Becky Reyes
Words and Music by Becky Reyes

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Liner Notes for Always Evolving
(Becky Reyes) 

  

 

Well, here we are again, trying to get my music out to you. This is another home-spun CD of my original music. We recorded these songs at Sean Trachtmans’ house, some of them in one take! Thank you Sean and Jane for all of your support, for helping us at the very last minute and for the extra instruments on Foolin’ Everyone!
We Are Always Evolving (Every Day) was written one day after writing a long letter to my sexy, gorgeous, smart, ballsy-as-hell, YOUNG niece, Amanda. You see, I had this tune stuck in my head with no words, so I went back to that letter and copied it and rhymed it up. Amanda my dear, remind me, frequently that we are always evolving, every day.
Foolin’ Everyone was written in 1997. I used to play at the Quarter Moon Coffee House and there was this artist who used to come in to hear me play. He always seemed to be reading a book, but I’d catch him peeking out from behind that book.
Mary’s Room was written in 1989 when I was living in the Finger Lakes area of New York. My good friend, Mary Wilkes and I were up in her room, drinking coffee, tormenting her cats (but in a good way) and making up silly lyrics to songs. At one short but somber point in the afternoon, she talked about the desire to someday make it to San Francisco, and I remember catching a glimpse of her in the mirror and she looked so beautiful and a little sad.
Hollywood Sign was also written while I was in the Finger Lakes. I left Los Angeles in 1985 and ended up in a little cabin in western New York State.
Echoing the Blues was about a person I had met who thought I might fit in with his lifestyle. I bristled. He left. 
Threads of Steel was written when I was still in my 30’s. In fact, I was just entering my 30’s when a sociology professor asked, “…you do know that you’re too old to make it in the music industry, don’t you?” I’d like to say to him that I’m in my 50’s now and having the time of my life.
Mrs. Sam Stone is a sad song. Yes, it’s about John Prine’s Sam Stone, but told from the perspective of his wife. It was on the Posterity CD, but this is a new recording and I think my voice is better on this one.
Hoops was written long before I ever married and had a child. Now, my husband and son hold the hoops I willingly jump through every day.
The Winter Man is a little ditty I wrote when I lived in the cabin. I lived alone and during the winter months could go weeks without seeing anyone up there. Thank goodness I had a job that required I leave the cabin and actually be around other human beings. But I sure do miss that little cabin.
Time is a Healer was written one night when I was ruminating over an argument that occurred when I was about 15. I was really upset, but then realized, “Becky, WHAT are you doing? That happened DECADES ago! You’re not even friends with that person anymore. Snap out of it! It just doesn’t matter anymore!”
Vallarta is the only song on this disc that was written by me and another person. Todd Stratton was my mentor so many years ago. He drilled me with picking patterns for hours at a time and reminded me to keep it clean and simple. One day, I worked out a beautiful little tune and took it to him. He started playing leads over it and it blossomed into a beautiful little piece. I was anticipating a trip to Puerto Vallarta at the time so the tune became Vallarta. That’s Todd playing lead. 
Thank you so much for your support. Singing for you is one of the great pleasures in my life these days. I also want to thank my dad & mom, Gil & Becky Reyes for their love and support and encouragement. I was a terror growing up and we didn’t always get along, but these days, we’re closer than ever. Dad’s the one who’s responsible for my musical taste. Throughout my life, he introduced me to so many musicians and genres of music. Thank you also to my son Gilbert, who keeps me sane (now how many parents can say that?) and who taught me that no matter how much you think you love in this life, there’s always more love just around the corner, and my husband Scott Muhleman for being my friend, my lover, my confidante, my roadie, and the best damn harp player I’ve ever known.
-Becky Reyes

Well, here we are again, trying to get my music out to you. This is another home-spun CD of my original music. We recorded these songs at Sean Trachtmans’ house, some of them in one take! Thank you Sean and Jane for all of your support, for helping us at the very last minute and for the extra instruments on Foolin’ Everyone!

We Are Always Evolving (Every Day) was written one day after writing a long letter to my sexy, gorgeous, smart, ballsy-as-hell, YOUNG niece, Amanda. You see, I had this tune stuck in my head with no words, so I went back to that letter and copied it and rhymed it up. Amanda my dear, remind me, frequently that we are always evolving, every day.

Foolin’ Everyone was written in 1997. I used to play at the Quarter Moon Coffee House and there was this artist who used to come in to hear me play. He always seemed to be reading a book, but I’d catch him peeking out from behind that book.

Mary’s Room was written in 1989 when I was living in the Finger Lakes area of New York. My good friend, Mary Wilkes and I were up in her room, drinking coffee, tormenting her cats (but in a good way) and making up silly lyrics to songs. At one short but somber point in the afternoon, she talked about the desire to someday make it to San Francisco, and I remember catching a glimpse of her in the mirror and she looked so beautiful and a little sad.

Hollywood Sign was also written while I was in the Finger Lakes. I left Los Angeles in 1985 and ended up in a little cabin in western New York State.

Echoing the Blues was about a person I had met who thought I might fit in with his lifestyle. I bristled. He left. 

Threads of Steel was written when I was still in my 30’s. In fact, I was just entering my 30’s when a sociology professor asked, “…you do know that you’re too old to make it in the music industry, don’t you?” I’d like to say to him that I’m in my 50’s now and having the time of my life.

Mrs. Sam Stone is a sad song. Yes, it’s about John Prine’s Sam Stone, but told from the perspective of his wife. It was on the Posterity CD, but this is a new recording and I think my voice is better on this one.

Hoops was written long before I ever married and had a child. Now, my husband and son hold the hoops I willingly jump through every day.

The Winter Man is a little ditty I wrote when I lived in the cabin. I lived alone and during the winter months could go weeks without seeing anyone up there. Thank goodness I had a job that required I leave the cabin and actually be around other human beings. But I sure do miss that little cabin.

Time is a Healer was written one night when I was ruminating over an argument that occurred when I was about 15. I was really upset, but then realized, “Becky, WHAT are you doing? That happened DECADES ago! You’re not even friends with that person anymore. Snap out of it! It just doesn’t matter anymore!

Vallarta is the only song on this disc that was written by me and another person. Todd Stratton was my mentor so many years ago. He drilled me with picking patterns for hours at a time and reminded me to keep it clean and simple. One day, I worked out a beautiful little tune and took it to him. He started playing leads over it and it blossomed into a beautiful little piece. I was anticipating a trip to Puerto Vallarta at the time so the tune became Vallarta. That’s Todd playing lead. 

Thank you so much for your support. Singing for you is one of the great pleasures in my life these days. I also want to thank my dad & mom, Gil & Becky Reyes for their love and support and encouragement. I was a terror growing up and we didn’t always get along, but these days, we’re closer than ever. Dad’s the one who’s responsible for my musical taste. Throughout my life, he introduced me to so many musicians and genres of music. Thank you also to my son Gilbert, who keeps me sane (now how many parents can say that?) and who taught me that no matter how much you think you love in this life, there’s always more love just around the corner, and my husband Scott Muhleman for being my friend, my lover, my confidante, my roadie, and the best damn harp player I’ve ever known.
-Becky Reyes

 

Lyrics

I know who you are, I’ve read your blog
You’re a beautiful child, a superstar
You remind me so much of me when I was your age
I don’t care what they say
We are always evolving, every day
I want you to know you’re not alone
You’re young, that’s a good thing. This I know.
You won’t ever know everything, even when you’re my age
I don’t care what they say
We are always evolving, every day
And I don’t care where you are tonight
And I’m not here to help you see the light
Just think this through. You know you’ll get it right
Have some faith in yourself. You’ll find your way.
We are always evolving every day.
Every year of your life, you’ll have a thought
How you’re life’s turned out, how you’ve cast your lot
How you’re not like you were, honey, in a younger age
I don’t care what they say
We are always evolving, every day
Though your family and friends may pass on through
The most beautiful friend you’ll have is you
You’re the only thing constant even though you will age
I don’t care what they say
We are always evolving, every day
And I don’t care where you are tonight
And I’m not here to help you see the light
Just think this through. You know you’ll get it right
Have some faith in yourself. You’ll find your way.
We are always evolving every day.
Becky Reyes
2010-02-14
Music & Lyrics by Becky Reyes

Story

Foolin’ Everyone was written in 1997. I used to play at the Quarter Moon Coffee House and there was this artist who used to come in to hear me play. He always seemed to be reading a book, but I’d catch him peeking out from behind that book.

Lyrics

I’ve been walkin’ on this street
I’ve been lookin’ for your face
And I’m damn tired of singin’ love songs
When I’m not in love
 
Well you came onto my scene
Your eyes were glued to your book
You watched me out of the corner of your eye
No I did not notice, no I did not notice
 
And I did not notice the earthquake
And I did not notice the sun
And I did not notice the smile on my face
I was foolin’ everyone, foolin’ everyone
 
I’ve been listening to your voice
I’ve been thinkin’ about your smile
I’ve been thinkin’ how you light up the room
How you look at tme that way, look at me that way
 
I try to keep this heart from thumpin’
I try to keep these ears from ringin’
I try to keep my hopes from leavin’ this world
The thought of you makes, makes my senses swirl

Becky Reyes
2010-00-00
Becky Reyes with respect to John Prine who wrote the original, "Sam Stone".

Story

Mrs. Sam Stone is a sad song. Yes, it’s about John Prine’s Sam Stone, but told from the perspective of his wife.

Lyrics

 

Mrs. Sam Stone
© 1991 Becky Reyes
 
Sammy got his orders. They picked him up at dawn 
What will I do now that he’s gone?
With one just barely two and another on the way
I swear that I can still hear Sammy say
He said don’t fret too much, I’ll be back before you know it
You won’t even notice I’ve gone
I’ll write home every week and I’ll send you some money
So baby, don’t turn to stone - It won’t be easy, leave it alone
Sammy did his tour with two hundred thousand other
And Westmoreland was askin’ for more
We watched on our TV’s to search for faces and caualties
Wonderin’ if we’d see a face from home
After eighteen long months we didn’t know who he was
Hell Sammy wasn’t so sure himself
With some metal in his leg and a medal for his trouble
He said, “Baby, I’m glad to be home. It won’t be easy comin’ back home”
Sammy did his best but soon his best was clouded over
The rush made him feel real numb
Wasn’t nothin’ we could do just live our lives against the blue
And we all had to fight our demons, too
Sammy often looked at us with sorrow in his eyes
Sometimes he’d look right through
And his brother helped us out when Sammy took to stayin’ out
He said, “Sammy, he’s out getting stoned. I thought maybe he’d come back home”
Sammy was alone when he shot up his last dime
Brother found him slumped in a chair
And all that I have left is this flag from his coffin
And tears to last a hundred thousand years
But I just have to add I remember the man
Not the soldier that Washington had
I don’t know why you died. You were all torn up inside
I guess out there you just turned to stone
And Sammy know that you’re not alone
And baby, take my love home.

Mrs. Sam Stone
© 1991 Becky Reyes 

Sammy got his orders. They picked him up at dawn 
What will I do now that he’s gone?
With one just barely two and another on the way
I swear that I can still hear Sammy say

He said, "Don’t fret too much, I’ll be back before you know it
You won’t even notice I’ve gone
I’ll write home every week and I’ll send you some money
So baby, don’t turn to stone - It won’t be easy, leave it alone".

Sammy did his tour with two hundred thousand others
And Westmoreland was askin’ for more
We watched on our TV’s to search for faces and casualties
Wonderin’ if we’d see a face from home

After eighteen long months we didn’t know who he was
Hell Sammy wasn’t so sure himself
With some metal in his leg and a medal for his trouble
He said, “Baby, I’m glad to be home. It won’t be easy comin’ back home”

Sammy did his best but soon his best was clouded over
The rush made him feel real numb
Wasn’t nothin’ we could do, just live our lives against the blue
And we all had to fight our demons, too

Sammy often looked at us with sorrow in his eyes
Sometimes he’d look right through
And his brother helped us out when Sammy took to stayin’ out
He said, “Sammy, he’s out getting stoned. I thought maybe he’d come back home”

Sammy was alone when he shot up his last dime
Brother found him slumped in a chair
And all that I have left is this flag from his coffin
And tears to last a hundred thousand years

But I just have to add I remember the man
Not the soldier that Washington had
I don’t know why you died. You were all torn up inside
I guess out there you just turned to stone
And Sammy know that you’re not alone
And baby, take my love home.

Dedicated to all our VETERANS who sacrificed so much to provide us with the best defense system a body could ever want. Thank you. Just know that when I sing this in public, in private, even when I think of this song, I often well up with tears so if I cry, you know why...

 

Becky Reyes
2010-02-14
Music & Lyrics by Becky Reyes

Story

Hollywood Sign was also written while I was in the Finger Lakes. I left Los Angeles in 1985 and ended up in a little cabin in western New York State.

My little cabin

Lyrics

Sittin’ on a stump with a buddy of mine
Far away from the Hollywood sign
Tellin’ him the difference it has made so fine
Far away from the Hollywood sign
Far away from the Hollywood sign
 
I grew up east of the City of Angels
Near a freeway and a railroad track
Eatin’ mass production from the bakery
An eighth of an acre in a housing tract
A quarter million’s too much for that
 
But I spent my summers in south AZ
All my cousins and me and my family
Runnin’ through the desert and a-chasin’ a dream
Ask a lot of questions on my grandpa’s knee
But summers would end and that dream would leave
 
Back in the city get to work by eight
The traffic report says enjoy the wait
An hour for lunch at your favorite café
Right next door almost every day
You put in your hours and collect your pay
 
The apples we ate had a waxy shine
If the birds wouldn’t touch them then why should I?
Always made sure we were locked up tight
Never walked alone in the city at night
Avoided the towns where the gangs would fight
 
But I couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout another life
Where the seasons change and the air is light
How in the hell did I ever survive?
I packed my bags and I said goodbye
I left LA when I was twenty five
 
I came to the country with a dream in my head
I have a little cabin and a garden bed
I pick on my flat-top and I sing with my friends
I sing Hallelujah I’m alive again
Hallelujah I’m alive again
 
Sittin’ on a stump with a buddy of mine
Far away from the Hollywood sign
Tellin’ him the difference it has made so fine
Far away from the Hollywood sign
Far away from the Hollywood sign

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