Dig Thy Savage Soul...new tunes & out of a self-induced FUNK

I need new music, gotta have it, can't really live without it, not sure I'd really stop it even if I could. Yesterday was my lone day off this week - no complaints at all, but I was mostly unproductive. I spent far too much time wallowing in a self-induced funk. I didn't go to the gym, skipped the chores around here and got practically nowhere with some writing. At the end of the day, I started piecing together the funk I'd tossed myself into.

I gotta be honest here people and own every bit of it. Screw whatever it is that's bad, if I need/want to blame anyone, all I gotta do is look in the mirror. Days like this are rare for me. I have this saying that even on the worst of days, there is still so much to be thankful for - and there is. I have a responsibility to myself to notice at least some of that. Thoughts are very creative things, I truly believe that, and I'm usually much better at guarding my own thoughts and channeling them into my daily life - but this was not the case yesterday. Enough. Whatever was bad about yesterday was my own doing. None of it was anything I didn't create myself. So I manned up, I own that shit. Onward. I did a couple of things that helped me pull my head outta my own arse:

I accepted the fact that I alone am responsible for what I didn't like. Then I accepted the fact that I'm human and I'm bound to screw up from time to time. Next up, I told myself that I was the only one who could pull my head outta where it doesn't belong in the first place. If I'm looking for someone, or something else outside of me to do that in any way, then my head is gonna stay there - y'know, up my arse. Now's a great time for an F-bomb. Fuck that. Boom.

So I rolled up my sleeves, metaphorically speaking, and began to pull. I worked on some writing - and although I got nowhere with it, I started to see where I wanted to go and more of what I should be doing to get there. I got a letter from my virtual record store that offered to match dollar for dollar, my music bonus packs. When it comes to music, I'm an addict people - don't expect me to turn down fiddy dollars worth of free music if all I gotta do is spend fiddy dollars to get it.

...and so, he did.

Dig thy savage soul. New music. Barrence Whitfield & The Savages, a 91 tune collection R&B/Soul - real R&B/Soul, not the laughable shit, Mazzy Star...and I'm only done for the moment. The Sheepdogs...hot damn, do I ever love finding music that I wasn't hip to. You can keep your Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga and probably most of the other stuff at the top of the charts, no offense meant. I'd rather look under the rocks off the side of the path. That's what works for me. Ah...starting to see light, and all I had to do was pull my head outta my arse.

Things aren't so bad. So I did a couple of boneheaded things, I don't really have much in the way of an explanation, so I'll cut myself some slack and look forward. I installed not one, but two, revenue generators on my blog that should help optimize things a bit - at least I think I installed them. I looked on my tracking site and saw that my audience is growing, and good, bad or indifferent, when I write, more people are reading - even when that's a mystery to me. I do need to give a shout out to my friend/coworker, Emelie. She has a blog and she's pretty much fearless in writing about whatever the fuck she wants to write about. Yeah, I said it - dropped another F bomb. Deal with it. I admire her conviction to write about whatever she wants to and the fact that she'll tell the world she wrote it too. That, to me at least, is brave, and you need to be brave. I need to be brave.

I have another friend/coworker, Veronique, who just started a blog recently. I don't even remember how I found it, but her blog floored me - because she's one of the funniest, smart ass minded people I've ever come across, and I mean that in a good way. That comes out in her blog - so much so that if I read it without knowing it was her writing, I'd think of her.

Then there's another blog that is loaded with writing that just drips with funny. All of a sudden things start looking better and I know that all I need to do is to keep moving. So I did some attitude adjusting and listened to music and found inspiration in that, and from three different writers - all of whom inspire me for numerous reasons, to get off my ass and do something. Blah, blah, blah - I know, I know. But dig, if you will, thy savage soul. That title cracks me up. No reason.

So I'm up and out of my funk, which was completely self-induced. Oh, before I split for the day, here are the three blogs I spoke of:
http://louisianasissy.blogspot.com
http://awkwardlyaliveandpleasantlypeculiar.com
http://mimismartypants.com

Damn, I was seriously feeling so much better, and then I see that yet another great drummer that I admired, Tommy Wells, has passed away. Too soon. Great memories of meeting him when I worked in Nashville, telling him how cool I thought one of his early bands was and how happy I was when I found one of their releases, and how funny I thought his license plate that read "2 and 4" was. RIP Tommy. More than a little ironic that I get news like this on the anniversary of the day the great John Henry Bonham left us. Alright good people, I'm outta here for now. Life is many things, including wonderful, fragile and sometimes far too short. Live it. Our days are gifts, and gifts should be appreciated.