Thursday’s child has far to go
By now the calendar says it’s Thursday. Going back two days to Tuesday and the post “Shoulda Been A Monday,” there are a few loose ends to pick up.
On Tuesday, the post relayed a couple of incidents that don’t normally occur in every day life. Exceptional writers capitalize on what they know. Parsing out that slice of everyday life is what good music is made of even if it happens to be esoteric and eccentric. Lyrically rehashing cliches and knock offs of the last big hit isn’t doing anyone one little bit of good.
“Shoulda Been A Monday” at face value describes frustration without one single cliche. The smell of burnt soap and an irreplaceable email evaporating into the ethers are examples of events that are out of the ordinary. Not very sexy examples, but examples nonetheless, and why I bothered to even write them down. They are the unusual steeped in the day-to-day.
That’s where great art comes from.
If you want to write great music read tons of books from classic to contemporary. Visit galleries and art museums often. Look at photos from your family albums, then visit an exhibit to see what someone captured on the other end of a lens.
Most of the world is programmed to be reproductive. Brought up in public schools we have homework to repeat what we learned reproducing countless times the same answer to different examples.
Great artists are productive, not reproductive. They constantly create. Masterpieces are not mass produced, spit out from an assembly line. A good, if not great, artist knows this intuitively. If you want to crank out manufactured music, by all means you should, but don’t assume just because you want to do this the world is waiting on baited breath.
If you want to create art get ready to roll up your sleeves and sharpen your pencil. This takes work, sleepless nights, integrity, and discipline.
The differences between an artist and a musician are separated by the moon and the stars. Which one do you want to be?
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace;
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go;
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living;
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
– Mother Goose