ONE EYE ON SORROW, THE OTHER ON JOY
A LITTLE RETROACTIVE MORNING DANCE WITH DUALITY ('SCUSE ME WHILE I KISS THE SKY!)
AUTHOR-TURNED-BACK-INTO-CRAZED-GUITARIST NOTES: Hello! Good morning! I’d love to write you something new today. And I totally will! It just won’t be here. And it won’t be made out of words.
Instead, it’s “Take a Stratocaster to Work Day!” Which means I’ll be spending it in the recording studio, pretending I’m Jimi Hendrix, unleashing wails of squealing feedback over washes of wah-wah pedaled groove, some notes folding backwards and in on themselves in a cannabis cloud ALSO folding backwards, through the magick of Final Cut Pro.
So while I’m scoring this scene – the opening scene of the film, and the very last one shot, with me getting WAAAAAAY TOO STONED on camera in my brief cameo – I’ll leave you with another brief memo from 2016.
Is it about art and life? YOU BET IT IS!!!
And I hope you have a wonderful day!
I walk into both art and life with one eye on sorrow, and the other on joy.
It's a beautiful, terrible world we live in, fraught with contradictions that all come together into the whole of our experience. The things we hate intertwine with the things we love but bring us pain. And the things we love intertwine with the things we hate but elicit great passion.
It's all pretty complicated. But it is what it is, whether we like it or not. This is life. And the art that matters most to me addresses both, in all their depth.
Frankly, I feel the same about the process of addressing life. You gotta address the fact that everything EVERYONE's feeling is just as real as whatever you feel. They're as here as you are.That's just how it is.
I look at everyone I meet or hear about as a character in a story I somehow wound up in the middle of. So, yeah, it's my story. But it's EVERYONE ELSE'S, TOO. We're all characters in everyone else's stories, be they main, secondary, extras, or not even on the screen at all.
All this being the case, I've learned who to let close, and who not to. Found a stance both engaged and detached enough to dial both the dreams and the life I want. And discern accordingly.
But do I let the whole of reality in? FUCK, YEAH, I DO!!! Otherwise, how will I even know what's what?
I put my faith in honest truth and the Big Picture, as shown from every side. Yes, it totally leaves me guessing.
But that's what negotiating the art and mystery of life is all about.