The Farm House Sessions is a live jam band project created to help me decide which songs I should record for my debut album, due for release in 2019.

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The Farm House Sessions

Warren Attwell

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  1. 1 She Makes Love So Easy 03:39
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  2. 2 Electricity 03:06
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  3. 3 You Make Me Complete 03:13
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  4. 4 How Will I Know? 03:53
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  5. 5 Picture of Perfect 03:36
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  6. 6 To Be In Love 03:00
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Stories from the Writers Room - Picture of Perfect 

“...How did I come to deserve this? 
You, you’re a picture of perfect...” 

I’m sat in the living room of a terraced house on the outskirts of Belfast.  This is the third or fourth time I’ve written with my buddy Ryan McMullan and we’ve now developed a ritualistic catch up over brunch before ever putting pen to paper.  The food in fact, has almost become more of a priority than the writing itself; understandable for anyone who has experienced the delights of the General Merchants breakfast menu. 

Ryan takes up his usual lounging position on the sofa, beautiful Lowden guitar in hand and starts picking out an incredibly gorgeous melody over pedal bass notes.  Immediately being drawn to it, as usual I ask him tentatively ‘have you used that in anything yet?‘  Finding out that he hasn’t my adrenalin naturally starts to rush. 

I wish that I could tell you that we wrote this based on a particular experience or moment in time (it would make for a really beautiful story if we had) but sadly we didn’t.  I guess subconsciously however, we were both trying to capture one of those moments you experience when you truly fall in love with someone and you almost have to take a step back in wonder, thinking to yourself ‘Why me?  What have I really done to deserve the love of such an incredible human being?’ 

“...And when all is said and done I guess what it comes down to 
Is life’s too short to be living it without you...” 

I can still hear the excitement in Ryan’s voice when I managed to slip in the word ‘soothing’ into that first verse; a word that perfectly described the feeling that guitar melody gave me when I first heard it and in turn, the feeling you often get when you’re with someone that makes you feel truly special.  I also remember arguing with him about the sustained notes throughout the chorus, claiming that they were killing the overall flow of the song.  In hindsight I’m really glad that he stood his ground and refused to give in to my admittedly inaccurate observation. 

Rather humorously, I can still vividly recall the very first time we got together to write.  The session was pretty much a train crash for both of us, spending hours scratching our heads and ending up with nothing of any real substance by the end of it.  I remember walking away feeling completely deflated, convinced he would never want to write with me again.  Little did I know, taking the chance on each other just a few more times would lead to quite possibly one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever been involved in writing... 

Just goes to show what a little persistence and a good breakfast can achieve!

Stories from the Writers Room - How Will I Know? 

‘...There are things in this world of which you can never be sure 
But I hope when I find me the girl that I’ve been searching for 
That there will be trumpets and there will be signs...’ 

It was a rainy Wednesday in June, one of those rainy days that just makes the entirety of life feel truly grim.  This means that today I shall write a sad song, or at least one that has a fairly sombre vibe.  I’ve not long returned from a highly successful writing trip to Nashville, Tennessee and, although I’m once again worried that my well of inspiration could soon run dry after an intensive few weeks, my spirits are high and the ideas are still flowing.

Having recently had one of those conversations with a friend where we're trying to understand women (never gonna happen!) and having separated from my wife a few months before, the question is constantly on my mind; how will I know when I’ve actually found ‘the one’?  His response to this eternal mystery was simply, ’you’ll know when you know!’  Sadly I had already used that golden nugget of a line while writing in Nashville, and so, still longing for some more concrete answers, today I returned to my original question..

From memory the guitar riff you hear repeated throughout the song was what really kickstarted the process, immediately giving me that John Mayer vibe that I’m forever longing to emulate!  The lyrics that subsequently followed turned into a series of fairly organic questions, a mixture of romanticized diarrhea and practical observations of my own fairly prevalent insecurities.

‘...How will I know that it’s not just lust? 
And how will I know when someone is willing to put up with me?...’ 

I can remember at the time feeling utterly fascinated by the concept that there might be one person that I was ultimately destined to be with; someone who had been created for me to love and feel loved by in return.  It’s an idea that continues to fascinate me and my opinions and understanding of it are constantly evolving.  However, I do think in a lot of ways that I, like many others, have often become an unassuming victim to this almost divine concept, leading me to make decisions in my own life, for better or worse, based on that romantic principle. 

Now I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with being hopelessly romantic, it's just that in my experience I have found that such ideas can cause us to hold on to relationships that we would be much better letting go of, or alternatively to let go of relationships which could in fact prove truly fulfilling in the long run.

There have been many times however, when my faith in this divine notion has seemed almost unshakable.  Times when for instance, I have met people with whom I have just immediately clicked, in a romantic or platonic way, and my soul has felt inexplicably reignited.  For whatever reason our vibrations and our energy as individuals seem to compliment each other perfectly, like how the notes in a major or minor chord can fuse together to transport us into another frame of mind instantaneously.  But life would be pretty boring if it was all just major or minor, black or white, good or bad.. what makes it really interesting is when we add some colour, or experience some kind of dischord, because ultimately I believe that we need to experience our full palette of emotions in order to appreciate the full beauty of resolve when it finally arrives!

Even if, like me, the word energy seems a little bit abstract and bull-shitty at times, I think we can all agree that every one of us experience changes in our own emotions and energy on a moment to moment basis and can normally tell when someone else’s energy is a little off.  Given that our emotions and energy are constantly in flux, maybe then it is simply by chance, that when we experience those moments of real connection with another human being, it's just a case of the right combination of vibrations at the right moment in time. 

In summary, and after all of the questions outlined in the lyrics of this song, I’ll more than likely still hold out hope for the trumpets but I’m not sure any of us should feel under any real pressure to wait for ‘the one’.  Instead, seek out good energy and do your best to compliment that as much as possible with your own.. if you both can do the same for each other, no matter who you end up with, I think things should be alright..

Then again.. I could also be full of shit!

Stories from the Writers Room - You Make Me Complete 

‘...If this life is just a puzzle then you’re my missing piece 
You make me complete...’

It’s New Years Day 2018 and I’m on the motorway driving home from a wedding ceremony in a little town called Moira.  Considering it’s January in Ireland the weather is incredible and the countryside stretching out either side of my car looks even more green and beautiful than usual.  The first day of a new year; a year in which I’ve decided to make a lot of changes in my working life, about time I start getting serious about this whole songwriting thing I reckon. 

For the past 7 months or so I’ve struggled to write anything more than a isolated verse or chorus at a time.. no real focus, no idea what I really want to say anymore, unsure if I’ll ever manage to finish a full song ever again (dramatic I know.. where’s my Hans Zimmer soundtrack when I need it?!)  But now that I’m getting serious about this whole writing thing, I’ve gotta start finishing songs.. so I promise myself that in the few free hours I have that afternoon that I’m going to at least start something to be completed by the end of that week.

I get home, make myself a cup of honey and lemon tea, get the guitar out of it’s case and look at myself longingly in the living room mirror, wondering if I’m wasting my time.  Over the past year I’ve decided I want to write some grittier rock songs like those of the Black Keys, so I hop on Spotify and listen to my favourite track from their stellar El Camino album, ‘Gold On The Ceiling’.  The thing that always immediately grabs me about this song is the driving groove and I quickly decide to use that same groove as my springboard.  I start strumming some minor chords along with that same chugging rhythm and before I know it I’m riffing a melody over them.  There’s something about a New Year that always feels reinvigorating and so, feeling excited by the thought of new beginnings in my own personal life, I’m pretty sure I want to write about that.  Then suddenly out of nowhere the phrase ‘kiss me like it’s New Years Eve’ falls out of my mouth and my mind begins spiralling in an entirely different direction.   

For the past year or so I’ve been fascinated with the idea that there is someone divinely created for all of us, that idea of finding ‘the one’, the person who helps to restore the yin and yang balance we all so desperately need in our lives.  In my experiences of love and in particular those times when your heart feels inexplicably intertwined with that other person, everything just feels right.  Every kiss possesses the adulation you feel on the stroke of midnight as the New Year begins.. every embrace feels so good you just never want to let go.

‘...You smile at me, my heart explodes, you’ve got my mind believing 
In fairytales and legends of a life of greater meaning...’

Over the course of the next hour or so I find myself fully immersed in that flow state of writing, I’m completely submissive to the muse that has found its way back into the room after such a lengthy vacation.  I try to verbalise my romanticised ideas of what finally finding ‘the one’ might actually feel like.. the idea that they’re someone you simply can’t live without, the way in which they effortlessly soothe your soul and heal your heartache, and how (despite your imperfections, hang ups and fears) they see you for who you truly are and still choose to love you unconditionally regardless.  Here’s hoping my romanticised ideas of perfect love are closer to reality for some than I can often hold out hoping for myself...

Stories from the Writers Room - Electricity 

‘...While everybody else is busy acting so dumb  
We’ve been busy making plans for the long run...’  

I’m running late to yet another writing session... I pull off Music Row and park my Chevrolet hastily in what looks like a typical office building car park.  Not only is this my first ever writing trip to Nashville, it’s also the first time I’ve ever been invited to write at a publisher’s office and I’ve got to admit I’m just a little nervous.  I briefly say hello to the secretary and the owner of the publishing company before swiftly making my way up the stairs to my work space for the day... the gold plaques hanging on the wall of Keith Urban’s ‘Somebody Like You’ and other hits from his Golden Road album simultaneously fill me with excitement and the dread that I’m probably not at all worthy of being here right now...  

The writers room isn’t really what I was expecting (although I didn’t really know what to expect at all!) and feels just like a typical office work space, with the exception of the sofa and digital piano nestled in the corner.  Feeling underwhelmed by the relatively dull surroundings, the room simply lights up when I see the smile on my co-writers face and I’m warmly welcomed by Charley Stefl, a seasoned songwriter who has had songs cut by artists like Blake Shelton, Lee Ann Womack, George Jones and Garth Brooks... no pressure then...  

The only real advice I’d ever heard about writing with people at this level was that the least successful person in the room should always be the one to bring ideas to the table.  You should always have a few up your sleeve and pray that there’s a golden nugget amongst them that the more successful writer likes.  Being the non-conformist that I am, naturally I’ve turned up with empty sleeves, but thankfully I do have a pretty good story to tell!  

While partying in the Bourbon Street Blues Bar a few nights before, I ended up hanging out with a group of complete strangers, two of which had only met a few days prior yet to my hawk eye seemed head over heels in love.  Realising that I was a singer they asked me to join them for some karaoke at a bar across the street and so, always being up for an adventure and a good karaoke session, I joined them.  After busting out a rousing rendition of Joe Cocker’s ‘A Little Help From My Friends’ I spent most of the night admiring the affection these two so evidently had for each other.  It didn’t strike me as being lustful yet there was still this magnetism and spark that I could sense from them both.  What they seemed to have was something quite sweet and innocent yet also incredibly passionate at the same time.

Back in the writers room I pick up my guitar and spontaneously start playing a simple descending chord progression that, to my memory, I had never played before.  ‘How about if they were actually in a karaoke strip bar, but we contrast the sex’ed up atmosphere with the romantic connection that feels like so much more than just lust?’  Charley likes it... and we’re off!

“...Another Friday in a karaoke strip bar  
Ladies dancing singing Britney on the table tops...”  

Most of this writing session is now a blur for me, but I recall it being one of those occasions where you’re caught in the flow state and things just seem to fall into place as though they’re being divinely directed.  Next thing I remember Charley and I are sat in Chuy’s Mexican restaurant sipping on equally divine Margarita’s and eating tortilla chips with guacamole.  If only every song was that easy to write!

(Fun fact - There used to be a karaoke strip bar right across the street from the karaoke bar we attended that night.  Whether any karaoke ever took place in said establishment we may never know...)

Stories from the Writers Room - She Makes Love So Easy 


‘...The knives of lovers past she pulls gently from my back 
Cause she makes love so easy...’ 

I still vividly remember the moment those words fell out of my mouth in the home studio of my good friend Max T Barnes.  We were writing at his ranch in Hendersonville, Tennessee - right down the road from where Johnny Cash used to live.  The walls are full of gold record plaques from artists like Randy Travis, LeAnn Rimes and Colin Raye, yet somehow we’re in the process of giving birth to (what I would consider to be) the musical love child of Stevie Wonder and Toto. 

‘...sing that again!’ Max says to me in his signature Southern drawl and after repeating the line to him a nice big smile forms on his face and I start to hear that sound of giddy excitement entering his voice.  ‘Praise the Lord!’ I think to myself.. relieved after he’s graciously rejected a thousand other cliched lyrics that I’ve thrown into the mix over the past hour.  I guess when you’ve already worked hard enough to land nine #1 hit songs you get pretty bored hearing the same old stuff said in the same old ways. 

I walked into the session that day with a basic melody and three guitar chords strummed over a rhythm I had heard (and played!) a million times in Stevie Wonder’s ‘Isn’t She Lovely’.  What I originally believed would be the chorus of the song quickly turned into the verse and we started throwing out ideas about a potential theme.  My marriage had fallen apart only a few months before and naturally I was dealing with all of the emotions that came hand in hand with the separation.  I had however also just met an amazing girl before I set off on this writing trip - she was incredibly beautiful, kind and sweet and she just seemed to get me (a pretty refreshing feeling in the midst of all my lingering heartache!). 

As I spoke with Max at length about how incredible this girl was making me feel, the thing that stood out to both of us was how I felt like I could be completely open and honest with her - I felt comfortable talking to her about anything, without fear of judgement, and I wasn’t afraid to be myself when I was around her.  When I finally stopped excitedly hogging all the conversation time, Max calmly said... 

‘...I can say anything to her and that’s sayin somethin...’ 

In that moment my heart jumped out of my chest - I knew we were on to something good...