Monday, February 07, 2005
EarlyMorninFugginBlues
Slept for a while earlier; woke up just in time for a very close friend I can only see online now to pop on and ask if I was awake.
I was.
We had an interesting conversation for a while, but the sleepies took her away.
I wished, OH how I wished, my broken guitar was at the luthier's, and my new one was tuned and ready to go. It's that kind of night. Maybe run some scales, then just let it go...
Since neither guitar was good to go, I slipped on my headphones, and went digging in my music files. There it was:
"Mother earth is pregnant for the third time...." YEAH! "Maggot Brain" by Funkadelic. The original version, not the later ones with George Benson's slick guitar work. That first version is raw. You hurt for the guitarist the way you hurt for Janis Joplin's throat while she sang her guts out. I read up on this. He was told to think of the saddest thing he could, then just let it go and play. He thought of his mother dying, and the raw, screaming pain of it comes out of that instrument with an agonizing, aching beauty. Just right for EarlyMorninFugginBlues.
I like being alone. I like having time to think with nobody else impinging on my consciousness. Usually, that's ok. This morning, it isn't ok. It sucks. Dad is deeply asleep, and I won't interrupt that. He'll be up in a few hours, and it'll be non-stop busywork, cooking his breakfast, getting him ready for a visit to the doctor, then off for lunch somewhere. In the middle of wishing I had somebody to talk to, I thought of my blog. Y'all don't have to be with me. I'll be off doing something by the time you read this, and over them blues. But it's nice, these chilly early morning hours, to have somebody to talk to.
Thanks.
It's nice to be talked to in the pre-dinner hours, when the day has gone so-so and one feels lonely. I'm glad I thought of coming here.
arb
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