California Cold

I was staring at a squirrel in my backyard when it occurred to me that certain people in this world look at a squirrel and think about dinner. 

It’s been a couple of days and I’m not so sure about the song. I like the chords but it reminds me of the Bruce Springsteen tribute songs to Pete Seeger. I like both Bruce and Pete but I’m not sure I want to sound like them. I played the song for a lady friend. She seemed to like it but, unless I can somehow make it my own it will find a way to disappear.

            It’s been California cold of late. When it gets below fifty degrees at night, well, that’s cause for concern. I know it sounds funny but you get use to the moderate temperatures. I’ve heard people from Toronto complain about the cold. I know, it doesn’t make any sense, but that’s California cold for you.

You My Therapist

            It’s the blank page again. I wrote another chord progression on guitar and I’ve decided it's worthy of some pursuit. I also came up with a vocal melody but I have nothing for words, not even an idea. This is usually when I become consumed with the song and start to listen extra hard. To be honest the chord progression isn’t A-1 original. I’ve heard it before. It’s American to the core. A small part of me wants to chuck it. I’m not sure if it’s worth the investment. To write a song you have to play it over and over to work out the kinks. This could be one of those songs I get sick of. And if I get sick of it, it just won’t materialize. I have mixed emotions about it. I’m sure glad I’m writing to you, my therapist. I'll sit on it for a day or two to see if I still have interest in it.   

Waiting for the File

            I’ve been recording acoustic tracks at home. Martin has been recording and mixing an album with his band. He has left me in the lurch. It would literally take him ten minutes to send me my file but for some reason he can’t find it in him to take care of business. A little professionalism would be nice. I’ve been waiting nearly a month. It’s kind of sad and pathetic really, but I don’t hold it against him. I wish I did. I’m not happy about it. His record must be pretty important to him.

            I personally couldn’t record an album with something hanging over my head. Maybe he thinks if he ignores it he’ll be able to keep focused. I don’t see it that way. Loose ends clutter the mind and spirit. It's more difficult to channel music when you’re in a clutter. I hope he can find it in him soon. Music is pure, like some forms of prayer.