"Unplugged . . ." "Bare . . ." "Stripped down . . ." These words all describe what happens when I write a song. Or any piece of writing for that matter. I decide on going into the vault of memories -- some others, but mostly mine -- and take a piece of what I can (remember), in order to find the reality.
I never understood why it was, or is easy for me to be that way on stage (present), but in person I can't be. I never understood until I really listened to my own music. And my Go-To-Music that gets me into writing mode. Most of is what some may call "emo," "alt-rock/pop," or classical -- but what I'd like to call, real life through song.
I get inspiration to continue writing and to dig deeper into my thoughts -- after I've set a playlist that becomes more emotional recall than easy listening. I begin to write. Yet most of my thoughts would never see the light of day (to some -- I guess I'm not a writer then). I continue to write, until I'm immersed into that world, and I can actually feel life inside the words. Strange, eh? But that to me is Stripping Down.
I imagine how it would be, if I could take that same writers confidence and utilize it as I converse with people. Don't get me wrong, I can be social -- I've been part of many social organizations and activities (even being head chair in most of them) -- but when it's just me . . . and no mention of organizations, jobs, music -- the go-to discussions, I'm lost. I'm beyond stage fright, and I'm not even performing. Or am I?
I guess, looking at life, that's somewhat a performance too. Some of us have to fake it till we make it. Some of us have to bare it. And then some of us just write -- sing -- live through our music -- because that's the only way we can really strip down.
No comments:
Post a Comment