Writing about writing - August 28, 2022

 

Ahh, this impulse - this desire to take part in the ancient art of stitching words to music and vice versa.

A missed opportunity plants something in your memory the way that a bruised finger remembers a car door.

So here I am, asking what’s the reward for having lived so long now that living involves all these aches and pains. Well maybe the reward is that your fingers still work your ears still hear, and you still remember most of the words maybe the reward is that you’ve found these friends
who lend their fingers and voices to your songs.