Sort of fell apart... but that's ok. Usually when I write it starts out as just one image... the image for this chapter was my Father jostling me back and forth in his Oldsmobile as we drove up Philadelphia road coming home from baseball game. It had an L seat and I used to roll from one side to the other laughing... laughing so hard I would beg to stop. I remember the sweet smell of the grass and honeysuckle on the side of the road... I remember the smell of summer and the comforting feeling that it was ok to laugh.
I didn't get far with the scene. 2 pages... which may be ok when I look back to edit things... but for now - - it just wasn't there.
However, one good thing did come out of the writing process. I used to love to listen to music, new music, all the time. In the past 4 years I haven't really delved into music the way I used to. I find that music accompanies a wakening of the senses... those senses for me have been mild drug use, lack of love, and writing. Since I don't do drugs, and I am in love, I have found that I wasn't searching for music to fill the void in my life any more. I had what I needed... I had my mind and I have my Erin.
But... when I write. I like to feel. I like to feel heavy and immovable. I like to listen to the poetry through the speakers and I find that the words being sung to me often take me on a journey. The sound of fingers over guitar strings and a sweet woman's voice singing a southern anthem are what make the fingers fly sometimes. And it works vice versa... it's hard to write without a drink, a cigarette or a great song playing. It's hard to focus. It's hard to feel just inside your own head... sometimes you need a muse... sometimes that muse is music and sometimes the love of music is charged by your desire to write.
I've been listening to the following song - - over and over - -
Bonnie Prince Billy - Hard Life - -
Enjoy your 4th of July weekend. My life is filled with a lot of love and joy. I am happy. Link posted by JVMM : 11:23 AM