Country Gentleman Jack
Episode #208: Country Gentleman Jack (song starts at 4:30)
\nBack in 1993, I was the piano man at Wairakei resort, in New Zealand\u2019s north island, near Taupo - beautiful place.
\nOutside of my regular entertainment in the restaurant hours, I wrote songs like this one: Country Gentleman Jack, song #319.
\nAs part of the contract, I was also hired to play piano vocal music for conventions. One particular calm winters evening, I found myself in the scene, playing away, equal parts lost in the music and also keeping an eye the patrons, making sure what I\u2019m doing suited the moment. It\u2019s an art.
\nI happened to glance up mid song and noticed an older chap at the bar. He seemed like a fish out of water, amongst all the city types, the suits and Shiraz and scotches, He really looked like he was from the country with his quiet expression and quiet beer. So much so, it looked like he\u2019d beamed in from another age.
\nHe wasn\u2019t awkward though, he nodded with social grace, a gentleman. But I could see he wasn\u2019t exactly tied up in any conversations with everyone. Perhaps he was watching the piano man for a moment and that\u2019s what caused me to look up.
\nI took a break, wandered over to the bar and without great emphasis quietly said gidday. Code for \u2018you know I\u2019m from the country, too, or part of me is. I think I can see you might be feeling a bit uncomfortable there\u2026\u2019
\nSo we wandered outside for a yarn.
\nJust this week at the market someone asked me what\u2019s the best thing about making a living from my art and music. I replied with just a slight breath in and out, the people. It\u2019s what is all about.
\nLike any calling, any business, any life we are all designed to cross paths with people, exchange information, learn stuff (or not) and carry on.
\nSome people really stay in your mind. Jack was one of those characters that pretty much ended up writing a song for me.
\nWriting the lyrics was easy. Back in my hotel room, in a somewhat reflective mood, it was just a matter of letting my mind flick back through scenes of the evening.
\nSome of the lines were were pretty much just reporting. What I thought Jack might be thinking, his actions, where we went, outside into the crisp evening to catch some air. And this:
\nThe look on his face when it came to when we had to go back into the room. Unfamiliar ground, for Jack. For me, it was back to the piano.
\nAt the end of the bracket, I couldn\u2019t see Jack in the crowd. So I wandered back outside. It really was a stunning place, in the country. The stars were always crystal clear, bright and close.
\nAs I walked out the door, a truck trundled by. It was Jack. He wound down the window , smiled and wished me luck. And with that he trundled up the driveway and headed off down the highway, into the night, leaving the bright shiny scene behind him...and none too soon, I suspect.
\nSo the lyrics came together quickly for me, as they often do. We had some common ground. I\u2019d spent a lot of my childhood school holidays on farms, with my dad, hunting and fishing. You learn the ropes. There is no rush in the country. Unless stock ( the animals) need urgent attention - or the rain was about to hit with the hay on the ground... Then it\u2019s all go. Other than that there\u2019s all the time in the world. Because you\u2019re in touch with the land , the seasons, the language of the weather ...etc. it appeals to me.
\nSo it was a chance for me to dip into these sorts of feelings and experiences- while relating a tale like a country yarn (and it\u2019s a cardinal sin to rush a country person\u2019s yarn). It\u2019s connection, self worth, reflection. It\u2019s a rite not to be dismissed.
\nTo catch some of those feelings in the words was fun.
\nWhen I sat at the piano the next day, I had a gentle smile on my face. I knew I had a story, some feeling, all of which was a natural fit for me.
\nWhen the words feel that way, it seems the music flows easily.