The Adventures of the Blind/Low Vision/Visually Impaired (BLOVI) Girl-Volume 71: I Woke Up with a Song in my Head and Now Have an EP
About nine days ago I woke up with an idea for a song that formed quickly with lyrics and a melody. Since then I have written three more songs and have been living with them in my head and singing them. I have no clue where they came from or if there are any more. My sudden and unexpected foray into song writing is the focus of this blog. But first……….
My WTF of the week is that there is hair returning after 7 rounds of laser hair removal. I thought the point of laser hair removal was that it is permanent. That is where I was wrong. I could not see, but started to suspect (by feel), that there were some hairs growing back, albeit thin and sparse. Then there was an unfortunate bikini incident which confirmed the presence of hair where there should be no hair. Should I have asked for the kind of hairy Sicilian package, which may have included more sessions? My next step was to use the epilator (that instrument of torture that rips out your hair like a million tweezers) on areas where no one and I mean no one should attempt to use an epilator, no matter what the sensitive area attachment and instructions say. So now I am checking for hairs, which are too thin and sparse for me to see, but which others can easily see, through placing my zoom camera on these areas-not for the faint of heart. This is too much work for me. So, I will now figure out how many more laser sessions I will have to do until the hair is actually permanently gone.
This week I can’t get enough of the NYC Housewives. I am unabashedly a huge fan of the NYC version as it is superior to the rest of the housewives. I like the three new women on the show. I love Aviva because she has a wonderful sense of humor about her fake leg. She brought an extra leg (a tanned one) to get a pedicure and has had some great lines like “my one leg is freezing”. I also love the morose Heather who loves to talk about her “issues”, as Ramona puts it. We are at episode three and I think I have heard about her son’s liver failure 25 times-way to milk it Bravo. And Carol is a shameless flirt who does not want to do commitment so I love her. I wish I had her balls when it comes to approaching men. And this season Sonja just seems drunk all the time and Ramona has the crazy eyes look and strange tangential thought patterns. Luanne, who is my style hero and I may also rock her haircut in the near future, is so full of herself as always. I am looking forward to a great season as the New Jersey and OC Housewives have almost become unwatchable.
One of the main goals I had this summer was to begin reading through all the blogs I had written and turning them into a book. Having managed to avoid this task in May, I figured June was the month the book process would begin. But when I started thinking about the book I somehow could not muster up the energy to go through the old blogs. I thought I may just not have a book in me or maybe I am not really creative. In the midst of all this came the songs. They came after seeing some live music and hanging out with some singer/songwriters in Asheville, so maybe that is what inspired me. I had no plans to write songs, I just woke up one morning and the better part of a song with a melody was just there in my head. Half asleep I continued to write words and when I got up I made the decision to write them down. And there was a song. Interestingly it was kind of a country song.
I have written songs before, mostly in my 20’s. They were all angry chick songs and I likened myself to be the next Courtney Love or Kathleen Hanna or Kim Gordon. I rarely wrote the songs down. Pieces of them just came and went and seemed to make little sense later. I deemed them immature and amateurish. I even tried to learn to play the guitar so I could strum along with the songs. But that was just too much work. So the song writing stopped as I got more mature and more responsibilities came my way. That is, until now.
Once I wrote the first song another one came in the same day and by the third day I had three songs. A fourth came a few days later and when I wrote it down a fifth began to appear. It is interesting that my songs sound country and folky because I do not like country music. The lyrics are simple and straightforward because I think and talk that way. They are brutally honest. I may have to write under a pseudonym so I still have friends and family who will speak to me. So what do I do with these songs? Since I can’t read or play music (unless you consider playing the drums badly playing music) I need musicians to help me turn the lyrics and their melodies into a structure that makes a song. You know the verse chorus verse thing. I am not sure why I am making the effort now to do something with my songs. When I sing them I think to myself crazy stuff like, “I could hear Faith Hill singing this”. They actually seem like decent songs and not just angry immature crap. And I could be wrong. When I share them with other singer/songwriters, which I will be doing, they may think they are crap and also that I have no business singing. But I plan to sing my songs at an open mike in the near future and I am ready for the feedback. At this age, in this unplanned and unexpected adventure, what do I have to lose? I have everything to gain.
I think I should be thankful that, for some reason, the songs came to me. And I still plan to write the book. Maybe that will just come to me too. What I have realized, and probably have been preaching for months, is that it is never too late to do anything and sometimes you just have to go for it. To some it makes me seem scattered or all over the place. But to me it makes me feel open to new experiences and willing to take risks. What happens or does not happen with these songs will be fun to do and to watch.
Keep Moving Forward,
Beth (BLOVI) Medlock
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