As if it's the Most Important Thing in the World...

Fields of Futility. That is the bane of my existence. The nagging thought that is always lurking on the periphery of my consciousness, that everything I do is crucified on a grand cross & spectrum of futility. From the totally pointless, fruitless, witless; to the mildy "not important" or impactful.

How to deal with it? Just ignore it, and plow forward. Best answer to that sense of futileness? Fuck it.

For instance, yesterday, after a fabulous lunch at one of favorite restaurants, my co-conspirator and I gathered our instruments, a boudhran and a borrowed Martin guitar, set up our little digital recorder, splayed out on an Oriental rug in a grand hallway of a magnificent mansion, and worked on two new songs.

We applied ourselves to the task at hand as if it was the most important thing in the world. You know we were fully alive, in the center of the Universe, doing the great and essential work. Of course, we did also know that what we were doing wasn't really all the important or earth-shaking. It's just a trick of the mind, don't you know?!

But if felt great. Everything else, all the shite of the world around us, fell away. We got lost in the moments of singing & playing. It was a blast, and quite satisfying. Two songs are fighting to emerge. It's always a cool process. Sort of amazing. Sometimes you wonder where and how these little creative bubbles emerge. They seem to descend upon us from the skies.

It was a great way to spend the late afternoon. Healing, soul-enriching. Damn the torpedoes.