17 August 2008
Warning: This will be a mess of a blog post with no direction, little meaning and plenty of information; some useful, some not. But by all means, do read on. ;)
The weekend. It came, it conquered and melted into Monday. My weekends ‘end’ was interesting. Let me start there and then ‘Tarantino’ this for you. Last night I rolled out to East Nashville to toast my good friend Kevin on his birthday. While we were sitting outside at the Red Door someone who heavily enjoyed his alcohol and didn’t understand the phrase “in moderation” decided to jump on top of the table next to us and reveal his posterior to the adjacent street. Our table grew silent without needing to say, “What the heck was that all about?” Moments later this same donkey approached our table and wanted to know who we all played for. None of us spoke up, as he had now interrupted our pleasant evening twice. He carried on until finally Kevin mentioned that he was an artist. After the, “Oh yeh, you’re that guy.” He went into a mindless rant about how he knew who he was and how he knew the ‘other two.’ Then his babbling became far too annoying and Juan ever so gently put his hand on the donkeys shoulder and said, “It’s time for you to go.” Interrupting him mid-sentence. And without another word he turned and walked away. I have never seen anyone take the hint so well. Three cheers for ‘that guy.’ And thanks to Juan for letting us get back to conversing. I was able to hear a small amount of his story from Kevin, having just met Juan. He seems like a great guy with an incredible story to tell. Juan was one of the original dcTalk dancers way back in the day. I hear he is writing a book, which I can’t wait to read. As soon as I hear more about it I’m sure I will divulge.
After catching up with a few pals in the industry I thought it best to head back home and get some sleep so that I could tackle this week properly. The idea of sleep came and went. I tossed and turned for a bit with ideas, thoughts and memories of the past dancing in my head. So I tossed the covers aside and sat down at my piano. Three simple words would not leave me. They tagged the feelings that were attached to the memories I was replaying to perfection. I shaped a few chords around the hook and before I new it I was playing the most personally penetrating song I’ve ever penned. To me, the best piece yet. There is so much beauty in simplicity. Beauty in honesty. I know that it is a song that when performed I’ll have to ‘go there’ to get the proper emotion for it to be relatable and touch others. But I believe it’s in a good place now, a safe place. And when I finished the lyrics and sang it through I felt such a soothing release. Indescribable. If you have no idea what I’m talking about when I say ‘go there’ and you don’t know me well enough to have heard the 5 hour story from MY lips, hang around for a while. The start to finish of a major chapter of my life is being penned in full, to be released at some point further down the road.
Upon finishing the song for the night (morning), I returned to my bed to try and get a few hours of sleep before I had to get back on the mac and edit in the morning. Sleep did not come. My mind is something that I don’t think I’ll ever figure out. It will ignore sleep completely in order to think through every possible scenario. So in order to stop the process I sometimes turn on Seinfeld or old western films to fade away into slumber. I snatched the remote by my bed and flicked on the tube. I found the forum at Saddleback with John McCain and Barack Obama on CNN. Politics are something that I rarely discuss. Very rarely. I am more about actions than words. And talking about what you’re going to do for over a year does nothing but annoy me. I won’t get into what I thought about the questions and answers, because at this point it’s just my opinion about opinions. I will say that it was informative and I am happy that I was able to catch it. But it was not Seinfeld nor a western, and I was still awake. So I rolled out of bed, made it, then pulled up the shades and rolled into my office chair. The work week officially began.
It was definitely a definitive weekend for me. I came to many conclusions internally. After collaborating how I viewed others and myself in certain settings I made a few decisions. Decisions are always good. Because you take a stand when you decide. And after many years of learning, by observing my father, I have a strong knack for making a decision and going with it. Full speed ahead. Divulging further is not at all necessary, this is not a gossip column. Even though I haven’t slept…
I’m feeling good about life.