A few words acknowledging a largely unknown recording artist's contribution to the personal literary cause is the subject considered in this week's post.
I have long been a grateful recipient of the healing power of music. A fellow seeming addicted to high risk and low reward pursuits the metaphorical peaks of the vocational ranges I've attempted to scale have regularly proved injurious. Varying degrees of damage from many painful falls most often taken publicly by the endless wandering explorer has been the inevitable result. The scars left on body and mind though for the most part ignored are real as the history of the latter day pirate that carries them.
I've paid the price required for my experience in all ways necessary.
That the cost of the attempt has on occasion proved more than a man was able to meet is not denied here. For glory though found in achievement is also reserved; if in less quantity, for those failing through honest attempt. To choose not to fight while often the better form of discretion is rarely viewed as valorous in either distinction or achievement. I consider it good fortune meanwhile to find those risks necessary to a pursuit add to the pleasure of it. Thus have I also willingly exchanged the results of my efforts for monetary reward from each audience with gratitude discovered.
The life of a professional in each instance has been a great privilege to lead.
The career paths of few artists' in any discipline describe a graduated slope and acceptance of rapidly changing and unpredictable circumstance is a known requirement of the professional lifestyle. An understanding of the established corporate ratio of ten percent of artist investments producing ninety percent of expected revenue is also crucial to long term independent viability. Those unwilling to appreciate accepted industrial facts are soon culled by ineffable circumstance making acknowledgement of their misunderstanding unnecessary. For despite internet memes to the contrary the law of supply and demand continues to rule strict the established worlds of professional music and published literature. The claimed democratization created by the internet simply increased the scale of the enterprise necessary to surmount the background noise created by the false hope of newfound independence. In the absence of arbitrarily applied controls a system so described while often brutal functions as equitable as reason allows in such an environment.
No denial is here offered to the rarity of systems absent such controls known to exist within the confines of temporal reality.
A review of the inequities common to daily living however is not the subject of the weekly discourse. The mental and emotional balance restored and communicated to its practitioner by the mysterious healing power found in music is the topic under examination this week. To celebrate the gratefully received benefits of this strange and ethereal stuff and the now departed facilitator of my personal experience of it the purpose. For at no time has this warm gift been exhausted of its peculiar power despite all circumstance and demand made upon it by either practical refinement or vocational pursuit.
The thing astounds with an ability to relieve a singular madness by indulging it.
In the fading light yet cast by a rapidly receding memory the erstwhile career of the recording artist is appreciated now with greater respect. For though he passes with few mourners his work was ever the sole tie that bound a badly damaged writer to a ne'er forgotten task. The demanding career both healed and restored a talent thought destroyed by tumultuous failure and tortuous self-destruction. As the determination required and the resulting appreciation meanwhile encouraged thoughtful re-evaluation of a much earlier dedication. A storyteller once overburdened by experience was allowed to work well-hidden while the recording artist provided sustenance and time for rumination.
Decades of therapeutic relief passed in the joy of a career pursuit set to music.
The healing was undeniable and revealed to the writer as the facility for exhaustive literary effort, slow and painstaking, returned. Stamina developed through years of relentless travel and confidence built from numberless nights performing to countless anonymous faces immutably sharpened required insight. Criticism and the challenge of professional survival strengthened a resolve transmuted by success in endeavors beyond the artistic. Wisdom gained in failure was also synthesized in the creation of music and song necessitating the evaluation of individual motivation and personal character in depth. This investigation; which would be the eventual savior of the writer, is a sacrifice made by the late recording artist most appreciated.
An old wives' tale long noted the death of one in a home will often precede the birth of another.
So it would appear the recording artist; for only a moment or perhaps longer, has passed from the forefront of the writers' recorded history. For decades a writer of fiction working unpublished the recorded songwriter now cedes his position to the published novelist. As the work of the writer despite going unread in the past continued so too songs unrecorded will be sung by the artist in the future. Done for its own sake this work ever lives external to the interest of its creator has long been the accepted view of the writer. Though stating the obvious however personal acknowledgement for a service so valuable now sudden and with little explanation removed is at the least appropriate. That music healed and restored while enabling the return to a program of regular and dedicated writing cannot with reason be denied. Without it the fiction would no doubt remain in the unread purgatory where it languished through decades. While some might doubt the benefit the results speak on their own behalf when evaluated for artistic or technical merit.
With delight I acknowledge the peculiar satisfaction granted to the writer by each work's successful completion.
The writer while enjoying the appreciation of readers like the recording artist to listeners offers neither insight nor comment in response to it. Likewise to reveal either thematic motivation or stylistic intent while often tempting is instead left to the imagination of the consumer. Most work purposely layered and intrusively subtle is appreciated by few and those choosing to create it most times are aware of the fact.
Like it or not, the writer's opportunity to speak lives on the published page and the time for creative reconsideration is then forever lost.
Even so I admit holding onto short stories badly written during earlier times believed best seen by none but their writer and the editor unfortunate to be then engaged. Like the unreleased backtracks of the recording artist these souvenirs of targets missed are held close with tender fascination by their maker. Though at no time are they intended for public dissemination. The readers' nod of understanding for the writer's foolish sentiment is here gratefully accepted without additional comment.
As some songs are best left unrecorded so indeed are those words the writer should choose to leave unpublished.
The reception earned by the recording artist meanwhile encouraged the publication of writings in other mediums. The notice gained by those efforts also contributed to the eventual return to prose fiction. While the discipline enforced and embraced by music pursued as vocation created a circumstance suitable to such an end in this case similar healing effects are often observed in a variety of instances. Both creation and appreciation of it seem to commute a similar unconscious benefit to performer and listener. The science while somewhat esoteric grows in support of the conclusion. Research continues though the writer is largely ignorant beyond respect for a potent reality personally experienced. Like electricity and similar delightful scientific mysteries knowledge of its exact underpinnings while certainly edifying is not a requirement of either benefit or regard.
A flick of a switch mysteriously connected to an unknown source of power in both cases reliably lights the way.
This work of writing novels; while so far lacking even the modest financial reward of professional music, is without doubt the most satisfying either undertaken or realized. The untimely death of a recording artist is thus not celebrated though delivery of a functional artistic method is with the greatest of appreciation here observed. A celebration of the contribution made by music in the search for keys to insight and expression is simply with this notice thus commemorated. For to the late recording artist is owed a real debt, which the writer can repay only through earnest dedication applied with honesty to his craft.
A man will, one day if not soon, look back fondly to madness once loved and only with sorrow now recalled.
In other news the date of November 12, 2016, has been confirmed for publication of my second novel, whose title will be revealed at a later date. Work is again underway on what is planned as my third. The strategy continues to be the way of independence enabled by Amazon though all circumstances are subject to change when dealing in the long term. Like some strange magic meanwhile the much enjoyed work continues under the usual set of fortunate circumstances found here. With great pleasure I am again reminded of the intense joy found working at a task to which one cannot assign a specific value beyond a wholehearted love of its completion.
A man thus, and willingly, endeavors to persevere.
Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.
February 22, 2016