I’ve been singing and playing guitar in an incredibly amateur fashion for most of my life, keeping myself amused and seldom going farther…except for that short period when I’d get all the beer I could drink (the fee for that was actually just $2, anyway), at the bar where the submariners hung out on the Navy base, if I sang “Sunshine On My Shoulders” for Roger, but that’s a whole ‘nother story. I’ve been writing songs for around 25 years, but not prolifically and never really intended for the public. Come to think of it, everything I’ve written was very personal and written to tell somebody “I love you.”
But really, all good writing, of any kind, comes from a very personal place, with a deep meaning to the author even if not to Everybody Out There. A lot of other people may find that meaning, too, and if that’s not a giant throng of humanity, so what? If it enriches one other person’s life in some way, then it’s had a positive effect on the universe. Miniscule, perhaps, but every little positive helps. Maybe it’s a good thing to add every positive you can, because I think it’s everybody’s job to make the universe just a little better off than it was when you found it. Maybe that’s what humanity is all about.
Recently I read a quote by a smart lady named Glennon Doyle: “If you feel something calling you to dance or write or paint or sing, please refuse to worry about whether you’re good enough. Just do it. Be generous. Offer a gift to the world that no one else can offer: yourself. “
I’ve never thought about my songs as “good enough” for the public, and I’ve always been too much of an introvert to say, “Hey, universe! Look what I did!” They were just meant to make someone smile and know how I felt. Gifts. But it’s possible that somebody else out there might hear one some day and smile, too, and the universe might do a miniscule quiver…a tiny little happy dance. So maybe it’s time to let some of them just swirl around the electronosphere a little, and spread a smile or two on the off chance somebody stumbles across them one of these days, and just maybe I’ll feel that little quiver all the way back to me, and I’ll smile, too.
So maybe from time to time I can manage to record one of these little gifts and post it. It couldn’t hurt too much, could it?
Look out, universe!