
And there is nothing so unwavering as a woman
When she's already made up her mind
So now she's sitting at one end of the kitchen table
And she is staring without an expression
And she is talking to me without moving her eyes
Because she's already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind
And she said something about going home
And she said something about needing to spend some time alone
And she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
But she'd already made up her mind
So my friend carry me down to the water's edge
And then sail with me out to that ocean deep
And let me go easy down over the side
And remember me to her
She's already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind
Possibly the most hauntingly beautiful video ever. So Southern in its scenes and sensibility.
See it here-- or here if you're in Europe.
May 2, 2008
April 16, 2008 at 06:22 
Copyright 2008 Compost Studios and Veronica McCabe Deschambault. All rights reserved.
Be on my side, I'll be on your side, baby
There is no reason for you to hide
It's so hard for me staying here all alone
When you could be taking me for a ride.
Neil Young--Down by the River
April 16, 2008
April 13, 2008 at 19:42 
Portsmouth, England. Copyright 2008 Veronica McCabe Deschambault.
I loved Once, a quiet movie about ordinary people that charms and enchants with its simplicity. It is set in Dublin and tells the story of two musicians, a young man who plays guitar on the streets as a busker and an even younger classically trained Czech pianist who cleans houses, sells flowers, and only gets to play music on a store piano.
Boy meets girl and what follows is less a typical movie romance and more like real life--a relationship that's layered and complex and slowly unfolding, with each character carrying a bit of baggage from the past and hopes for the future. Together these two make music together, forging a creative partnership that deepens into something more.
I'm always fascinated with learning about people's creative processes--how an artist,writer, performer, or musician translates inspiration into a finished product. Part of this movie's appeal to me was witnessing how these two worked, how their ideas, emotions, and talents came together.
The movie was made by an Irish filmmaker with an extremely limited budget. The lead roles were played by musicians, not actors. They wrote and performed the alternative folk songs that are integral to the story line and mood. The music is stunning, and the acting is refreshingly understated and real. I loved the way the movie was filmed using natural lighting and camera angles. The street scenes and indoor settings felt authentic, and I especially loved how the cameraman filmed the cafe scene through a window.
Without drama or sentimentality, Once tells the story of two people looking for love and artistic expression and finding it in unexpected places. In the end, it was the music that made me cry. Falling Slowly, which won an Oscar, has a haunting melody and a chorus I could not forget, words that cut to the very heart of me:
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Glen Hasard--Falling Slowly
April 13, 2008
March 4, 2008 at 08:09 
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,
Oh lets go back to the start.
Running in circles, Comin' up Tails
Heads on a science apart.
Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh take me back to the start.
--Coldplay
February 17, 2008 at 14:44 "So the girl I was
Turned into someone else
Keeping to myself
And from the light
I wasn't odd or strange
Just quietly rearranged
Sometimes the biggest change
Stays out of sight"
---Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Dreaming Road
Welcome to Compost Studios, the latest phase in the evolution of this blog and the rearrangement of my life. This is the culmination of changes that have been unfolding over the three years I've lived here in Belgium. Being an expat meant tossing my old life onto a compost heap, letting it break down, and waiting patiently for new growth to emerge.
After writing hundreds of pages, sharing my stories and experiences, and opening my life to judgement, I'm ready to step back and express myself and my creativity in a way that is both more and less personal. The future will bring more art, poetry, music, reviews, photography, and links, but far fewer personal stories.
Some of you have followed my story for a long time and have been loyal friends and supporters. Let's not lose touch. If you wish to be put on a mailing list and receive occasional e-mail updates from me, send a message to veronica@v-grrrl.com . Then you'll receive my V-Grrrl in America posts via e-mail. : ) And no, I won't send you anything else, no matter how cute/funny/informative it is. I promise!
Because I have the habit of looking back while moving forward, I've carried a bit of content over from the old site. Now it's time to turn over the rest, plow the field, plant again. I'm looking forward to seeing what sprouts this spring. I hope you are too.
February 17, 2008
February 17, 2008 at 11:30 
A million miles goes by in the blink of an eye
And so I cannot try to slow time down
And years are made of sand slipping through my hands
Even faster than the speed of sound
The stars are out tonight, the breeze is soft and light
As I'm walking right back to you
With nothing left to hide, the tears have all been cried
And the girl who died is walking too
Down the dreaming road, where the light is always gold
The air is never cold and always fine
And north is always true and you are always you
And I'm that girl you knew once upon a time
From The Dreaming Road by Mary Chapin Carpenter, Time*Sex*Love CD