Make Believe
Oct 14, 2008 sojourn
Sometimes things get so frustrating I just can’t think straight, can’t write, the playing and music gets real unsettled and I feel like just walking away from it all. OK, pipe dream, not gonna happen, be stupid anyway, and what does copping out accomplish anyway? Exactly — NOTHING!
My oldest daughter and I have been having some interesting banters of late, come to think of it, it’s been coming fast and furious from everyone in my family these last few weeks. From the inner circle to those I’ve not even seen in years, I’m encountering very interesting perspectives and lots of food for thought.
I need a blow, so I took an extra day off from work, maybe stimulate the muse to visit and lay a “goodie” on me. I’ve got like half a dozen melody/chord combinations floating around my head, can’t take on any more, but I’m waiting for a hook to latch onto, the right theme worth writing about. Don’t wanna go to the politics or helplessness invoked by the political climate, the whole thing is a farce, on BOTH sides, no one is even trying to tell the truth or be of service. Too much personal gain at stake, the level of shame sadly escalating daily.
Not going there… I’m seeing the aqua waters off Captiva and thinking about how I know that feeling, free, peaceful, I wanna go there. Seems a lot of songs these days are about escaping, and why not, stuff’s hitting the fan everywhere we turn. Who doesn’t wanna be somewhere else. I’d like to think there’s a more fulfilling job out there, musical situations that I can really sink my teeth into, a life for my family that fosters a greater level of creativity and joy, it’s out there — I know it.
So here I am, the phrase sticking in my head is “make believe”… my kids want to go there, my wife is in some pretty bad physical pain these days, I’m sure she’d like to go there, over the rainbow like make believe, without the hallucinogens. But then I wake up, make believe is good for a little while, but reality is a cold shower on a February morning in Buffalo, NY. It only takes a few seconds to realize it’s cold, and I’m awake, real awake, and there’s nothing I can do about it if I wanna get clean.
Not sure this is what song I’ll write this week, might not be “Make Believe”, but it sure felt good to get away while I scribed this post =)