It's too weird that I haven't been all bandwife-y lately, right?
I admit it's been a while since I so much as
casually mentioned a certain band. THE band, obvi: The Mister's
(Wonder)-bread-and-(i-cant-
No rehearsing, no recording, no shows, no tours.
{ why is this not happening? like, now? cold case. }
(If you know me in real life, I've undoubtedly blabbed the whole story in person. If I haven't, we clearly need to do coffee. Stat!)
What does this all mean in the grand scheme of life/music for Alex and me? We still don't know. But while Sweet Thing is on an unspecified break, I do know that I have a lot less me-time and it's making me squirm.
Look at me! I soaked pillows upon pillows with fat tears feeling sorry for myself and my tragic lonely bandwife condition. Now I'm complaining that I never get the
house to myself? Can you believe this girl?! Impossible to satisfy. I also know that I really, really, REALLY miss it. It = everything.
Especially the cheering. Oh dear. I'm a piece of work.
I should be less self-involved. This big empty space is his burden, not mine. During this weird limbo stage in his life, Alex is contemplating this: what, oh what, to DO with all of this free time!
{ I mean, who ARE these people!? }
I should be less self-involved. This big empty space is his burden, not mine. During this weird limbo stage in his life, Alex is contemplating this: what, oh what, to DO with all of this free time!
Well.
Write an album, of course.
I'm
sure he'd rather I not trumpet this fact to the masses (or the 8 people who read my blog) but it's his fault for
marrying an oversharer/big-mouth. INYOFACESUCKA!
He's built himself a "music room" in our unfinished basement. I am convinced that mold spores will be the cause of his untimely death. But he's a badass musician, right? A big middle-finger/crotch-grab to death!!! Not really. He's just SO desperate for his own space that he's willing to make himself a little sick for it. Sigh. We need to move.
So the music plays on, Sweet Thing or no Sweet Thing. It's a good thing. I think. It's the only "career" he really wants. But I'm pushing for a more stable Plan B in case the music thing doesn't work out. I sound un-supportive. Oh no, no. It's not for any lack of faith in his awesomeness, just complete disdain for the pathetic, crumbling music industry (especially in Canada).
He's built himself a "music room" in our unfinished basement. I am convinced that mold spores will be the cause of his untimely death. But he's a badass musician, right? A big middle-finger/crotch-grab to death!!! Not really. He's just SO desperate for his own space that he's willing to make himself a little sick for it. Sigh. We need to move.
{ really? unfit for humans. even for THIS caveman. }
So the music plays on, Sweet Thing or no Sweet Thing. It's a good thing. I think. It's the only "career" he really wants. But I'm pushing for a more stable Plan B in case the music thing doesn't work out. I sound un-supportive. Oh no, no. It's not for any lack of faith in his awesomeness, just complete disdain for the pathetic, crumbling music industry (especially in Canada).
Sure, I married the creative left-brain type. I AM the creative left-brain type: "Spontaneity! Romantic poverty! Starving for art! Love is all you need!" But that side of me is very equally balanced by my
plan-ahead, pragmatic right-brain: "Investments! Budgets! Colour-coded file folders! 5-year plans!"
And this side of me is displeased. But he's trying. He has a
solid background in the tv biz and is going through the
soul-crushing task of writing endless cover letters and applying for
roles for which he's hella-overqualified. I can't believe we're back
HERE again.
And what of me? Since my bandwife role has been stripped bare, I feel disconnected from his music-life.
{ scruffy beards and wayward dress-straps? we belong in a green room }
We've already decided that if the solo thing takes off, I'd be
his daily biz manager (ahem, nagging wife with additional accounting
duties) and responsible for all of his big-upping (I'm experienced). But what about now?
Oh, well, y'know, I'm just going to...
WRITE LYRICS!
So excited. He's agreed to give me 2 unfinished songs and I get to pen the words! Are you really understanding how awesome this is?!? Don't laugh. This part requires little to no musical ability (and I have little to no musical ability, emphasis on "no"). I'm not a bad poet and I love words to death, so I might actually pull this off. The vocal melody is there, so easy-peasy, yeah? Also, if we write a hit, I'll rake in the royalties. Ha.
So excited. He's agreed to give me 2 unfinished songs and I get to pen the words! Are you really understanding how awesome this is?!? Don't laugh. This part requires little to no musical ability (and I have little to no musical ability, emphasis on "no"). I'm not a bad poet and I love words to death, so I might actually pull this off. The vocal melody is there, so easy-peasy, yeah? Also, if we write a hit, I'll rake in the royalties. Ha.
John's Imagine was based on Yoko's imagination, after all. I need to live up to my handle.
