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| Stageview: An amateur bassist languishes |
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 Our resident bassist / columnist languishes for love in this poetic example of a musician falling for The Grass is Greener Syndrome. We've all been there; or if you're young, you'll be there soon enough. Chris writes, "My focus in music is no longer the blame / although it's a venue of infidels shame." Have you ever met someone at a gig that made you want to just chuck it all and start over? Just remember; wherever you go - there you are. - Mitch
Click "Read More" below to read the poem.
a lesson not learned
by Chris Baydnee©2002
i still look for her a few times a day
on-line, under contacts there listed her name
then without saying anything right away
i've visions of giggles, when our minds were at play
i could enjoy this moment before reality's stain
spills on the keys, my hands pull away
to avoid an encounter, i don't know what to say
i'd not do a thing to disturb her
i'd not resurface our pain
i'd not pull the shade on my make believe ray
of hope that she misses our game
(i wish it'd go away)
she changed her address, i've gotta let her be
i think she changed her name to something i can't see
is this really me?
embracing absurdity
i'm married to one, and my other has set free.
i search for a reason, how could i let this come to be
i knew it was wrong, she is one, i can't keep.
i'll leave her alone
we carried on much too long
a year together, our words shared each dawn
a retrospect...
twenty three years with my wife, three wonderful kids,
i built my own house, comfortably we live
my focus should be to excel within
my government position
chewed off as much as i've bitten
in the music i've written
about worlds and the world
attempting to fit in
yet some how somewhat twisted
then and in there...
i met the woman of my dreams
what do i do? live for my life? live for my wife?
will i leave her for another?
then after that,
is there another to discover?
another lover undercover?
if life is to live for love, where does it stop
if love is the force from above, where will it drop
it's now happened twice
in my fourty three years
it's now happened twice
i've aquired a fear
of my future.
if i fall in love once, then i fall in love again,
what happens then, when again becomes again,
again?
i am functionally insane
i'm very quiet, i usually am.
as i deliver mail for six hours a day
alone with my thoughts
i argue,
there's so much to say
the begining IS so far away
very different than today
my focus concern is what i will pay
not what things are worth
not things standing on dirt
not for words, or a disasterous flirt
my focus concern is what i will pay
for a chosen frame
of reason
for a collection of values in thought
that once were sought,
caught,
fought,
bought,
collected and sorted
cherished and courted
now what?
every experience had an emotional song
now everythings different INCLUDING she's gone!
before we ever met, nothing was wrong
the day was never long
the day is now still
the day is a force to be survived
the day is one of many
everything still has the same molecular structure today
but is different in an unexplainable way
my focus in music is no longer the blame
although it's a venue
of infidels shame
i'm a man in a mask wearing fantacy's face
as i seek one more game with each note as laid bait
the newness in shadows, this passionate place
i'll turn my amp up then face center stage
and move near the eyes of a beautiful face
i shake as she moves to the sounds of my bass
i am funcionally insane...
i must be.
...chris badynee (amateur bassist)
Chris Baydnee©2002
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Re: Stageview: An amateur bassist languishes (Score: 1)
by Mitch on Friday, April 12, 2002 @ 21:41:55 MDT
(User Info | Send a Message | Journal) http://www.michiganbands.com | | Hey, you know what? If you squint your eyes and turn your head sideways while looking at this poem it looks a waveform on Pro Tools. I wonder what it "Sounds" like? |
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Re: Stageview: An amateur bassist languishes (Score: 1)
by hunnypie on Monday, June 24, 2002 @ 17:42:20 MDT
(User Info | Send a Message) | | Beautiful |
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