XCIX (99) Someday…

It occurs to me as I write this 99th post that it is quite possible that I may have mis labeled a Roman Numeral or two. I definitely caught one around the 67 mark, but for the most part I haven’t been looking back. After I start looking back after I reach the magical 100th post, I’ll probably start looking back.

I know there have been typos, and I wonder how many times I’ve repeated the same thing, in different ways… and maybe not so different ways. Somebody I was talking to recently was talking about how when you start to look at different artists’ bodies of work, you start to see that a lot of times they’re conveying the same core message in different ways. There’s a truth that they’re trying to get at or uncover. I wonder if I’ll find a thread weaving through these writings?

Let’s see, I’ve talked about time travel, manifestation, the multiverse, mental health… mental health… maybe these are the ravings of a mad man. There is definitely plenty to be mad about, and the 24 hour news cycle/ social media addiction that we’re all a party to can make anybody go off of the deep end.

“Have you ever crawled across the razor’s edge? Attracted to the freefall just beyond the ledge. Gambled with your demons when you should have hedged, then I heard a voice and this is what it said...” -Untitled Alec The Third song from January of this year.

I’ve actually experienced the freefall, the complete meltdown, breakdown, or proverbial deep end, and I stayed there a while. Not by choice, I just couldn’t get back. Those were the truly solo days of New York, the lean years, the art wars. Some people caught that something was amiss, but most people couldn’t see beneath the mask I put on. I learned about the mask.

Have you ever worn a mask?

“M to the A to the S to the K, put the mask on the face just to make the next day” -Fugees, The Mask.

“Everyday I build a mask, up to the task. Another song you see? This music always rescues me, there’s a melody for every mallady, prescription song you see.” -Passing Strange, ‘Work The Wound.’

We all where masks, because identity is an illusion, which causes confusion, and if we’re not careful we play the part but end up losing.

“But it’s never too late, to start the day over. It’s never too late, to pick up the phone, pick up the phone and call me. It’s never too late, to lay your head down on my shoulder. It’s never too late, to come on home.” -Michael Franti

I guess 99 is a bunch of song quotes and musings, I hope whoever you are have found this enlightening or at least amusing. I think of my life in song lyrics, so I’ll leave you with one more quote that I hope we all can believe in. Sung by Donny Hathaway:

“Someday We’ll All Be Free.”