| True Lovers In The Sky |
| To warm up my voice my Music Man, Jeff had me sing the song a few times. Every time I belted the lines, They are the ones we love / Who fit like ball in glove / And everywhere we go / They’re tucked inside us, I felt uncomfortable. After a few missed takes I said, “I really need to light two candles while I sing this one.” I had never made that request before and felt a little dumb asking. Jeff, who is like a benevolent big brother to me, got a glass bowl, placed two tea lights in it and put the bowl on his grand piano where my glass of water sat on a napkin. If I have a song memorized I sing with my shoes off and my eyes closed. But with True Lovers I felt a need to change the words here and there, so I kept my eyes on the lyric sheets. When I got to the final line, Only heavens in the sky has the story and the glories of true love, I closed my eyes and placed the music on top of the piano and held the final note for four seconds. When I opened my eyes the lyric sheets were on fire. Jeff had not seen it happen because his back was to me. I quickly blew the flames out, scattering grey ashes all over his piano top. Luckily, the wood was not damaged. The music sheets were scorched at the edges, but no words were obscured. We both began laughing. What did it mean? Was this proof of how hot the love affair had been? Or was this a sign that even in the pain of rejection, you could capture that heat and turn it into art? |
| History of This Song |
