where would we be without music?
how does it work?
i can write it i can play it i can sing it
but i got no idea how it works
musics like a car to me
i know if i do certain things i will get to where i want to go
but i have no idea why good music feels so good
how do i write music these days?
well if i’m on my own i fiddle about
i may have some vague shadowy thing in my head
like i want to write a cross between all my favourite songs in one
othertimes i just goes with the flows
i pick up an instrument …phrases come to me out of the blue
it is like that for me now with all my endeavours
a geeza sends me a song
sing on this please sk
a couple of hours later i dreamed up the words sang all the parts
where did it come from?
i dunno but i know it will be there
having duly honoured my muse and creativity
i feel like i am now rolling easy
i can do whatever i want to do
vis a vis music painting and writing
i expect to do something bloody good
and i almost bloody well do sometimes
i observe myself endlessly pulling stuff outta the ether…
i pay for it in other ways tho of course
i am a bit of a foolish fellow…you have to understand
and now half deaf i am almost quite comical
rambling on when i get the wrong end of the stick
i do that quite frequently
i should shuttup and work
my work is all i’m good at
i have so much work to do
i have some serious writing commissioned
i have some paintings commissioned
i have songs commissioned
i have guest appearances being booked
i speak i act i perform i reminisce
i sometimes make em laugh with my old palaver yes
i keep the people here entertained
yesterday i asked scarlet if she’d rather a bike or a unicorn
after a bit of thought she said oh a unicorn i guess
then i rang up the imaginary bloke at the bondi junction unicorns R us
and i’m talking to him in a very grown up voice
and scarlets eyes are widening all the time
yes yes i want a flying unicorn please…do you have any left?
the guy mutters some apology
only 3 left sir this afternoon
i tell scarlet
her eyes are wide now like saucers
she wants to believe it but she’s not saying much
any females? i ask
but the guy says he’s only got males
i tell scarlet about 7 year old snuffly the male flying unicorn
would you like a little male, scarlet? i ask
but she shakes her head
i have a bit of an argument with the bloke
i mean you’d think they’d bloody well have some little females wouldn’t you?
i mean c’mon is there a unicorn shortage?
anyway after some grumbling i hang up
scarlet looks thoughtful
about 5 minutes later she comes up
she’s looking very serious now
dad I’ve changed my mind
I DO WANT SNUFFLY!