Tuesday, 10 September 2013

My Title Untitled

You know, I've had a few lives. One, two, three and maybe more.

Enough to realize that I've lived a little. In this short space of time, I've learned a few things.

Respect, Love and well some more Love.

Respect to those around you. Love those around you and, then, love some more.

But what's really important is applying those three points to yourself. Because any less, and those three points are pretty meaningless.

What started this charade of possibly insignificant but maybe significant words, was my cat. I know right? My cat? Sounds very lonesome maybe even desperate. But there he was, that little bulls eye fur of fluff, sniffing my feet, giving me that eye, that eye of 'hey I like you. I like that you hang around'.

He sniffed my smelly toes, after a long day of work serving food to those who appreciated it, or just to those who thought me nuts, and he, my cat, said 'I kinda like it, those smelly toes of hard work, I like it a lot'.

So one two three. The end or the beginning.

Anyway. It made me think. I've been around. And lately I've been around a lot longer than I thought. I've had my love. I've had my hate. I've had my in between. But what's really awesome, and I mean this as sincerely as possible, I've had my greatest love.

Actually. I HAVE my greatest love. Sleeping in the next room. Snoozing away like a baby prince. Probably wondering when I'm gonna hit the sack soon as well. Well. He will have to wait because I first have to finish this story before the day breaks into a new one.

I met him... Online. Not quite the intention. But I was in a rut. Well kind of a rut, I thought I would figure it out, on my own. Be a solo musician, with some help. So I put an ad out there, into cyber space, and some, if not more, bit at the opportunity. Like cat fish. Not my cat, not the one now, but some kind of cyber cat space fish, bit at the opportunity to be part of my project.

Anyway. In the midst of it all, I see this one ad of another musician looking for a singer. I think, great, maybe I can do this in spite of everything else. I listen to this anomaly, and yes, there's something unusual to the sound. Something I think I've heard before, but a bit harder and a bit more unusual. But what really got to me was the slow song. That song that I knew I understood. And so, after this flare, that beacon pulsating yes yes yes, I replied and said to this anonymous gentlemen, hey I think I'm interested.

I met him, not all too far from where I lived, and he appeared. From behind me. I tried to play it cool. I mean, I didn't know him, and I had met quite a few others, a little more straight, a little more readable, and there we were, waiting to get a drink. I thought this odd man, handsome as he was, to be a bit square, more like he kept his cards close. I'm a sucker for the mysterious and my mission was to break through some of that thick skin. It didn't take long and neither did the pints of ale and the various rolls of cigarettes.

Soon I shared everything, he shared very little, but yet he wanted to meet again. A try out. An audition. Maybe a week passed and I was in his home studio, not having learned all the songs he had up online, but blagging it nonetheless, and with not a lot of confidence, barely squeezing out the notes, he looked up from his guitar and said, I like your voice, will you be in my band.

I gulped and said yes.

Four years on, with a lot of history behind us, we're in Berlin. With many ups and downs, obstacles to overcome, we're still here, my cat now in the other room, my handsome prince dreaming of angels and I'm here in the living room typing away.

Life has it's funny and most unexpected moments.

Cherish them.

Remind yourself of the good that can come from it.

I feel blessed, with all the vigor and with all the madness.

I feel blessed.

And when I wake up in the morning, to the soft scent of love and the brushing of sweet kisses, heaven is there, always, when it's right.

I love you. And you know who you are. And if ya don't, then love is there anyway.

Cheesy time over.

Next up, music music and some more music.

As always, thanks for reading.

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