Finding the Egg (Stillness)Part I Fiction, Farce, Fact…
What is perhaps curious to consider, is why a book on a band that has
never officially released an album (as to the writing of this work)
finding itself the subject of verse. The answer is perhaps not
surprising. Someone might want to know, where did this music come from.
I, as the slightly self-effacing songwriter of many of the tunes will
consider this for myself first. I must blame myself. What? Yes,
exactly, what…
The only reason I can possibly understand why this music has not met
with its audience is my own expectations for band and myself. This is
perhaps a story of trying to hard or not enough, or believing it is too
late to try. All of the above is of course ridiculous, but
unfortunately true enough to color the thoughts behind the music.
Where does a song even come from? These words move along with a cadence
of there own painting a picture of one who is both emotionally
committed to the music, but dissociated from it. I love it too much. My
personality is focused but in the same instantly bored and finished,
even judgmental of the creations that came from my guitar.
“I stumbled along, until I find the song, and then maybe, it reminds me
of you. And all of the things that we use to say, like my evil’s gone,
on holiday.”
Someone asked me once why I thought I was so special. We all are, is of
course what I should have said, smiled and sang a tune, My younger self
was just reaching out to those places though and at the time, I really
had no response. I did know how much I loved music though. I understood
what it meant to me and how it made me feel. Perhaps that was part of
the reason I began to write from my experiences. I have come to
understand that music, and songwriting, are the best parts of me. It is
not necessary to have suffered through an adolescent relationship with
me, or befriended me perhaps as a younger adult. Listening to the music
is the closet you need ever be, to see and know my thoughts complete.
“Feeling what you’re feeling, and you make that something real, and it never goes back to where you start.”
The fiction is easy enough to find. Local band makes good and strikes
out toward the city to spread the wings. I can’t even remember if we
ever really wanted that to happen. That may have been so, perhaps at
first or in part. I remember being someone else when we played though.
Another artist at a shared gig gave us a kind review stating something
like my voice was a bit operatic. I think the opening band was just
amused that I could sing and attempt to drum at the same. As for
my mates, a good change of shirt was probably the most serious thought
at the time. A rushed sound check and we were off and running. Unless
you have experienced it, I will say there is nothing like the moment
the rock band takes flight. It is for all intensive purposes likened to
the natural phenomena of a first kiss while simultaneously exploding
out of ones own skin into the Aether of the unsuspecting, or suspecting
audience.
Taken from Hairyspaceman Book WIP.
Where Have you been hideing?
Ask us in 2011 .
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