Every now and then, I’ll hear some type of music that simply causes me to stop what I’m doing.
“That”
I want to make something like that.
I’d refrain from playing before I’d steal, but every approach comes from somewhere.
The most sincere form of flattery.
“I won’t take your notes, but the construction, I see it”
The realest form of listening.
Simple chords, soft rhythm,a melody line that is complex but not overly busy..
I will stop what the fuck I’m doing.
If I’m driving, I will tune the world out and stare at the trees,
(And not crash)
And not crash.
Here and there I hear the hair,
On the back of my neck stand up,
Thinkin “what the fuck”
Is it luck or ground chuck?
This,, this thing found it’s way to me while I was feeling some type of way,,
And I..
I’ll fuckin notice.
I might not get the main lessons, but goddamit I’ll listen.
I totally will.
Like what you like, invest attention wherever you chose
(A great part about being alive)
A fucking fantastic part.
I can’t control what gets to me, I CAN control what I zero in on…
(You could play that..)
I could..
I’m not delusional or egotistical about personal ability,,,
But I could play that..
So…
Respect to the builders.
In all things.
Forever in your debt.
ANd I believe , I believe , I believe,,,
I believe that some of them have to.
Plenty do it for the applause or for the spoils of being a builder…
Some of them have to..
(Or they’ll murder people)
Let’s not get crazy…
(It was a funny thing to say)
And a fair point..
My creative friends.. use the word “artist” if you need to,,
I could tell where their mood cycle was,
I could tell where they were,
If they were OK or not,,
I could tell by what they made.
I could tell if they were spiraling.
(The saddest…)
The goddamn saddest.
If Beethoven was too bummed to chart music, if Picasso was too depressed to smear paints around,,,
If you’re a maker, and not a bullshit faker,,
Your output shows it..
DOn’t forget…
(Dummy…)
Yeah!
You fuckin dummies!!
Don’t forget.
dawn 