Thursday, 19 September 2013

Conversation


"Do you ever write happy songs?" With enough persistence a question which appears to hang in the air interminably will sink like a stone. It takes a lot of patience and a belief in ones inability to hear, either of which I do no possess. 
"No, I suppose I don't" I answered after a pause of two or three minutes. She was to patient for me. Patience is the death of a musician who lives within moments. Patience for me exists between the space of two notes, and as can be imagined, the space between sound and emptiness is minimal. 
"Why not?" I looked in her direction. She was truly curious. I couldn't help but smile at her insistent nature. 
"Because when I am happy I can't write songs. The happiness is usually very great, much like the chasm of my sadness, and as such I just want to enjoy it before it goes away. Before It fades I suppose." I saw her face frown in contemplation at my answer. I have this way of making my answers appear deep in nature. It isn't very hard. I simply answer vaguely and truthfully, and when I am unable to do both, I answer truthfully but with a tinge of sadness. 
"You seem like a very sad guy." I looked in her direction and looked into her eyes. She seemed truly distraught. For some odd and unknown reason she cared about me. She wanted me to be happy. 
"You know why people play the blues?" My question seemed to surprise her at first. I don't think she expected me to add anything to our minimal and one-sided interaction. 
"No, I don't." I smiled. 
"Well, the blues is sung by myself and others to remind ourselves that life isn't so bad.  We sing to remember the lowest and saddest moment of our life. We are than reminded of what we have been able to endure, to survive from. We sing of broken hearts, lost loved ones and sometimes jail. I guess it is a reminder than we can overcome a lot. So it makes us happy and strong you know?" Once again her face pouted in concentration. She considered my words deeply. 
"So you sing your really sad songs to remind you that you are happy?" I laughed. I couldn't help but smile at her. She was sweet, kind, and deeply fascinated by all things, I could tell. 
"Exactly!" I exclaimed with a smile "for compared to those really sad moments, no matter how sad I am today, I am happy compared to that very sad day." She smiled with me as well. When she smiled her eyes seemed to scrunch up together. It was adorable in a way. It reminded me. "So how old are you?" I asked. 
"I am 20 years old." She responded with a smile. I could tell. She had the curves of youth and the hope in her eyes of a life not yet lived. I think I would write a song about her someday. Perhaps. 
"You have much ahead of you" I whispered to myself. 
"What?" She seemed confused.
"Thanks for coming over to chat" I responded "I like it when someone is curious about my music and music in general. Did you have a good time?"
"I did!" She answered happily "you are really good!" I frowned. 
"I know" I answered quietly, "I know."

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