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.”
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
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.