This past weekend I was asked to do a last minute set at my favorite restaurant Julia's Vegetarian Restaurant in Pacific Grove, CA (one of my favorite towns too!). Here is the live stream from Instagram (@adamlopezguitar) that I shot using my phone.
It's mostly new original material that's been written in the past year including tracks from the upcoming album "Vol. 1 The Love We Were Born".
Why do I bother sharing music with people? It would be so much easier to be an introvert who makes music solely for personal enjoyment in the privacy of my own environment. It would be so much easier than to face the possibility of rejection, self doubt, and the trials and tribulations that go along with the 'job' of making music. But for some reason, I'm compelled. It's what I have to offer the world that might make it a better place for even just one more soul. It's how I best know to communicate. It just feels right...
"Remember Me Too". Words and Music by Adam Lopez
Hello my love, it’s been too long But now you’re home where the faith is strong.
Nothing’s changed. The furniture’s in place. And I’m still here. Please recognize my face.
For out time is too short and our history too long T
o go out like this, as though we live in the dark
If you only knew what I remember of you
If only you could remember me too
We’re dancing again like we used to do
You’re my Reason but I’m a stranger to you
The music plays on but only I can sing along
But maybe someday you’ll remember our song
And the times we shared and all the reasons we care
I wrote this song in the day the following John Prine's death. We had just settled into the realities of our current pandemic situation, the loss of jobs, the death of Bill Withers, and then the great John Prine due to complications from Covid-19. Two of my songwriting heros gone in span of 8? days and life as I knew it no longer the same....I plan on including this song on the upcoming album tentatively titled "The Love We Were Born"; due August of 2020.
I’m feeling claustrophobic as I’m sure you are too. Been stuck in this apartment trying to invent things to do.
So I sleep through the morning and wake up half past noon. I’ve lived through many a thing but nothing quite like this flu.
I know we’re all in this together; separately apart. But life is still wondrous when you open up your heart.
And pancakes for dinner. And making love for lunch. Things could be a whole lot worse like a day without your touch.
Ain’t no sunshine since you’ve gone to Paradise with John. A bizarre week it’s been, I hope we never meet again.
Baby I’m glad you recovered. I’m not angry or making blame. I know we’ll love one another in another time and another place
For the mailman always delivers like the sun shines above. I know we’ll love again for in this process I trust.
So don’t be hard on yourself. I know you’re not to blame. We’ll meet again soon, on that higher plane.