Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rock & Roll Refugee..."
In the Monastery of Thought, conviction, True faith, and Songwriting isolation, parking out them TUNES to make boys "Whoop-dee-Do!" and the girls, "Turn up the Heat!", where DO these Nuns of Nunnery and Damask Lads GO in the here and now...after the lights of Promise have been disconnected, after the Rock & Roll show?... And that inner combustion, that "Id", that Songwriting machine that just will NOT let go, reversed/rewind in the recording studio of your mind, clinging!?
BAD songs keep popping up in the middle of J.S.Bach's "HAIR on a G String"; songs such as George Michael (Suspect handle!)'s "Last Christmas", soliciting a Pedophile Crush in the public toilets (the GENTS), MacArthur Park-Lost Angeles, California!
My OWN personnel (Jesus) therapy is...FIRST THING in the morning when that blessed RECURRING song pops up in your (mostly mine) head, and all through coffee, Bacon and Heads, skipping Bread and Marmalade (All BAND names, incidentally?), the first 6 beers, then on to 2 Vino Bianco's (pant, pant!) IS to PURGE yourself with a Neil Diamond song: "SONG SUNG SUE!" usually does the trick (It works for Lawyers, anyhow). And then, at the crack of "Happy Hour", ONWARD my aging Sisters and Brothers! Onward...to last night's creative spirit, last night's Postscript, your notebook/I-Pad ...to find (Must need stronger Specs?), er... to find out - much later - that the page is blank!
When the Music's over? -Like a Rock & Roll Refugee: Turn out the light.
c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO....:)
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