practice, production, performance

i worry i am not good enough to write, to compose, to play music and that worry makes me impatient to the point where i stop producing because the finished product does not come fast enough. because the first draft isn’t perfect, i stop mid-sentence and delete what was started so my failures will not be discovered by myself or anyone else in the future. of course, this negative cycle impedes my ability to ever become better as a creative writer or a musician or a composer of songs – for i refuse to accept that i need to practice like everyone else to be good at the things i want to be.

part of this impediment includes a nagging reminder lingering at the corner of my mind that i know musicians and writers a thousand times more talented and better than me (and who am i to think that i could produce like them! the nerve of some people thinking they are artists when clearly they are not!) of course, there are many people who would tell me this is ridiculous and on some level i know this, but there is little logic to the voices in our heads, and mine are no exception.

i have been thinking a lot lately about my desire to produce creative writing and music – and whether the lure is simple interest in producing good works, or for the rush of performing them. performance is a powerful drug for me, much more so than the solitary discipline that so much practice and creation require. but i also recognize the production aspect as equally important, for performing the works of others doesn’t produce nearly the euphoria as performing my own.

this blog has helped me to break part of the cycle by giving me an audience to whom i write every day. although most of my blog is simply rants, observations and personal tidbits, the exercise of writing in front of others for the past year (and the fact that people actually read it, and also comment on it, and seem to enjoy it) has helped me to loosen some of the boundaries for sharing. what is posted here is mainly first draft (ie: rough) writing, other than a few of the longer pieces i have put more time into. most of it is personal and indulgent. most of it is material which has no place anywhere else (except a personal journal), so specific it is to my world and the people within it. the writing here is not “polished” nor is it expected to be, and the voice that comes through here is unrehearsed – it is just me and not a fiction, the way some blogs are.

but as unrehearsed as it may be – it is still performance on some level, which aside from the liberatory aspect that journal writing often has – is the other major reason i enjoy writing here so much. it is the ability to post for an audience that gives me the drive to write here more days than not, and has allowed me to stave the demons of “i’m not good enough”…..

as i wrote a couple of days ago, i am embarking on two projects this summer – one is to learn to play the guitar (and generally work on music) and the other is to start writing more regularly in a creative vein. because the ability to “perform” work is important to me, i think this blog is as good a venue as any for the poetry and prose i am working on…. and may stop me from discarding work before it is ever finished.

today i posted a poem i wrote a couple weeks ago…. and have a short creative sketch i will upload later this weekend once i tweak it a bit more. i am not looking for criticism (I have a couple writerly friends who provide that type of advice for me, and generally I am not good at accepting it from strangers), but i do hope this addition to my blog will help round-it-out a bit more creatively. i have created a new category for fiction and poetry, which these entries will be catalogued under.

i am nervous to expose myself in this way, but not nearly so much as the first time the flying folk army took the stage (and we really weren’t very good together then, 7 years ago)… what i didn’t realize then but now know is that only maturing practice produces confident work. why i am feeling the drive to produce more creatively now i am no sure, but i do believe i am entering a new creative stage in my life and that needs to be heard by at least my own hands and head. we’ll see what comes of it.

thanks for continuing to read…. regular blog posting will continue as planned 🙂

Hands

Callous and sinew
drive distraction
grasp soft hips
with
rough skin

Wander hills
descend into thickets
without compass
but
sure of direction

Bind like rope
around wrists
a raft anchored
in
swift water

Open up to
the ocean
coaxing the tides
to
come rolling in

unprofessional conduct & dodgy dreams

had super-dodgy dreams last night about all sorts of underground radical things which i don’t want to describe in too much detail here lest i incriminate my thoughts in some way a future dystopia might criminalize. the guy from victoria was in the dreams, but not really because it just looked like him but was actually another friend of mine in personality… apparently there are a lot of random things floating around in my head that all came together in a bizarre and yet entertaining dream sequence last night. i suppose tossing and turning before a grievance hearing can do that to you.

had a hearing this morning i thought would be straightforward but instead, the manager got angry and argued with the grievance (they aren’t supposed to do that, normally they just take the information and then respond within 10 days). he argued with the wording we chose (standard), the fact the employee chose to grieve at all (completely within her rights), and then issued a passive threat about the fact this person is on assignment at the moment and could be pulled off. fortunately, i am smarter than said manager, and rarely get upset because i don’t take these things so personally (as he clearly did in this case). aside from being mildly annoyed at the unprofessional conduct displayed by him in the hearing, i left the worksite feeling okay about how it went (yes, they will deny it, but that’s not any fault of mine).

aside from that, work is normal today and i’m a bit tired, thus not so inclined to write much. maybe later…. but then again…..

creative endeavours

i’m playing hooky today, having decided that the whole body/mind combination for me was about to come unglued due to too many days of people in a row. i am particularly stressed these days on the job because of all the union hearings this week and next, which i need to hold some empathy for the human race in reserve for…. so i decided it would be best to squeeze in a mental health day before my next hearing (thursday), lest i lose all patience with everyone. and lucky me, it has turned out to be a rainy day here on the coast, which gives me a perfect excuse for staying inside, listening to music, and reading books. i may even get around to unpacking the rest of my library room later today.

i have decided to teach myself how to play the guitar finally, and am planning a trip to tom lee music later this week to buy a new acoustic (ben gave me some good advice on solid tops that are made in canada and not too expensive). i own a classical guitar that came from my mother, but the wide neck has always been an impediment to my very short fingers when it comes to chording. since i have been through that exercise unsuccessfully in past years, i am going to circumvent the frustration and just buy a guitar that fits me. mostly my desire to learn is for social purposes, to be able to play and sing my own songs at parties – and for writing new material. i don’t ever forsee playing the guitar with the flying folk army since we have three exceptional players in the band already. i have always wanted to be able to sing and play around the campfire though – and i feel like this summer is a good time for creative ventures of all kinds.

the other thing i want to focus on is my writing – both creative and non – as my needs for expression are surpassing this blog and i suspect i have some more songs and possibly a story or two tucked away inside me somewhere. the only thing i’m not sure about is where i will find the time to put the practice into both guitar-learning and writing that i need. i think possibly the ferry will become writing time now that i have my computer all retooled and happy, and music practice (which includes spending more time on the fiddle) will be evenings after work and the weekends i am kicking around the coast.

i’m excited anyways – about the music and the writing – i haven’t felt this creatively driven in ages.

more than seattle

anna, me, alison, & jon walking up the street after breakfast in beacon hill sunday morning – pretty smiley despite the hangovers!

for a selection of photos from the seattle flying folk army trip please check out my red cedar photo gallery hosted by mutualaid.

i haven’t been home yet since leaving for work friday morning – having spent the past few days watching, listening, driving, eating, drinking, fiddling, partying, talking, dancing, yelling, wagering, border-crossing, laughing, and finally crashing in total exhaustion. whew! sometimes i feel there is too much me to be contained, and this weekend was another one that stretched that sense thinly across nights with too-little sleep and loud, crowded days.

the trip to seattle was a blast, as it often is, this year far surpassing last year’s outdoor venue played in the pouring rain. my friend anna joined me for the journey, another person to venture forth with the flying folk on one of our escapades – and was a very welcome addition for she simply rocks and is loads of fun to hang out with. everything about the weekend went smoothly and involved much connection for all of us – for myself and other bandmates a reconnection to each other (jon, alison and i all felt the weekend was an impetus to start playing together again), and also a reconnection to friends in seattle who support us year after year.

the show itself went better than i expected, being short our bass player, and given the fact i was a little drunk when i took the stage (we played much later than originally intended which gave me extra drinking time), but i chalk a lot of that up to having an amazingly responsive (and large) audience. our intense burst of amazing stage-energy opened with the mc leading the crowd in a vocal version of which side are you on (which we joined in with as we set up our instruments) and ended in a frenetic display of fast finger-styles from alison and myself in our finale ukranian dancing tune. i sang my favourite (campiest, sexiest) version of “kiss the anarchist” ever, which went over exceedingly well (and many people commented on after the show), and the lot of us had an incredible amount of fun with a couple really great crowd-participation moments. to top it off, we sold the last fifteen copies of the flying folk cd – massive folk fist to the man, giving us another chunk of change for the recording fund.

the great thing about playing that labour showcase at folklife is just how appreciative the audience is, and putting on a great show for them each time we go down (that was our 3rd labour showcase out of five years at the festival) is a point of pride for us because they are so supportive. there is something so incredibly ego gratifying about making people so excited about what you are doing – i really forget that in the band downtimes, how good the ups of the process feel, and how responsive my well-being is to those moments. better than any drug i have ever encountered.

we are planning to go back into the studio in early october at this point to get more of our 2nd full-length album recorded if not finish that stage of it. we will also burn more copies of our first cd and make photocopies of the liner notes so there continues to be some availability of that cd as well (of course, we will not charge the full price for it). in a way this weekend was a bit of a make or break for us, for it reconfirmed the spark we share and provided the encouragement to keep the project together into another album and more shows.

there of course is more to write about: the hospitality of the emma goldman finishing school, the dance show i saw on friday night, more plans i have for music, and sean’s incredibly funny run-in with a state trooper… but i will save those for later posts. suffice to say i am exhausted as i write this, but at work upright and ready to try to make it through the day.