I got nuttin' this week; no funny stories, no interesting observations. Nothing. I found a pair of French doors on the street. That was about as exciting as it got. I haven't been out. My person to person contact has been minimal. My art however has been flourishing. I'm working on seven new songs. I can't keep up. It's putting the words to the music that is slowing me down. The words are the tricky part. All it takes is one bad turn and the house of cards collapses. And you can't force it, so it's a bit of a waiting game. At the same time I'm thinking about things, searching for ideas, writing things down, sorting through the chicken scratch, trying to make it work without settling for all the typical no-good ideas I come up with. Sometimes the song ends up sounding typical anyway. Some songs just want to be cliche. Don't ask me why. It must have something to do with conformity and obedience.
I have an app called Skyview on my ipad. When events turn interesting, which is more often than not, I'll check the app to see how the planets are aligned. I like to see where they sit relative to earth and my tiny life. The funny thing is, no matter how hard I try, how diligent I search, I can never find Uranus.
