I wake and slumber to the same anxiety.
“Anyone can write a book, except for me.”
I write till the pencils are nubs and my calluses kindle. Closing the deal on my novel shows my neuroses.
“Anyone can write a book, but few create literature. ”
Then, listening to a song by a band I love, I realize where I get my narrow opinion.
A musician sat with me on the hood of a blue Pontiac Firebird sharing Southern Comfort, warm. He strummed a six-string and muttered drunken truth.
“Anyone can play guitar, but it takes a hero to make music.”
***blogger’s note****
I’m up late working on The Ballad of Helene Troy and llistening to Radiohead’s first album, Pablo Honey. I clicked on my friend Velvet’s 100 word challenge
http://www.velvetverbosity.com/
for “KINDLE” and shared some of my crazy with you.
Here’s a great, underrated, brilliant rock song called Anyone Can Play Guitar from my second favorite band, Radiohead. The lyrics are perfect.
You know, I’ve tried, time and time again, to teach myself to play guitar. I’m not patient enough. I can read music, having played piano since kindergarten. I know the strings, from playing bass since the 5th grade. I know my chords, inside & out . . . but, when it comes to putting it all together, at the same time — well, I know it’d just take practice & patience, but, for whatever reason, when it comes to the guitar, I have neither.
Drunken truth is the best kind. I believe it takes a hero to create literature as well.
We need more heroes.
great comment, agreed
I haven’t thought of Southern Comfort in a loooong time. Great insight here.
thanks…i knew you’d get it
This came from your heart and I love it. Its one of your most honest pieces.
I’m right there with you. All I have to do is read a couple of paragraphs by V.C. Andrews to remind myself that bottom-of-the-barrel shit gets published every single day and becomes wildly famous. If her barrel of barely readable BS can get published, I’m going to be a superstar. Or I better be. Damn it.
This was gorgeous and honest.