A song is written from an experience. I considered myself a contented back up artist looking for the harmony note. I bow to the greats. But one day I wondered if I could write a song myself, a song of my own instead of being happy to sing a song another had written. I didn't know how to find my own song. Then one day I had a love affair. Then I knew. This must be a heartache I thought. I have to get this pain out of me and put it on some paper and it does help.
The song “Who” I wrote in 91. I wrote a bunch but only got 11 down on a tape which a good friend turned into a CD for me. I put my tape on a shelf gathering dust for years then one day hauled it out and sent it my friend who was making me a website for a book I was writing. I asked him if he thought I should put up a song as well on my website, thinking probably not. We were going to put Enya up there. Since then I have grown to love Enya so much. I want to sing just like her. To make a long story short my friend gave me the confidence to go ahead and put up a song or two on my website. I really thought I would be laughed at and not taken seriously if I did.
What I did was listen to my own music through Bob's ears, the friend I told you about. I put my own ears down and picked his up. I started to like myself because of him. God bless him. What would we do without friends? Speaking of looking through a friend's eyes and seeing my reflection there, I'm an avid astral traveler and so is Bob. I actually met him in outer space and darn near knocked him over as I flew to him. My Friend's name is Bob. He's got a Myspace and it was his idea to set myself up there; I've been following his advice a couple of years now and he's never wrong. Also Bob will write his own book and publish it shortly regarding some paranormal events.
So, Who is gonna listen to you? Friends of course. Here's how that song happened.
Ron was the ultimate male enigma for me. I do believe men are from Mars after meeting Ron. He was a warrior spirit. He didn't know a lot about women. If I saw him again I'd tell him, honey, you don't need to conquer Venus, you let her surrender.
So Ron said one day, being as he was into astral travel, mental telepathy and psychic stuff, he said. "I'm here to give you a gift."
I said ok, I never turn down gifts. What exactly is it? I don't know that yet he said. It turned out the gift he would give would be all the songs I wrote besides a little emotional maturity to boot.
One day came and since warriors are difficult to pin down we broke up. Good riddance I thought, this guy gave new meaning to the word macho. Accused me of playing house; that wouldn't be so bad to be accused of playing house, except that he was right! What a catch 22. It comes natural to me; I love making others comfortable, lovers especially; part of that hospitality means you maintain a home. I suppose what he was really saying is he didn't want me to get comfortable because he didn't plan on staying in order for me to continue playing house.
He calls me from a singles bar once. He starts to make a habit of calling me from the singles bar after we're done with each other. He wants me to come down there. Keep him company or something. Maybe I'm his back up card. I don't hang in singles bars, don't like the atmosphere, but I think this one time, I'll go save him from loneliness, maybe he's had a change of heart. Yea right!
I get down there and fight my way through elbows and I can feel guys sizing me up and I don't want them to get the wrong idea why I'm there as I am definitely not shopping for men. I've actually decided Ron is the last guy I was going to try this relationship business with. I was on my way to becoming Christ's bride. Yea, there's still a few of us around. We're more spiritual than religious though.
I find Ron dancing with some blonde. Ok. I can handle this, but why did he call me? Might as well be friendly and chat with them. I wave and smile and wait patiently for them to stop dancing and invite me over to their table, after all, Ron had finally talked me into coming down here when I didn't want to be meeting him here.
