Veda Hille
&
Bart Davenport
From ANDRAS JONES: I’ve been making music and art with Veda Hille (pronounced Vay-Du Hill-EE) for several decades ever since we shared a bill in Vancouver with my old friend Dan Bern. I’d like to say it was I who recognized her brilliance at first but I’m pretty sure it was my then wife, Heidi Love, who initially grooved on Veda’s shine and picked up a couple of CD’s. I’m pretty sure by the end of the drive home I was just as big a fan as Heidi. Thus began a trend which continues to this day of my booking and promoting shows for her (mostly in Olympia) when I was still a touring musician, and then having her as a guest on Radio8Ball once my attention shifted. Veda and Bart inhabit the same musical universe to me, in that I have known them both for more than twenty years, years in which I have marveled and envied their accomplishments as artists, while simultaneously sharing their frustrations that the wider world has not elevated them the way it has fer lesser talents. I actually don’t know how frustrated they are. I just know that I am frustrated every time I say one of their names to someone who seems to be in the know about music only to encounter a blank look of ignorance. Thus are artists like Veda and Bart the dust in the circuits of the music business, reminding us that the wires are corrupt and limiting and the best music happens out in the wild open air.
Dust In The Circuits
Steady hands reach out to you
From all over the world
You want to go
Where the traffic moves so slow
Lost in the wilderness of
Your imagination
Looking for a heart
That’s beating just for you
Hidden away somewhere, waiting for you
And just when you find
What you’ve been dreaming of
There will be dust in the circuits
Dust in the circuits
Dust in the circuits of love
Long nights in work mode
Mornings in shambles
Ironically, your recurring theme
Connection
Always out of the loop
Never mind the network
Trying to be someone
That would appeal to you
Basically, your priority is you
And just when you find
What you’ve been dreaming of
There will be dust in the circuits
Dust in the circuits
Dust in the circuits of love
Days, months and years go by
With little or no action
Suddenly there’s a spark?
Worth a question mark
Dreams are electric
And so is your new lover
For the torn heart
He’s a sewing machine
You’re still reading every line in-between
Just when you found
What you were dreaming of
There was dust in the circuits
Dust in the circuits
Dust in the circuits of love
