I have one week to get my leg back in shape, which means full range of motion and significant strength increase, or else the doctor will have to delay surgery even further, which means more time away from my wife. So, I am working hard on my pre-hab, but a guy has to take a break sometime. My in-laws are putting me up in grand style, but I found myself yearning for a musical outlet. My equipment is scattered all across North America — Kentucky, North Carolina, Mexico, New York — and while I have few things with me in New Jersey, unfortunately a guitar is not one of them. Not having a guitar is almost as bad as not having a functioning leg (well, not really), as I write and play almost exclusively on the acoustic.
I was tooling around with GarageBand on my computer when it occurred to me that all I needed was a MIDI controller to have a fully functioning recording outlet at my disposal. When I discovered one “on the cheap” at the music store down the street, I couldn’t resist, even though I’m broke and unemployed for the foreseeable future. No mas dinero, Roberto… No mas. It was cheap, so I’ll let it pass this time. Anyway, I can create again, although without a decent microphone, monitor speakers for proper mixing and, of course, an instrument that I know how to play. No importa!
It’s a tradition that I immediately record whatever comes to mind when I break in a new toy. So, without further adieu, I give you what was on my mind this morning.
I woke to the birds and the best of intentions.
I tried every way I knew to express them.
I get on the train and it’s taking me somewhere
Away from myself…
Away from this cell.
But I can’t get away from you.
I lock all the doors but you still break through.
Where did the time go? How did I get home?
When did I get old? Show me the slideshow.
Somebody told me: “It’s all as it should be.”
So I’ll keep on hiding, just so you can find me.
But I can’t get away from you.
I lock every door but you still break through.
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