Tomorrow we’ll be hopping a flight back to Georgia. The BFF is getting married; and yes, I’m the “Matron of Honor.” Please hold all “old lady” jokes, kthx.
Made a quick video to show you how I manage to sleep on an airplane. I’ve got this down to a science, and I don’t care how silly I look:
What about you? Can you sleep on a plane?
…something.
But then I couldn’t make up my mind. I’ve been thinking about my potential afternoon post all day, and have a few things written and ready to go later this week… But none are hitting the spot today.
Finally, I gave up.
So, what’s up? What’s going on? What are you doing today? Do you even like Tuesdays? Anything crazy happening in your world? Your secret is safe with me.
Imposter. Poser. Wanna be. Fraud. Fake.
Here’s how it works:
Me + Electric Guitar = Imposter
Your turn: “Me + ______ = Imposter”
(Fill in the blank, people. It’s not that hard.)
Results! Why, man, I have gotten a lot of results. I know several thousand things that won’t work.
I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.
~Both Quotes by Thomas Edison
I’m honored and humbled that so many of you are willing to give 3.5 minutes of your day to listen to my latest writing disaster. I feel like I’m asking so much for you to hit play, listen intently, and then offer feedback. But your feedback is becoming one of the most integral parts of this songwriting adventure that I’m on.
You are the road signs, directing me home when I’ve lost my way.
This is why I torment you with lousy scratch recordings of a song I’d barely finished 15 minutes sooner and hardly know the melody to. You hear things in my songs that I don’t. And how you respond helps me separate what to keep and what to throw away.
Last week I posted a song and only 1 of you said “I like this one” – I was relieved to know that most of you probably didn’t like it. I was beginning to think y’all were flattering me, but the silence said that you don’t always like them. This is good.
A few weeks ago y’all were ALL OVER a bridge to one of the songs. Man, that was an interesting day. But I LOVED it.
And, one time I mentioned that I didn’t even like a song I’d posted, but y’all pounced on it – telling me not to change a thing. Once again, you must’ve heard something that I didn’t.
I say all this to say THANK YOU for your feedback! Your HONEST feedback.
It’s what will make me a better songwriter.
If you came by today, you’d slip and slide on the ice/snow/slush covered sidewalk outside our building. You’d think: “Wow, I can’t believe there’s 5 ft high piles of snow out when the temp has been above 40 degrees the past 2 days.” Yes, some of it melted… But, we’ve had THAT much snow.
You’d come in the building, knock the snowy sandy slush off your shoes, and make your way to our apartment. As soon as you enter, you’d notice how much sand is all over the floor and rug and everything. And I’d have to explain that no matter how often we (might) vacuum, one trip outside will bring in enough sand to warrant another vacuuming. And, well, then I’d also have to confess to the fact that we really aren’t motivated to vacuum constantly because sand will just take over again. There, I said it.
You’d see our refrigerator covered with pictures of kids: nieces, nephews, babies, children, and then our friends. You’d see pictures everywhere, mainly of life back home… Mainly of 3 years ago. Mainly memories.
The bookcases would astound you. How in the world can we cram 5 bookcases in a 500 sq ft apartment? I don’t know. I might ask you where you’d suggest we put the remaining books that cover my husbands desk, or sit in 2 not-so-neat piles near my keyboard… Oh, and then there’s the coffee-table, which currently has 9 books on it. Where should they go?
We’d sit on our couch that wraps halfway around our living space, and you’d probably grab one of the fuzzy blue pillows that everyone grabs. And, by everyone, I mean EVERYONE. I love pillows. We have lots of them. And some are in storage. But the fuzzy blue ones are always a favorite. Good thing we have three. Probably should throw them in the washer someday and hope they survive…
Then you’d ask me about my shiny red Les Paul electric that currently sits propped up near the couch. Yes, it’s mine. No, I don’t really know how to play it. I use it to write songs when I don’t want to disturb the neighbors. Yes, unplugged. Of course.
Oh, and the empty plant pots? Well… I never got around to re-potting some stuff before the chill of fall set in.
You wanna go help me re-pot them? It’s above 35 degrees outside. That’s warm in my wintered book.
Idea stolen from Debra Parker.
