Trusting The Muse
Here is a little something from when I began this site.... 2014...
I learned to trust the muse a long time ago. So long, in fact, that I can’t remember when it occurred. Music speaks to me in ways that I cannot speak for myself. When words are log-jammed and my brain can’t figure out how to articulate what my heart is feeling, a song is usually the thing that gets me unstuck. Often, when I need it, music can deliver truth in seed form, and hitting repeat is my ticket to linger in a moment that illuminates my darkness.
Those who know me well know that I express myself best on the page, where I can sculpt my thoughts into something useful. I often wonder why I don’t hear theme music at those critical junctures in life. Where is the soaring score that underlines the fact that you have just passed some life test, completed passage into some higher level of wisdom or maturity? When my father passed away suddenly, I found myself at one of those places where more is required of you than you know how to deliver.
Well, after a lay off of how long? Jeez! Well, folks, we are back in action! No need to bog you down with all the details of the day-to-day. Look for more postings this week and going forward ! In the meantime, enjoy a song from one of my favorite troubadours....keeping my mind on the mountain top...
J.M. McSpadden III is a writer and a roots music enthusiast who believes that every life needs to find its own soundtrack, and every road trip is an opportunity to full tilt boogie. Let's face it, people, a car ain't nothin' but a stereo on wheels.