In My Write Mind

For most of you, this is just the week of the 4th of July, the week when “other” people celebrate their independence. But for me, I can’t think of that week, that day, without going back to thoughts that will forever be shackled on my mind.

There are two instances from back in the day when I was young, independent of one another, both with extraordinary visuals.

They always come to mind on that day, make my mind race back and forth with the images. Soooooo gas up the way-back machine and hold on tight, ladies and gentlemen … take a ride with me through my back-and-4ths.

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At first, when I heard the news on that first day of July, I said I wasn’t going to create a post. I mean really … what could I say that no one else would? In my ever-churning brain, I always look for ways to be different, to get my point across in a way that will affect people.

I had nothing.

Then, as the week went on, I read so many tributes and decided that I definitely didn’t have any powerful lyrics to add their hearfelt, soul-filled, powerful songs. I made some comments here and there, but really, everybody has their own stories or favorite songs, right? Right.

It would be pointless for me to sit here and rattle off all my favorite songs and where I was when I first heard them or what I did while listening to them. Right? Right. I didn’t have anything powerful enough that warranted a post.

So … I digressed.

Today, I watched the funeral on television. (more…)

The dry throat. The deer in the headlights look. The sweaty palms.

T.D.S.

Those are all signs. All indicators. Those are all me … whenever people ask me to sing. Don’t get me wrong. I love to sing. And I know that I’m more off-key than a pubescent Peter Brady. And I’m fine with that. Really, I am. It’s when you’re talking to someone, having a great conversation even, and then you ask: Have you heard the new song by [insert artist name here]? And they say, I’m not sure … how does it go?

*throat, deer, sweat*

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