colorshow

So here we go, again. I just read this great article today about 21 tips to keep your shit together when you’re depressed. Fantastic stuff. I feel like copying it and just handing it out to people.  People who are depressed AND people in my life who just “don’t get it.”

One of the things that has always kept me going — at least I think so — has been this blog. It has been down and dirty and it has been ugly at times, but it has been a sense of solace and comfort. I think that not writing for long periods of time is definitely not helpful. It is not helpful in that *all* the people I read and admire say that a daily writing practice is essential to every writer AND because I think that it’s some outlet for all the stuff that is always and constantly rattling around in this busy brain of mine.

I have resisted, being afraid of all the potential employers that are reading and not hiring me because of the revealing words that are here — but the fact of the matter is, that 2009 is a long time ago, and I’m *still* VERY underemployed. So, why not just write the way I know how to write? Fuck it. Being true to myself is the right way to write. It’s the right way to go. “To thine own self be true.”

So, here I am. A fellow castmate in Listen To Your Mother (the most recent to be spotlighted), RoiAnn Phillips, talked about doing this National Poetry Month thing (like National Blog Month or National Novel Writing Month — a poem a day, I think), and it sounded intriguing to me.  But then the things I wanted to write poems about were all sappy and weird and heartfelt and lame, I thought. So, I didn’t.  And here we are, 11 days later.

But I’m tired of all that.  Fuck it. And even if I end up listening to Avetts non-stop, I need to start listening to music again. When I get depressed, I just stop listening to music.  But I want to be a *wee* more branched than my friend, K. I want to take recommendations from my friends, L and J — they are constantly listening to new music and posting shit on Facebook. I just need to open my ears and give their stuff a try. They’ll share with me. They do share with me, I just need to open my arms and receive what they’re giving.

All right. It’s Avetts still this time.  They’re just hitting it today — let your colors show, keep the madness low. That just about nails it.

 

 

Be loud let your colors show
Try to keep the madness low
If they hear and it’s wrong
And they come with torches on
Yeah come on

 

Be loud let your colors show
Try to keep the madness low
I tell them no with my hands
Make them understand the plan of it
Bright and gone

 

And I’m done forever
It’s you and me forever
And I’m done forever
It’s you and me forever

 

Be loud let the others know
First a whisper then it grows
I tell them go with my hands
Make them understand the last of it
Bright and gone, pain and all

 

Leave out pack your things and go
Leave the baby makers home
There’s a time (now) and a place (now)
Someone built to take the race
When it calls you go

 

Head down don’t you make a sound
Keep your plans all to yourself
They’ll come true they’ll follow you
They’re what you’re obligated to
Don’t you listen to nobody else

 

And I’m done forever
It’s you and me forever
I’m done forever

I’m done forever

And I’m done forever
It’s you and me forever
I’m done … I’m done … I’m done …

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One thought on “colorshow

  1. Well I was in a good mood until I watched that. Time for some Black Oak Arkansas. Go Jim Dandy.

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