...and I probably shouldn't even bother...but I have this huge shit eating grin on my face so I may as well dump it somewhere. I took a bit of grief, but got a lot of support, for posting a similar thread into the forum...and I promised the greivor that I wouldn't post this sort of ramble up there again. So, the forum is out. And, it's hardly a BDSM related post, so that's out. I guess that leaves the General Discussion section....although this isn't really the sort of post that will elicit much in the way of "discussion".
Two weeks ago, I commissioned a song about myself from my eldest daughter's best friend. She is the sort of "starving artist" type...has incredible innate talent....has some space on CBC Radio 3...has done some local gigs at various coffee houses...blah blah blah. You know the kind, it won't amount to a hill of beans but she is doing what she enjoys doing...and, to her that, I am sure, is priceless. She is my daughter's best friend, has been for a few years, and they are going to Australia for a year come this September. Given that my baby has prorogued twice in terms of disciplined higher education, I cannot think this is anything but a good thing. A year of travel is worth a year if not more...of disciplined higher learning. Besides, the songwriter was happy to get $50. I can hardly go too far wrong for that sum.
I bring this up only because of the reply given by the songwriter to my ex when posed the question...."ohhh, what will your parents think?"...the reply was...."well, my mom is quite upset about this. She will miss me to death". How can you not love a reply like that? She has good parents. I have met them both....and they even like me. Fools.
So...my song. I sketched the commission out....told her to consult with friends, family, whomever...all as required. Put the good in with the bad. Just make it an honest representation of that perception. And....it is MY song....for my ears only...not for publication.
I received it today. She nailed it. I would have been slightly harder on myself, but I am stupidly happy to think this is an outsider's view on my own self.
I have good kids....I judge them by the ones they surround themselves with....they are in good hands.
kindest,
eddie.
Two weeks ago, I commissioned a song about myself from my eldest daughter's best friend. She is the sort of "starving artist" type...has incredible innate talent....has some space on CBC Radio 3...has done some local gigs at various coffee houses...blah blah blah. You know the kind, it won't amount to a hill of beans but she is doing what she enjoys doing...and, to her that, I am sure, is priceless. She is my daughter's best friend, has been for a few years, and they are going to Australia for a year come this September. Given that my baby has prorogued twice in terms of disciplined higher education, I cannot think this is anything but a good thing. A year of travel is worth a year if not more...of disciplined higher learning. Besides, the songwriter was happy to get $50. I can hardly go too far wrong for that sum.
I bring this up only because of the reply given by the songwriter to my ex when posed the question...."ohhh, what will your parents think?"...the reply was...."well, my mom is quite upset about this. She will miss me to death". How can you not love a reply like that? She has good parents. I have met them both....and they even like me. Fools.
So...my song. I sketched the commission out....told her to consult with friends, family, whomever...all as required. Put the good in with the bad. Just make it an honest representation of that perception. And....it is MY song....for my ears only...not for publication.
I received it today. She nailed it. I would have been slightly harder on myself, but I am stupidly happy to think this is an outsider's view on my own self.
I have good kids....I judge them by the ones they surround themselves with....they are in good hands.
kindest,
eddie.
