Monday, October 25, 2010
Love Songs or Alcohol
On your best day they'll love you and on you're worst day they'll hate you.
If they don't find one or the other, they never really cared to begin with.
That's what it feels like on the stage. Some nights you might find yourself a King and others you might find yourself a Pauper. It's an ugly gamble that you choose to make when you climb those three steps.
I say this because one day you'll start wondering and, knowing you as I have, you'll seek out the Why.
You don't have to sing better than everyone else. You don't have to play better than anyone else. You don't even have to give them something worth remembering. That isn't your job. Your job is to give them everything in you that is worthy of giving away. What they do with it is up to them.
Your Daddy has been there. On both sides of the bulbs.
There was a reason I put a full length mirror in both of your rooms. Ha Ha. There was a reason that Santa brought you instruments. He & I were in agreement. We both know what you'll end up chasing. It's in your blood. It's in your flesh. It's in your mind. It's in You.
Find a way to give them Love Songs or Alcohol.
That's what they're looking for.
Except when they're not.