Is there anything like that new CD smell? The anticipation builds as you take its measure and gently run your fingers across the front of her jewel case, caressing her 14mm spine. Letting your mind wonder, you imagine her six-panel insert spread longingly before you, inviting your pursuit. What must her tray card feel like, you wonder? Would it be creamy and smooth or cool with a porous texture? Suddenly, you are in a wanton state. Your animal instincts take over, as you uncontrollably tear the cellophane away from her body with abandon. I must have her, you say. This is my rightful portion on the earth you proclaim.
Oh wait! I’m sorry, I was thinking about something entirely different. WHOO! let me catch my breath. Unfortunately, nobody gets too excited about new CDs anymore. It seems that anyone can make a CD, hence the ocean of music.
However, a great CD is still an accomplishment. Notwithstanding, recently it has occurred to me that I wouldn’t be the first artist in history to suffer the cruel fate of being dead and gone before his or her art was discovered. I try not to think about it. It gets me depressed. Yet, nothing moves product like a Morrison, Joplin, Hendrix, Elvis, Cobain or Jackson narrative. I don’t want it to sound like that I’m not committed to my music but I stopped using drugs when my kids where born. It’s not that I’m opposed to self-destructive behavior. It is just that a good drug habit can be expense and, with the recession, it’s just not a good time for me to start any new bad habits. Plus, even though you tell yourself that you will only buy drugs from nice drug dealers, you know that sooner or later you’ll be hanging out with thugs.
Besides, sitting alone in a dark room, cursing the darkness until the bitter bile chokes the life from my body, just doesn’t sound like the way to go. To be honest, I always thought that I would go out like Butch and Sundance, in a hail of gunfire, with a freeze frame and credits rolling.
At this point my strategic action plan consists of two action items. A) Get out of Indiana. I have my house on the market. You can’t sell a bottle of ChÃ¢teau Latour at Johnny’s Discount Liquor and Smokes. B) Finish the new CD.
On a personal note to anyone whose life is upside down because of the financial crisis and has caught him or herself saying “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” My pop used say in situations like this: “the good news is that you should have plenty of company.” It is sometimes comforting to realize that you’re not alone.