The Giving of Love

A love song from Kenny to his lovely wife Rebecca, about 20 years in the making!

Kenny wrote and recorded the vocals and most of the instruments on his own, then kindly brought the tracks to the studio to see what magic our cadre of friends and collaborators might add to his creation.

Under Kenny’s gentle direction, Dan and Matt punctuated the first half of the song with guitar embellishments, then traded leads throughout the outro.

Rather than playing a standard drum part, Kevin opted to try emulating the sound of an orchestral percussion section via MIDI and plugin, drawing on long-ago memories of concert band rehearsals during spring semesters when the marching band moved indoors.

This one was a lot of fun to put together! Thanks, Kenny, for letting us contribute to your sweet song!

Kenny Tannehill - lyrics, songwriting, vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, piano/keyboard, sound effects, recording
Dan Hollands - electric guitar
Matt Appleberry - electric guitar
Kevin Craig - MIDI arrangement, recording, mixing

The Giving of Love
by Kenny Tannehill

Watching the breeze muss your hair,
See in your eyes a reflection so rare.
The giving of love –
You make it seem so effortless, yet so deliberate.
I see you do this when you’re beside me.

The prospect of love unconditionally,
To process my soul, to set my heart free.
It’s the giving of love.
You bring and share so naturally, so serendipitously,
I feel you do this when I’m around you.

Rolling fields and meadows has always set the stage for you.
It’s nature’s way of healing, gives reasons for believing
That catch you on your way to something new.

The warmth of your smile, I can feel from afar.
You walk in a room, I can sense who you are.
Must be the giving of love.
You dose it out so cautiously, with vulnerability,
I watch you do this when we’re together.

Sunshine through laughter has always kept your spirit free.
It’s giving clear direction, supporting love’s affection
That permeates your heart and keeps you yearning for love like new.

Ten lashes of steam embellish the theme.
Stand up and dream while on the flying machine,
Then twirl through the fire with red lights
Strapped around your pelvis, just like Elvis.
Don’t wanna slow this down.