Trying for some kind of love—isn’t that basically the story of human existence? I won’t wander very far into philosophical territory here; but seriously, at least my own life can be boiled down to this phrase. My earliest childhood memories are of a loving family of musical parents and a younger brother. I was raised in what most people would refer to as a Christian home, attending Protestant church services on Sunday mornings preceded by football games and marching band competitions on Fridays and Saturdays (my parents were music teachers, remember). Things were good. Somewhere along the way, childhood innocence was worn down, and the rest of my life has been a pursuit of the simple love I experienced as a boy.

The chorus of the song (and the song’s main idea) is about recognizing that, somehow, I drifted far away from the home I came from—a sort of prodigal’s son realization, if you’ll forgive the biblical reference. The heart of the song is in the trying, in the recognizing, even if I don’t know how to recover the lost time. The verses of the song tell more of the story of coming to that realization of distance and trying to make my way back home. The instrumental section of the song modulates directly and unexpectedly to a distant key (from D to B), which is purposefully disorienting; it eventually finds its way back to the original key of D, further pushing the idea of coming to this realization of being lost.

Lyrics:

I ran all night to you
I’m broken at the knees
I’ve forgotten all that’s true
All that heaven sees
Somewhere along
The storybook was tainted
It read me to a place I don’t belong

Now I’m living with defeat
Still alive but incomplete
Trying for some kind of love
I have no reward to show
I’ve lost everything I know
Trying for some kind of love
Trying for some kind of love

Laden here with you
Before the great divide
Of pain I can’t undo
To reach the distant side
Somewhere along
The storybook was tainted
A fairytale episode gone wrong

Stay tuned for Broken Stories #2: Lonely Side of Right.

“Trying for Some Kind of Love” appears on the debut LP Broken People (click here for where to buy). Lyrics written by Banks Nelson, copyright 2011 Broken People Music. All rights reserved.

Now that we’re over the small talk about weather and such, let me update you the next blog series. Broken Stories will be a twelve-part blog series—yes, that’s one for every song on Broken People (I know, I’m pretty clever). In each blog, I’ll take a song from the record, talk about the story behind it, and if there’s enough nerdy enthusiasm, possibly talk a bit about the nuts and bolts of the song (form, musical structure, and the like).

If you want to hear about nerd stuff like songwriting technique, musical structure, and production, leave a comment below to let me know you’re interested! Anonymous nerdity is acceptable, of course.

Next blog: Broken Stories: Trying for Some Kind of Love.

We met Nicholas Young, Heather Bond fan and recent Banks Nelson convert. (What can I say, I’m like a cigar-smoking evangelist!) After an intimate acoustic set and a beer or two, Nicholas picked up a copy of Broken People, mentioning something in passing about a new internet radio venture he was about to explore.

I’m pleased to say that we just recorded an interview, complete with strategically-placed tunes from Broken People and intermingled with a lot of interesting conversation—a bit of my backstory as well as music talk, spiritual talk, and hack pop culture commentary. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and you might pick up a cigar.

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On a side note, there are still a few more patient project fuelers waiting for their rewards packages. Rest assured, I haven’t forgotten about you! Your rewards will be on their way shortly.

I didn’t know Elaine well, but we shared many great experiences together as a part of the Fairborn High School Marching Band. Thanks to social networking, we got back in touch (however briefly) recently, and Elaine—full of faith, enthusiasm, and creativity—generously supported the campaign to produce Broken People. Though it is not mentioned in the liner notes, I would like to dedicate “Field of Stones” to Elaine Marie England.

Click here to read her full obituary.