His Philadephia
When Denison Witmer wanted piano for a track on his latest CD, Philadelphia Songs, he did what any musician who might have watched Fletch too many times would do: carry bags filled with musical equipment into the ballroom of Philadelphia’s downtown Ritz Carlton and ask the bartender to turn off the house music so he and a conspirator could inspect the grand piano. Witmer spent the next 25 minutes secretly recording to mini-disc and hoping not to raise suspicion among the swanky patrons.
The two finally announced the piano to be in fine form. With a hearty thank you, the bartender turned the dinner music back on, and they quietly walked out the door.
“You can hear bus people dropping silverware and dishes and people talking and stuff,” he laughs, recounting the adventure. “So yeah, the Ritz Carlton Hotel piano is featured on my CD. I don’t know if they know that, but I’ll go down and give them a copy so they can hear it.”
While often witty, the quiet, unassuming Witmer is not someone you’d expect to march confidently into an upscale hotel and take over. His music is beautiful and personal, finding inspiration in life’s difficulties. The melodies springing from his struggles have found loyal fans in those who see their life stories told by someone else — people who have seen life move, grow, and disappoint but who still know hope and joy.
The current chapter, captured on the aptly titled new release Philadelphia Songs, began a few years ago with Witmer moving to the city after growing up in a small Pennsylvania town and working in his parents’ greenhouse, spending days thinking and writing songs. The transition was a bit different than he expected, with an office job taking all his time and draining him of inspiration.
“I felt like a fish out of water when I was first here,” he says. “I was holed up in my apartment and didn’t go out too much and do too much. I liked the city, I had always liked visiting it, and then after moving here it took me a while to adjust. I probably said a lot of things I shouldn’t have said in the time I was adjusting,” he half-laughs. “One of my personality problems is I say things as I think them, so then I have to retract them later.”
Turning quite serious, Witmer admits that the problem was not the town, but himself. “I moved here because I romanticized it to begin with,” he states. “I needed to get to a place where it was more fast-paced, more music going on, more art, a more diverse culture, and Philadelphia was the best option because my older brother lived here. It was easy.”
But living in the City of Brotherly Love was more difficult than expected — something he had to come to terms with. After touring the country and finding that he really missed the city, he realized what was there all along. “I went through a phase where I didn’t really like it … but that was just an emotional phase that I needed to go through until things clicked in place and it started to feel more like home.”
With a new perspective, Witmer’s experiences in Philly now span an entire record that evidences the circle of sorts he has completed.
“I definitely am in love with the city,” he says. “I think it’s a city with just a very real population, very real people in the sense that a lot of people feel it’s rough around the edges. And in some ways it is, but it also is full of people who are trying to make something happen in a place where somehow it seems like it’s hard to. For me there’s just a positive energy here, and it’s down to earth, and it’s not pretentious.”
Wanting to grasp this feeling, Witmer recorded guitar tracks to a mini-disc player he took to the apartments of several friends, often writing lyrics later at local parks and coffee shops, watching people stroll by as his home recordings played through a laptop. He makes sure to add that it is not, however, a walking tour of the town.