Monday. Tax day. Day after Easter day. Today. Up early, and listening to the soundtrack to Summer of Soul, which I started watching last night. So good. So different. I watch and listen and feel like I am getting some music that is more about expressing true feeling than about selling me some corporate crap.
Art always flourishes, regardless of who's in charge. Which is cool. The good stuff is always off the beaten path. Usually made by those not quite in the inner circle, the rebels and lost souls and lunatics, who are of a mind compact.
And I think this is true for all types of art, of expression, of doing something that is an attempt to say "this is how I think it is today". Music. Theatre. Movies. Writing.
Writing.
That's my place. I act and direct, but writing is the place where I think I feel most like me.
And I feel good.
I think the world has a lot of good and bad in it. War, greed, miscommunication, abuse of power, degradation of our planet. Love, harmony, community, taking care of one another and this miracle we live on. It's all there.
And when I hear someone sing in a way that connects to that, I feel like there is hope, possibility, a reason to keep on. And I hear a lot of that in Summer of Soul.
I want to do that kind of thing. To connect, express, and get the love flowing.
Okay. So. Time to dive into the waters again. See what happens.
People getting possessed by ghosts of selfish souls. Children escaping into fantasy worlds when reality gets a little too hard to take. A kid taken on an adventure to save the world with the help of Sasquatch, Mothman, and the Loch Ness Monster.
That's my reality. That's the stuff that gets me going. Today, I think I'm diving back into a couple of different projects, but that's just the plan. Once I open up the laptop and start clacking away on the keyboard, it's Anything Can Happen Day.
Yeah. Anything Can Happen, and usually does. In abundance.
Here's a song. It's Precious Lord, with Mahalia Jackson and Mavis Staples. It's ridiculous.
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