Friday, July 13, 2007

On the Foolish Act of Falling Asleep.

I do this a lot.

I'm in bed, I'm all cozy and comfy and drifty, and maybe it's because I'm relaxed--I'm not thinking about what I need to do or where I gotta go or any of the various deadline-driven entities that enter my brain at any given moment--so yes, it probably is because I'm relaxed: The ideas start flying. "Oh, that's great!" I think to myself in my cozy, comfy, drifty state between waking and sleeping. "I love that, I gotta do that." Or, more importantly, "Maybe I should write this down."

Last night I wrote a song in my head for Fools Pre-Show and did not write it down.

Do I know what that song is today? Of course not.

I NEVER write these things down. I'm too damn cozy, comfy and drifty to drag myself out of bed for it. Or, more importantly, too lazy.

On that note, though, I have been giving a lot of thought to Hank Williams and the foolishness of love. I think my Ellwood P. Dowd-inspired pleasantness and cookie-dispersing is coupled with a Hank Williams dark and bitter soundtrack. Jimmy Stewart's Ellwood P. and HW are from the same time, only how very different was their outlook on life.


Blogger RFS said...

reading this reminded me of some famous guy who used to intentionally fall asleep in a chair sitting up so he would experience waking up to dreams more often. but, i cannot at all remember who it was!

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