These songs
represent the period at the end of on a
long musical sentence that began
somewhere in 1978 - some artists &
albums that inspired me
along the way.
For three years I
have been here, quietly in hiding,
thoroughly pondering what, exactly, I
have accomplished with the previous
chapters of my life. The drama has
vanished. There is no longer a plot line
working itself out. There is no place
left to go. Everything contained within
me is merely a form of history, tucked
away somewhere in my mind, a history that
is more fiction than not.
I sit at my kitchen
table, smoking cigarettes, gazing out the
window at the vast sound stage, not
knowing if, when or where I should enter
into the play. Cars speed by the house in
both directions; people who have a
purpose and reason to be moving, (I have
to assume). I envy their need to be
somewhere else other than where they are
in this moment. What propels people to
keep moving? Was I not propelled at one
time as well? Yet, here in this place,
for three years, I have been quietly in
hiding, trying to figure out what my next
move is, on some imaginary chessboard I
call "my life".
This place is
littered with musical trophies, puzzles,
compact discs, vinyl records and books.
Postcards from faraway places cover the
refrigerator like monarch butterflies
after a long migration, held aloft by
souvenir magnets sent to me by friends as
they moved around the world. And still I
do not move...the guitars, for now, are
silent.
