Someone said that I naturally do what most writers have problems with. I can simply shoot out words to the story and not worry about how the grammar, syntax, or the flow of the technical side of words happens. While my style is more like a river that meanders along a path where you hop off your raft to collect pieces of the story. My best writing tends to be taking the reader to the stop of a tall cliff and having them jump off, not knowing if they will crash or fly? I am not sure why the reason, that is how I loved entertainment to be, full of emotion, drama, adventure, excitement. Probably more about wonderment and imagination with what was possible in a world that set limits upon itself.
Today, i seem to care more about stripping off all the make-up, facade and illusion and looking at what is really there and seeing beauty in it.
The problem with my writing is that I just am not skilled or gifted in technical elements. Someone learned with the English language would probably spit their coffee on their computer monitor reading this blog, but oddly, I am ok with that. This space is nothing more than a release for a type of steam which escapes for my brain after I brainstorm each morning.
The part that i have a brain, is up for debate among some people i know.
One English professor friend I know once said, “of course you worry about grammar and everything as a writer, it represents who you are as a person.”
In that case, I must be a messy person who cares about the storyline more than the details. When I care about the details, the stories usually suck
I am awaiting a green light on which of the various logos and pages I have to come up with for my brother in laws web presence. Which choice he makes will dictate the body copy and type of images I will use for his story. So yesterday while I waited, I started to storyboard the official Augmanity site (yeah, I know, I can’t stand this p/r marketing stuff the world demands – “if it is on the internet, it must be real!)
So as I scribbled out the visual storyboard, I started to hack away at the body copy and story that I want told. I found myself getting really excited at the idea of bundling 25 plus years of failures and research and trying again. As I typed, I found either I grew up a little bit, or I found myself moving away from the imagination and illusion of entertainment, to something that strip off all the “stuff” of life to allow people to see themselves better, sans their blind spot.
As I wrote, I realized, “shit, you really are onto something here that is different than what the marketplace is yapping about. This is good.”
As I looked at the various script outlines, it became apparent that I needed a word distiller. Most tend to be wanna-bee songwriters in Nashville. In my time there, despite the highest per-cap talent pool on the planet, it wasn’t the musicians that amazed me. It was the people that wrote the songs that I got to spend time with and glean a huge appreciation over just how hard it to use few words that tell a story that says a lot.
Mind you, I have no clue what has happens to country and western music anymore. It seems like a mindless pattern of everyone sounding the same, more akin to everyone trying to get one pop type hit so they can retire. One thing about the Internet is that it allows many bands to actually make a living sans a label, but at the same time, it has diluted great music and talent down a notch. (Just my personal opinion)
So I went looking for an interesting man I knew named Mark Hull. He was the one person that befriended me when I knew no one in Nashville. He was the night shift at the sound studio I had an office in that infamous meltdown called my life. Mark was a bit like me – he just did not fit into the Nashville system. What is that system? I am guessing it is a microcosmic political system that has rules, but if you are an outsider, you are clueless to the rules and how things work.
That is how Mark and I spent many nights – talking about sound, life, and sometimes heading off to some truck stop for dinner at midnight when the building closed.
Yesterday, I had to write a few people I knew, “do you know where mark is?” It has been years since I lost touch with all of Nashville. I am not sure if part of it was I want to forget? Or I really no longer fit into that world? I think it is a bit of both, as when I re-read the script outlines, I realized our technology isn’t about making people giggle and forget, but something far deeper and meaningful.
That is why I thought, “Who is the person that can take my dribble and do it justice because he understands what the technology does?”
Then I thought about Mark. A good guy, that thinks a bit differently from the rest of the normal world.
I was happy to hear he is doing well and out on the road with some world famous guitar player’s band. If there is someone that really does deserve a nice break in life. It was mark.
If you do read this mark, I probably will bash the words down fort he scripts today. I haven’t heard from my brother in law on his choices, so I know I can distill this down (it is more business writing) but if you want to take a shot at it. Get in touch.
I used to get happy when good things happened to myself. Now, I get really happy whenever a good thing happens to someone else.
Life sure is funny. It is simply your choice to change.
So that is my ramble about words. While I marvel at the power they have, I also know of a computer program and artificial intelligence that will churn out tons of stories. That is where our future is heading. in 40 years, i wonder if people will still write books, songs, play instruments when a machine will be able to create and write exactly to whatever the human audience wants. Notice i say, "wants" because the idea of what it "needs" usually isn't very profitable for commercial society.
Maybe that is why I simply like the idea of sitting on Mark’s couch with a guitar I could not play and he took the time to try to teach me the basics of writing a song.
Tis a wonderful craft – telling a story with no wasted words. ideally created by a human mind, not an artifical intelligence computer.