Sometimes I wake up with a song in my heart. And if I have time, that’s probably going to be the song I record that day. As long as I don’t overthink it, that is. A few glitches aside, I’m figuring out my new microphone pretty quickly. Here’s to a New Year and all the promise its brings…
“White. A blank page or canvas.
The challenge: bring order to the whole.”
I am not in the habit of starting projects and leaving them unfinished. I hate seeing my inbox full of unread messages; books neglected; my to-do list unconquered. I get anxious when I know there are things awaiting my attention; things that need to be gotten out of the way before more (read: more challenging) things take their place.
Is it any wonder that I approach this project with some trepidation? This undertaking to document my life… and then pair each post with a song (recorded by yours truly) to better express myself?
I’m also endeavoring to write without going back and editing… at least not until the end of the post. This, above all, terrifies me.
Then again, perhaps it is an apt metaphor for this whole “living” thing. We stumble and run and fly through this world, with some sense of what we want, but never REALLY knowing… and only rarely do we look back and wince at our mistakes. Sometimes I wonder what lines of dialogue I’d change if I could tab back through the years (“
But you don’t care at all.“); what events I’d alter ( “I have to tell you something. And it’s gonna be hard to hear…”); what characters I’d create to replace their flawed-counterparts ( a clever man, but kind in spite of it); and so on and so forth.
But of course, in the wise words of Pink Martini, we tomatoes can only “Hang on to the vine…”
Like life itself, this blog is likely to be rough, rambling, and on some days downright pointless. However, better something than nothing… for “the rest is silence.”