Thoughts in the hot shade
I’m sure I’m not the first person transplanted to the South who has noticed their head melting about this time of year…and that it has nothing to do with anything they may have swallowed, recent head injuries, or random nuclear accidents. It’s just the weather here…heat so heavy it gives you a backache to carry it around…everything and everyone shiny with sweat, nights like pea soup full of cricket symphonies and the squawk of tree frogs and God knows what ever else is out there in the woods…conversation coming to a dead stop because…you just forgot what you were talking about because you didn’t have the strength to remember…yep. I know it won’t always be this way. I’m already better than last year; I think my blood has thinned up a little. But I’ve got a way to go yet.
That said, I can still play the guitar, and connect pen with paper. Seems like all my recent topics smack of tattered familial ties and ghosts…washed down with sweet tea and church. Nashville is a town where you find yourself wondering if you’re writing about what you SHOULD be writing about…not a bad thing or a good thing, really; it’s just what happens around here. It’s kind of a self-conscious place. But . when the weather is like this, I haven’t got the strength to write responsibly or edit much. It’s all just kind of a mess. 🙂
I’m looking forward to the fall for a few reasons: I love the way it smells and the colors of the leaves; getting back on the bicycle, getting back on the road and playing music for strangers… and I can’t wait to go back and listen to all the dreck I wrote this summer, with a cooler head.
I posted some songs from “Bread and Flowers” on my page today. Hope you like them, if you can get the music player to work…it seems to be overheated…