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what have i done?

what have i done…

i performed shows in front of over 20,000 people…

i performed shows with more people on stage than in the audience…

i’ve written two novels (so far)…

i made a triple play single handed (in little league)…

i scored a goal with the back of my head (the only one i scored in over ten years playing soccer)…

i’ve been the subject of a documentary film…

i’ve been on television…

i made music for movies…

i sang on television commercials…

i’ve thrown drunk people out of my bar…

i’ve read poetry on the job as a bouncer…

i’ve been hit by a car (more than once)…

i tossed rowdy parents out of a little league baseball game…

i swam in three oceans…

i met many of my musical heroes…

i met a handful of my literary heroes…

i’ve seen a ghost (or what i thought was a ghost at the time)…

i’ve had heart surgery twice…

i’ve lived longer than the doctors thought i would…

i made friends with people who were supposed to be my enemies…

imade enemies of people who were supposed to be my friends…

i am still falling in love with my wife…

i’ve seen the inside of the human body…

i’ve nightmares…

i procrastinate (sometimes)…

i wrote a play (that has never been performed)…

i sang in the car at the top of my lungs…

i ate more than i should…

i drank a lot…

i smoked…

i left people who wanted to hurt my family in the past…

i graduated college without using a computer once…

i challenged myself to a duel…

i told my one of my favorite bands i should play drums on their next record, and i did…

i cried in public…

i crashed into my best friends car…

i saw air supply in concert…

i waited in line all night for concert tickets (not for air supply)…

i waited in line all night to see a movie…

i stayed up all night talking…

i stayed awake for three days working on music…

i lied to make myself feel better…

i lied to help someone i loved feel better…

i told the truth and hurt someone i cared about…

i’ve hated myself…

i’ve loved myself…

i’ve let people help me…

i tried to help others…

i’ve smiled at strangers…

i held on to anger…

i’ve let it go…

i’ve lost trust…

i found it again…

i’ve been truly happy being myself…

i lost too much time to fear…

i stared into the mirror and watched the freckles in my eyes turn into stars…

i’ve watched constellations ride from one horizon to the other…

i’ve looked into the sun until my toes ached…

i found faces hiding in cloud formations…

i tried counting raindrops…

i made snow angels…

and devils…

i blew all the air out of my lungs to take in a fresh breath…

i read a book so wonderful, i immediately started again from page one after the end…

i sang “you make me feel like a natural woman” in a karaoke bar…

i let my little cousin paint my toenails for my birthday and let them grow out…

i got a tattoo on my honeymoon…

i sang on frank sinatra’s microphone

i rode an elevator with lemmy…

i married my best friend…

i fell down stairs…

i watched fireworks with my kids laying down on a major league baseball outfield…

i watched my father breathe his last breath…

i haven’t been the same since…

i never expected life to turn out like this…

i colored outside the lines…

i stayed up too late…

i played by the rules…

i broke a a few laws…

i never meant to hurt anybody…

i ate the last piece of cake…

i saved a life…

i try to make a difference…

i never give up…

i talked too much…

i am too defensive…

i don’t believe in myself enough…

 

…to be continued…

6.7.16

-a

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

writingmusicOST3.16

here’s a playlist of some music i’ve been listening to while working over the last month or so.

(please don’t picture me dancing. it’s unpleasant.)

here’s some of the the albums i couldn’t find on SPOTIFY…

The Gary Burton Quintet with Eberhard Weber

Ring

Ring

Ian Siegal & Jimbo Mathus

Wayward Sons

Wayward sons

Matthew Revert & Vanessa Rossetto

Earnest Rubbish

Earnest Rubbish

Tedeschi Trucks Band

Everybody’s Talkin’

Everybody's Talkin'

The Joy Formidable

Hitch

Hitch

en joy – alex

weird for who(m)?

Write what you know.

Write what you want to read.

Write the story you need to tell.

Don’t write for anyone but yourself.

These are all wonderful thoughts.

I read weird books. Or so my wife tells me. I listen to weird music too. I enjoy weird movies and most of the TV shows I watch are canceled after the first few seasons. I’m not trying to say I’m hip or cool. I am certainly not making attempts to stand out and be different.

I like what I like and that’s all there is to it.

When I was making music, I played what I was passionate about or I didn’t play at all. I’m certain that’s the reason I didn’t do very well as a session player or hired gun. I was always vocal about what I liked and didn’t. Perhaps I was a mite too vocal.

I have friends that are very successful in that business. They get along fantastically with other artists and are amazing musicians in their own right. They make a good living helping the visions of others come to life. While I envy them sometimes, I’m also completely baffled by it. I was never able to completely surrender myself to the sound inside somebody else’s head. It’s a powerful talent in and of itself that I could never get a handle on.

Writing’s really not all that different. Though it’s definitely a more solitary endeavor. In the early stages I don’t need the input of anyone else. I have my idea, I build on it in my imagination and translate that to the page all by my lonesome. After I finish the first few drafts, I ask for the opinions of a couple people whose opinions I trust. If they chose to, they read it and give me some feedback. Some I might agree with, and some I might not.

Some opinions might even piss me off.

After all, I am a sensitive artist type.

After that part of the process, an editor comes in. They make the all too important grammatical corrections. Much more intensive than spell check. The Editor might give suggestions on plot and character too. Once again, my hackles are raised and I might just as easily shoot death rays from my eyes through the computer screen as add their suggestions to the story. Whichever is going to make it work better.

Then I must find a cover image with an artist that can encapsulate the previous two years worth of storytelling in a thumbnail sized image to fit on all of the book selling websites. What? Sounds easy? Fortunately for me I’ve been very lucky thus far to work with the incredibly talented Greg Simanson on the covers for my first three books. He actually does make it easy. Don’t ask me how, he’s just that good.

After all that, the book is released to the world. It is completely out of my hands. Will people like it? Will people buy it? Will it get good reviews? Will it get bad reviews? Will it get any reviews? Does that matter? Should that matter?

Unfortunately, it does.

As an artist of any kind, of course the process of making the work itself is for you and no one else. Once the work is finished, it is for everyone else but you. People will respond how they do. You have no control over that. You have no opinion, no rebuttal, not one iota of input. The art will speak for itself. In soothing earthquakes or in screaming silence.

I like weird stuff. The stories I write are weird. I don’t explain everything. I leave loose ends. I leave some of the work up to reader imagination. Ive seen the reviews. That upsets some people apparently. As much as I’d love to tell you those opinions don’t matter, they do. Nobody enjoys being kicked when they’re down. Being defenseless is unpleasant.

However, I don’t see myself changing. Those people just don’t happen to be my audience. Maybe I’ll find them. Maybe I won’t. It could be that there is only a very tiny audience of people who enjoy my slice of weirdness. It could be that the only important part of the process is the writing itself.

I have more ideas. I have more stories to tell. I plan on telling them in my way, with as much of my own voice as I can muster. Sometimes it’s okay to not play well with others. Would it be great to be on the bestseller list next to the big names? Of course it would! But I’d much rather be telling my weird stories in my own weird way than sound just like the guy whose books sit next to mine on the shelf. (Though Stephen King is a pretty big deal)

-a

booklover’s local author’s expo

Cumberland Library 2-13-16

saturday 2.13, i will be at Cumberland Library with 40 of my fellow local authors

talking writing, books and generally all things wordiness.

come for the fun, frivolity and fantasticness

plus, what could be a better Valentine’s Day present than a book?

(especially a scary one that makes your Valentine need to squeeze next to you real tight under the covers!)

for more information, go here