Life Goes On

Sometimes I get so many ideas in my head, I want to do too many things at once. Then I wonder if I do anything really well at all. Like when I played in four bands at the same time. It’s not this Attention Deficit Disorder that afflicts me. No. I have parents that raised me to THINK that I could do anything I wanted. That’s a blessing and a curse, as they say. I still haven’t found a job. Seems that most companies want your brains and your soul only to pay barely above minimum wage. So, what else can I do but try to occupy myself with interesting projects? Unlike Molly & Desmond Jones, I don’t have children to lovingly suck the life out of me. Does Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da have some deep message for us all? As I recorded the song and played it over and over, it became sort of infectious. I found my self smiling and genuinely laughing as I recorded the vocals. It seems that many people (including John Lennon) don’t (didn’t) like this song, but it was a huge hit! What does that say about us? The life depicted in this song seems very ordinary to me – work, children, marriage – yet, it’s kind of romantic too. And dear Molly sings in a band. She’s a mom but I think she has a few dreams that she’s not giving up.

I gave my dad a sneak preview of the song yesterday. He was in a crabby mood  and I wasn’t looking forward to spending the day with him. He barely gets moving these days, so he’s cold all the time. The weather has changed in Michigan and he’s not adapting well. But he still likes to get out of the house and go somewhere. Anywhere. I always play the oldies radio for him in the car because he loves popular music and my mom doesn’t play anything in their house but church music. I told him that I recorded a new song and played it for him. He actually said it was “beautiful” and clapped his hands along to the music. I don’t expect ANYONE else to have the same reaction as he did. He may have dementia and not know who the hell he is half the time, but he is still my dad.