So I wrote something… maybe a poem… maybe a story… maybe just some random thots about one topic: Live Shows & the hard work behind them…. I sat in a theater style venue in a foreign country writing on the back of my driving directions . . . I write alot & I’m too shy or insecure to publish them but this “creation” has stayed with me the past few weeks so I’m blogging it out…. It’s pretty obvious & simple but also pure . . . what do you think?

Load In to Load Up

rollers clicking past
cases thud against the riser
radio echos surround me
as lamenates & keychains
jingle circles in the air

the trailer spills out her wares
a puzzle to please the masses
as kits & rigs come together
here is the pleasure center
becoming whole once again

silent as a church mouse
I, the lone observer
witness to hard labor
a mostly undetected voyeour
observing & learning
more hidden magic tricks

cables are run
speakers set in place
banner hung high
treasure boxes stored

sounds swarm the hall
testing its resilence
lights dance off shadows
to tease the eyes

massive boards of crowded buttons
awaiting their masters’ command
surrounded by hustle & bustle
I am focused on ….

the lonely mic stand
patiently waiting for someone
to breathe life back into it
yearning to amplify secret thots
surely written by a fevered heart
placed against a melody
once trapped only in the mind

SOON, the thotful melody
will be unleased upon
willing victims - ready to absorb
the bass to their backs
the drums to tickle their toes
the guitar to ring in their ears
the words weaving images in their minds
a collective of sensual energy
gathering power & force
stuck in the bull pen… for now

in a few short hours
these empty seats will fill
women in high heels
men lapping behind them
will flood this hall with
anticipation & starvation
craving a night of music food
to complete their lacking souls

to provide an escape, a release
to erase the day’s sad events
to celebrate the start of a union
to recall blissful memories

music will heal their wounds
music will expand their visions
music will lift their hearts
music will make me whole
once more if just tonight

when the final curtain falls
the trailer will open her craw
to recieve her puzzle treasures
for safe carting until tomorrow
in some other place
full of different people
awaiting their turn . . .