A Good Day

There’s still snow and ice on the ground…but it’s 60-degrees outside and the sun is shining. I went for a long bike ride (the wind off the lake was, err, not-so-warm!), then spent the rest of the day writing on the patio of a local brewery. Not my usual taproom, but this one has a better patio…well, at least a patio that gets actual sunlight.

Sorry, boys, but I’m gonna have to see other breweries until it gets too hot.

I am such a cheap beer-slut…

I’ve talked before about the fact that I struggle with depression, and all of the demons and monkeys that come with that. To be honest, I do not like talking about my own problems.  Pride and self-consciousness and an old-school upbringing define far more of me than I usually care to admit.

But, and this is a big but, I’ve personally been helped by others talking about their own struggles and problems, so how the fuck can I stay quiet?  Shit, Winston Churchill….Winston Fucking Churchill!…fought it his whole life.  His “black dog” he used to call it…

One of the things you learn – usually the hard way, but with someone else’s help if you’re lucky – is that being inside all the time, lacking any real natural light, just makes things worse. We, as humans, need natural sunlight. There’s a legit reason why the Russians have “UV Rooms” for the folks who live in Siberia…and it ain’t to keep up their tans.

So, there I was: sitting outside, drinking good beer and writing notes about the voice and tone I want to use in Silence. That document is half authorial notes, and half character sketch on Connor himself.

I spent three hours, and several pints, working on those notes with a swirl of activity around me. The sun was in my face, I was semi-tired from a 30-mile ride (hey, I’m out of shape – deal with it!), and I was writing…

img_0029A good fucking day.

Of course, the music has to match the day. Can’t do something totally morose and mellow when you’re sitting in the sun with a beer…

In many ways the music I listen to reflects the tone of what I’m writing, but that is an ever-moving target. My tastes change over time – they don’t evolve or improve, they just change. Today it’s one thing, tomorrow it might be something totally different…

I’m still listening to a shit-ton of Gaslight Anthem, and I figure I should give a shout out to what I consider their best album: Handwritten. Through all of the songs, my favorite piece off that album is a song called “Mae”. I love that song…in particular I love the nostalgia and the evocative tone & feeling it carries.  I could (and do!) listen to that song over and over. Close behind is “National Anthem” and “Biloxi Parish”. “Howl” ain’t no slouch, either.

These bastards know how to write a song.  Go ahead, buy the album…c’mon, just do it. You should always buy books and albums – don’t borrow, don’t pirate, buy!

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