Love song.

Writing A love song is a strange thing. Having something inside you, that is focused solely at one point. It becomes as hot as magnified sunlight, gentle as mist off the ocean as is washes up against a shore and beautiful as leaves blowing in the wind. It can become pain, in such a strong way that it washes over all other feelings that we intended to be there in origin. Emotion in the song is what makes anyone listening connect to it, latching onto any one of the thoughts placed in each verse. A love song is your heart captured on a page. Using the best words you know, in the most eloquent way you can express. It stops time and captures that strange thing.

Life could very well be told in a series of love songs. In all of it's forms, a song could take on the morning coffee you have, the work you finish or the cafe you stop into on your way from the zoo. I could simply write a song about a 5 am trip to Tim Horton's. In my song I would mention the "cars" that were driven by my friend and I as we walked down the middle of the road. I think the chorus, which would be very catchy. Would be about jumping up and then stomping down on the pressure sensor to make the red eyed sentinel change it's gaze, stomping with as much gusto as an ape would need to open a coconut. The Final verse would be where I get the girl, in this instance the girl would be a box of doughnuts. Her embrace would be the smell of the sugar coating and her kiss would be the first bite. Beautiful isn't it.

A silly love song, the idea brings a smile. Sadness accompanies this silly song though, the love that was captured there is of friendship. I have not spoken to this Friend in many years. That is where the real beauty is for myself. I can look back on this time in my senior high, where staying up late and eating junk food was just as prolific as a theological debate. this song will most likely never see pen to page but it doesn't matter, it is a real song with a tune and life in my head.

There is a movie called "Once." a film about moment's of love. A song on a bus tells the history of the lead character "the guy" and how he came to be in Dublin. The song is full of pain, with the loss of a woman he loved who cheated on him, but sang in such a flighty way that you can't halt yourself from smiling. The song is called "broken hearted hoover fixer sucker guy." another song called "Falling slowly" which won an Oscar for best song of the year, is about two strangers who meet and have an electric moment. In this moment time slows to a crawl, as they sit in a music store and the keys of a piano. During the song you can see how the chorus of life alters for both of them. "Guy" likens himself to a broken boat that is in need of new direction, he is given that direction throughout the film with "the girl".

As strange as writing a love song may be, it is fun. Capturing any moment that makes you feel is important. That may be the sappy artist in me talking, but you try and tell me that your heart didn't strum a chord or two the first time you walked down the isle on your wedding day. The day your child walked, talked or reached out their arms for yours. That time you saw the crowd part and a beautiful girl looked through to you and said a lifetime of words in a glance.

We sing, It's in us, apart of us and vital to our interactions. try writing a song down sometime, it never needs to become a hit or even known to anyone but yourself. Something important will happen though. you will capture a very special moment and a week, month, year or ten years down the road you will see it again. In that 8½ by 11 inches of space you will stop and look into a different time. be it joy or pain that is seen, it is a piece of life.

Now get outta here.
Create.

树倒猢狲散 (pinyin: shù dǎo hú sūn sàn)

Literally: When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
Usage: When a leader loses power, his followers become disorganized. This proverb is often used to describe fair-weather friends.

Are fair weather friends something you need?
This person, someone who is around quite often that they are something more than an acquaintance, but still not quite a good friend. This person can never get themselves into the realm of a "good friend" for one reason and one reason only. when you are back against the wall, chased by the mob, down on your luck or up shit creek, they are as scarce as a clean bill of health on a prostitute.

I hate the term "fair weather friend" because why would I want to know about a condition that makes a friend's flight instinct kick in as opposed to the fight one. Can you picture that moment? Your in a large body of people, when a Lumbering Kong mistakes the girl you are with as a trophy to hold above the empire state building. You assume the roll of the fighter plane poised to strike because you know you have your wing man, but as you make your first pass you realize that you are a lone wolf, your team has run off and left you in the mitts of an uneducated beast. one swipe from this barrel tossing freak of nature and you are knocked out of the sky with no hope of retribution because there is no one there to defend or cover you.

In the aftermath of that humiliation, A Hiroshima sized realization would hit and destroy all pre-built up thoughts of these "friends". How could they up and run away on you? The capricious beings would now reside in a place held for criminals. Trust would be lost, confidence would be lost, history would be lost and the ability to look your friends in the eyes and see a brother or a sister would be lost.

Under the microscope of an extrem situation like a fight, are we all fair weather friends sometimes? I can think of a person that has convenient perks that I can benefit from, as I'm sure all of us can. have you even taken advantage of someones kindness only to leave them high and dry when the event, need, night was over? my answer is yes, and my feelings towards each moment differ from guilt to indifference. Truth is we all do it. Know this is what makes me disgusted by those who do it, because it is seeing in the mirror. we are very capable of setting sail wile the port is burning and our people are stuck on the dock. you can't count on someone like that, and I want to be counted on.

Find your friends and prepare for hell and high water, fair weather only exists at the end of Disney movies.

Now get outta here.
It's starting to rain.