Friday, September 11, 2015

Venerdì

Music people throw things
Music professionals (and nonprofessionals) throw things because they don't want to strain their voices. They are impulsive and reckless.  Things are better said when a large object makes contact with your head. Not in the real world, mind you, but in the la-la world of 'let's create music'. I can take that abuse, and continue to take that abuse, I've dealt with the abused all my life.  I see it in their sad eyes and words. The haunted expression of what was taken away from them. Their dignity, their innocence. The scars that show as I whisper under my breathe, "thank God I don't live your life". I don't say it under my breathe anymore I say it to your face. Seek help. Cycles of abuse can stop.

The producer sits and screams. He has his tantrums and I grin and bear it. He is a roach, he is a termite. He reminds me of all the other assholes I've met in this lifetime. He doesn't care for Narcissus and I - Liner Notes 9/2015. I however see something there.  

I'm good at ducking and batting objects midair. Most importantly, music people are nonathletic with the wear and tear of post (and present) drug abuse. I can take care of myself. I mean I survived Nashville...but, that is another tale.

*****
...and then you stumble upon something and everything is beautiful once again. Because of the rain, the flowers bloomed beautifully. Brilliant colors and shapes that only God could create.  I would take a photo but I would rather have this appreciative memory.