Writing And Music

I woke up this morning feeling I had to write, so I got out a little something I started some years ago [not DGB, for those who were wondering] and just began writing. And it felt great. Been suffering from some serious writer’s block this year, and haven’t been able to produce anything worth anything for what seems like forever.

This little thing I was working on this morning, it’s nothing too terribly special, not Booker Prize material by any stretch of the imagination, but it feels good to be writing again. It may not amount to anything – more often than not what I write doesn’t, but at least I will have had this morning of complete all-consuming writing. And that’s worth a lot.

Saw Heather Nova live at Union Chapel on Friday, and it was really really good. I enjoyed it immensely. Such a wonderful venue, such a fantastic musician. But, oh so emotionally draining. You see, Heather Nova’s music has been with me for a long time. I’ve grown up with it, emotionally. And so, to hear it performed live, sitting so close to the person who wrote those words that have got me through such terribly desperate times, well, it’s a very powerful experience. I have yet to go to one of her concerts and not come out completely and utterly emotionally exhausted.

Because of this, up until now I’ve always gone to her concerts on my own, knowing that the potential for becoming overwhelmed is pretty high; I’ve simply not wanted to go with anyone who doesn’t get as moved by her music as I do.
But, next week that is to change.

By sheer coincidence I found out that of all the places in the world Ms Nova is playing in Gothenburg on Saturday, and as I’ll be over there to spend some time with my sisters (and *B*, and T) at that time, it seemed like an ideal chance to test my ability to share an emotional experience with another person. My youngest sister, who grew up listening to whatever I served her, has a similar appreciation for music to me, and so it made sense that we go to the concert together. Said and done, I called her up in the middle of the night, to tell her this, and the sum total is that we are now both preparing mentally for this little excursion.

So there you go. Excited trepidation.


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