I work alone.
I prefer it that way. While I am kind of anti social I guess, when I work with other people, I want to interact with them, and as my time on the newspaper could show anyone, not very much work gets done in the office, instead I scramble around at the last minute to get everything done. Some people call it procrastination. I just tell them its because they can’t handle the pressure, and I’m clutch.
Anyways, in my current job which is wonder boy extraordinaire (I think that’s spelled right), I clean water features at an upscale high rise community in down town Chicago right by Millennium Park. I’m like a pool boy, except I work underground, and most of the woman are more heavily clothed. So as I perform my duties of cleaning out filters and grates, applying chlorine tablets to the water and making every thing is running smoothly, I get to people watch a little bit.
Very few people, even though they all have something in common, hardly speak a word to each other as they migrate from their homes into the world around them, going off to jobs, college, or wander the city. One girl, probably in her early twenties, just watched me for a good hour as I worked and she sat on a bench, drinking her Starbucks coffee, smoking her cigarettes, curled up with her oversized sunglasses partially distorting her tranced stare, just watching. In between water features, I would look up and her eyes and head would follow me as I moved to each location to continue with my work. Me, wondering why the hell she’s staring at me. Her, wondering god knows what and probably why I’m trying to catch stolen glances at her. Her hair shone in the sun light, each puff of smoke, thoughtful, yet careless. Each cigarette burned out at the same spot on the bench, and littered in a little pile. Not a care in the world for that short while.
Besides that, I would say my full time job is doing what I love the most: writing songs. I was never that good at poetry, I can’t stand the restrictions that people put on them, and i am not good enough, or dead enough, to be abstract and understood. Which is why I choose song writing. The lyrics cover up what I lack at guitar, and the guitar fills in the spots where I can’t find the right words.
I have always wanted to have someone ask me: “why do you write what you write? Where do you find the inspiration? Can I give you 20 million dollars for your songs?”, but no one ever has. So I guess, this is where I’m asking myself, and writing it out loud for anyone that cares to read.
I write what I write because its cleansing for my soul. Almost all of the songs come from personal experience and anguish, some might be a little embellished to make the point clearer or to properly portray the emotions I had at that moment to a bystander who was not affected, but almost always true. I have a hard time opening up to people and letting out the pain. I find that if I write a song, or a poem, or any other medium than straight up telling someone about something, anything, its all okay. If you tell someone that you suffer from depression, they look at you funny and say something is wrong with you. If you write a song about it, they compliment your song writing, and ask where you got the inspiration. I talk to everyone so I don’t have to talk to anyone. It will make sense. The anonymity helps with a lot of things, sometimes you don’t want to be another face in the crowd, but often times, that’s what helps the most. And yes, for 20 million, all my songs are yours, thanks for asking.
I hope to keep this a regular thing, hope to add more photos and such, but I think a blog will be therapeutic and to keep my writing up to par.