Archives – December 2006

‘Tis the Season…

Tuesday, December 26, 2006, 11:07:00 AM

…the dream of snow goes through still developing heads and the winter doesn’t ever leave. The sun can only do so much when they arise and the winter doesn’t ever leave. A fur-lined smile makes all the hunters laugh and the winter kept marching – marching without breaking pace. Soft, pillow-like skin that the light of day may never see and winter is the winner of the race…

Are all the readers out there having a nice “holiday” season? I have to admit that spending the time alone, for the most part, seems to be the way to go some times. Almost everyone I know around these parts have families. I only have my mother. I do get a touch of the lonelys ever now and again, but it doesn’t really affect me all that often. If I feel I need a boost, I can just call my friend Jen, the cop, who is about 6 mos. pregnant, is married and has a 5 yr. old running around. It takes less than a minute for me to get a pretty good feeling about my situation. In the background, I could hear chaos in the background and Jen’s voice had that hard edge in it that told me she’d pulled her face tight and was about to break bad on the family.

I started a new job yesterday. I have spoken to a few people who I’ve known for a while, but only talk to every-so-often about the way my life seems to be headed. One common theme was the concern that I would be all about work, all the time with a salary like mine. It seemed “not like me” and there are worries that I’ve just completely forgotten about my guitars and I don’t sing anymore. As I addressed each person on the phone individually, so shall I do the same here in my sill little blog.

I’ve been hanging around with myself for the last 34 years or so, and in that time, I’ve never known myself to forget about guitars. As a matter of fact, I’m so sensitive about guitars, that I used to get mad at “The Who” for trashing guitars on stage when I was around 10 yrs. old. I was a fairly young child at that point so all I saw back then was guitars being destroyed. As I got older I understood why that might happen and let it go, but I’m single mindedly focused on music all the time, even when I sleep. I could not say one way or the other whether or not I chose music or it chose me, in fact, I can say the same about hockey. The way my life has gone may not be what others understand entirely, I suppose the same could apply to me as well, but in the end – I WILL make a difference in two ways before I die. One – everything I have beyond taking care of my mother and my animal friends who live with me and those who need people to help them out a bit (there are two places that have already been given part of the “estate” as it were) will go straight to the place that will make the most difference in getting music back in schools in my lifetime. I create my own music and would love to share it, I think everyone knows that, but that will happen on my terms and if it never happnes at all it shall be said that I died trying. There isn’t a single day when I don’t hum or sing something, sometime. Short of being, dead, in a coma or completely knocked-out I am confident in the previous statement.

I can’t say I’ve been “lucky” per se, but I can say I end up where I’m meant to be at any given point in time. At this point in time, I have the opportunity to earn leverage, otherwise known as money. Money is a weapon out there, and as much as I suffer through all that crap and would much rather not where business attire and cover-up my tattoo when necessary, I never hesitate to do it, because the truth of the atmosphere I’m working with is simply that money can produce results. Dealing with the government in this country requires a few different things. One of them is money, as in, oh say – special interest groups with money are special interest groups with ear-bending power. Unfortunately, it isn’t the 60’s anymore and while grass-roots efforts can do absolutely amazing things, no matter the odds, I’m looking at the risk factors. It’s the appropriate business thing to do. Oddly, in the end, I pretty much figured I’d end up about even in risk, so I chose based on what felt the most natural to me. The reason I did not chose the other way is because I’ve already seen that others are hard at work and they have proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that they mean it, hence it became more natural for me to head the other direction because I am NOT confident that people are forcing the issue of music in schools directly in the faces of decision makers. Not sure if that makes sense, but I’ll clarify if you ask.

As much as I would love to go on with my previous topic, I have to “side-bar” here and briefly mention that I was around when Band-Aid released “Do They Know It’s Christmas.” I’ve recently come to find out that a certain album titled: “Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records” If I got the title wrong, I apologize and please correct me so I don’t do it again. It’s been said that the title of the album is meant to speak to the hypocracy of Band-Aid. Well, it might be obvious to steady readers of this blog, that since I brought it up, I’m going to get on my soap box and open up my fingers freely in this blog about my thoughts.

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume that the creators of the album title have seen pictures of starving children. Where are those starving children? I think the simple fact of the matter that people are so keenly aware of starving children in places like Etheopia is because of Band-Aid. Yes, pictures of starving children do produce revenue, no one can realistically deny that, but if one doesn’t like to see starving children used to earn money meant for the starving children, then by all logic, one should have an objection to the Christian Children’s Fund using pictures and video of starving children to earn money for meant starving children. Before Band-Aid, people my age and younger didn’t really have a sense of the world and the other people on it, but after Band-Aid, everybody understood that children starve and die all the time, everyday. Seeing it makes people react. Perhaps some participants of Band-Aid chose to do so more for selfish reasons, but in the end, the good it produced goes far beyond the selfishness of a relatively small contigent.

In addition, it’s a good song. It’s nice to see musicians colaborate. It still makes money meant for starving children. The only real way to know for sure, of course, is to check all the books and see where the money goes, but given that most of these sorts of things are controlled in one fashion or another and a certain percentage of the profit has to go toward the cause, I still believe it is safe to say that some money is better than no money and over-exposure is better than no exposure. PS – Odds would most likely show that I would not have adopted a child named Nmbili if Band-Aid did not exist in my lifetime. Bili has grown up and makes her own money by helping American aid station medics with translation, so she is paying it forward. I strongly disagree with the sentiment behind the title of that album.

“but in our world of plenty, we can spread a smile of joy, put your arms around the world at Christmas time” – peace


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