Pursuant to my recent quest to write more frequently and keep everything I’ve been thinking about writing top of mind, I submit this quick one. On Facebook, on a whim I whipped up the below little poem pretty quickly. It reflects what I was thinking about with my recent battles to stay sane in the pandemic as well as (in some degree) my attempt to try to reconcile the Raney family members burden – from Dad, Doug and finally me – to always be perfect, and the inevitable toll it takes when we can’t. I have no illusions anymore, just tremendous new creative energy to straighten out all my shit…
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The price of not being vigilant
Recently I’ve been thinking about the past. All the experiences I’ve had, people I’ve met, music I’ve made and things I’ve written about. When the years pile up, it can be staggering all the things that can be created over time.
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The pRoBLeM With a romantic
The pRoBLeM With a romantic A romantic is movedbut is a bit removed a romantic is lovingbut is often longinga romantic pursuesbut often peruses A romantic likes happy endingsbut doesn’t like them, depending…a romantic like things close at handbut becomes distant at the wave of a wand Cynicism, (the romantic’s alterego)may take the thronebut then is soon overthrownthe romantic blooms againbut a bit overblownand shrinks back to earthand is once again alone The seeds are always thereand the cycle continueswith blindness to the pastand unrestrained hopefulnessabout a future much less hopeless
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The other blog…
For those of you interested in my non-musical doings and thoughts, there’s two other recent posts on my other blog. The subject is herniated disc. Check out here Other Raney Day Thoughts Or click the link to the right Enjoy!
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Ed, Red and Me at Sophia’s
Ed, Red and Me at Sophia’s restaurant, Friday August 11,2006
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