It’s a mighty fine tunnel we’ve just got through.
I am later in the day after the day of find my head get to town rehearse find-a-piano rehearse perform rehearse perform perform so-grateful-for-good-friends enriched pleased cold-outside walk to pizza drive home bed and I now <breathe> find myself finished with ordering, tallying, pitching and filing hundreds of string quartet parts in binders and accordion folder.
After six weeks of paper piled on every flat surface in this studio I have my work tables back …
… and I feel nothing but a sudden and violent urge to write doggerel.
as in – cleverly rhymed, cliche-ish rhythmic poems that describe with finely-honed, irony-tinted compassion the minutae of everyday life – very very difficult to do well & definitely beyond my capacity in this moment…
This for me is a reliable indication that I need a good solid dose of absurdity. If there were an audio track I could publish on this blog, it would be the laughter that goes with a John Cleese silly-walk.
I know – Ah! – I’ll go to watch Daniel Craig and Judi Dench fortify the Bond Franchise.
When Christmas is over I get to paint and paint and write and record and dig deep into these pieces I want so badly to learn. No little Drummer Boys, no Silver Bells, no Tannenbaums or Herold’s Angels.
Ahh, like a clean bath in a spring-fed lake.
That said, I must, for my own sake and in honour of the storm on Saturn be careful and clear:
I love all of this. I especially love playing music with dear dear friends who also ride the roller-coaster of rehearse-perform-teach-promote & Say-What-You-Are, no matter what. It makes me a better painter, a better musician, and a better human being, every time.
More mighty fine tunnels a-comin & I’m in, with (silver) bells on.
Happy December 2012, everyone.