Archive for October, 2009

This isn’t so much of a rant, as it is a meaningful story!

The other night I was at my weekly country music, band practice and it was a rather special night for me because it was a song recording night, and I was to record my very first song that I had ever written (well co-written actually).

A very good friend of mine and a very experienced singer with many albums to his name had helped me write, compose and create a new song to sing for my local line dancing club. I was extremely excited, having practiced it for hours the day before.

Stay with me here as there is a meaning behind this story…

When it was my turn to sing my song and record it, the difficulties I had with it the day before (and subsequently thought I’d fixed) returned during the recording session and I found myself feeling really annoyed at myself (even though others thought it sounded great).

Not long after I finished the session, I began driving home feeling really frustrated still, it was about 9.30pm and quite dark along this particular stretch of road. When in the distance I saw a car stopped or slowly turning in the middle of the road, to which I found myself quietly abusing them, saying “What on earth are you doing, get out of the way!”…

When I got closer, I found that they’d actually hit something, and I found out that it was a small possum as I drove past… Now I found myself really sad that, that poor little possum a living entity on this earth had been hit.. My attitude all of a sudden “JOLTED” out of “Woe Is Me” syndrome!

Now while I didn’t stop to help, because I was afraid of seeing that poor little possum dead or injured, I noticed that the car in the middle of the road had stopped and was indeed helping that poor little possum… This was the car I abused a few seconds before, now how bad and sad did you think I felt, and how “Stupid” I was for being worried about a stupid song going wrong, that I can easily fix anyway!

So my message to you is, don’t focus on the small meaningless things, becuase in contrast to life itself, it’s all meaningless… Because quite frankly, I would have sung a million bad songs, just to have that little possum to be healthy, well and alive!

How many “bad songs” so to speak, would you sing to save the health, love, well being of the ones you love?