1 March 2009 -
Growing up in the high plains of western Kansas during the 70s and the 80s it would seem unlikely that St. Louis performer Celia Shacklett would come across the likes of Bruce Cockburn and his music. "We listened to music in our house a lot: classical musis, operas, musical theatre", and the only music available on the radio was strictly mainstream contemporary, "Encountering Bruce Cockburnís music ... was a miracle", she says.
When she was 15 her brother tossed her a copy of Bruceís 1989 LIVE album; he quickly became her musical and songwriting idol. She poured over his lyrics, learning to play guitar listening to Hills of Morning and One Day I Walk. In 1994, at 18 years old, months away from graduating high school she found herself on the eve of her fatherís funeral. "That particular night, I knew I was learning something that would last me the rest of my life: ... people and situations change, whether you want them to or not, and not much is constant." Grateful for Bruceís music and the place it held in her heart she was able to convey her feelings in a letter she wrote to Bruce. To her amazement he wrote her back and they continued writing for several years. Finally they met in Lawrence, Kansas in the summer of 1997. Over the years their friendship has continued to flourish and when she asked him in 2007 to contribute to her recording project she says he didnít miss a beat, "Well, I have a pretty busy schedule, but if you can make this convenient for me, Iíd love to."
They connected in Memphis, the summer of 2007 while he was there for his own gig and spent an evening co-writing a song called, Things Youíll Miss. Working from Celiaís own ideas for the song he helped her write a chord progression and a melody, and helped develop the lyrics. She found working with Bruce as natural and easy-going as their friendship. She says this song is, "a song about death, about someone you love about to die or having just died, and youíre angry and spiteful, saying why would you ever want to go and do that?" She feels itís a tribute to Bruce and her dad and Western Kansas, " ... and all the folks that I once knew that will die before I ever have a chance to look into their eyes again."
Won't you miss us demons when you go?
Don't you think you'll wonder where we've gone?
When you shuck your body like a pheasant skin
a husk of corn
these are the things you'll miss. . .
Suzanne Myers - firstname.lastname@example.org