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Here it comes...

5/23/2013

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Here it comes Friday night.
It's been too long a week for a slow dance so don't expect one
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Friday night! When "once upon a time" it was the center of my universe. That "sweet spot" in my week where few things went wrong. Those things that did often could make "Friday Night" story even better! At least in retrospect.

I'm not exactly sure when or where my energy of a Friday night started to falter...perhaps January 1996 with the birth of my oldest daughter. Sure I was always excited for the weekend but Friday night? Friday night started to fade. Those halcyon teenage days slipped even further out of from the sparkle of my aging eyes. Until...

I got my very own teenagers! I can see the excitement in their eyes. The same sparkle I had in mine at another time. I can feel the energy that swirls by me as they pass heading out the door with the "I love ya...see ya later" wave. I'm not saying I've lost my appreciation for a good Friday night...I am saying rarely have I started planning my Friday night on a Saturday morning! But, perhaps I did too it's been so long ago. Others have suggested as much while in reflective discussions on my past youthful character! Perhaps.

FLASHBACK
Friday night means a hot shower and cool clothes. Finding answers, being senseless, and putting me out there. 
Friday night means good friends and dirty jokes. Taking chances, first time kisses, and cold county line beer! 
Friday night means here I come and there I go! Hoping Mom is fooled and Dad too busy to care!
Here it comes...Friday night!

It's a treat to feel and see their Friday Night energy. Reminds me that my fifty year edges could use some polishing up by a Friday night skylight now and then. My daughters have reminded me that a good friend makes an excellent Friday Night scapegoat (when required) and can lighten nearly any inquisition!  To all friends and collegues (past and present) I threw under the bus late on a Friday night or even worse on a Saturday morning. I apologize for my shameful alibi. I'm a better person now...at least til Friday night!

Here it comes. Friday night and I don't feel like a slow dance!

See you being seen,

Fish
 
   


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She Don't Even Know - Cleveland

5/9/2013

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She don't even know.
She don't even know the "animals" I've seen. The pain, the misery, and where evil has been.
She don't even know what the world can do. Hide you away, lock you down, turn the screw.
She don't even know a change will come. The innocence of a child is always undone.
She don't even know the tick tocks of time. She will see bad and she will see crime.
She don't even know for today is good. I'd keep it all from her if only I could.
She don't even know how fast evil can move. The darkness is real when we step out of youth.
She don't even know the blessings I sow. The biggest for now is she don't even know. 
She don't even know.

 
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Six Strings on a Wooden Box

5/2/2013

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Six strings on a wooden box don't always ring in harmony. I have to admit that the hours I have spent picking, strumming, playing, and slapping that guitar did not always make good music. Sometimes the process is ugly. Did you know there are only 48 notes on a typical guitar and on some days none of them sound right?

Kind of reminds me of America and our history, our politics, our egos, and our voices. Sometimes our process is ugly. We are critical even in the best of times and down right defensive in the worst of times...seldom are we harmonious.

It's that unstable beat that continues to move our nations song to someplace new, different, and perhaps a space in time where we as individuals enjoy momentary satisfaction. A period in time when all the notes are played with a purpose that unites. When skilled musicians and politicians are able to bend the note to a sweet spot without it being broken. Pushing us to our limits to enjoy the accomplishments of how far one can go or to look back with a smile on how far we came.

I am presently working on a new song "Make a Man Out of You"...about all the things that push and pull a man during his lifetime. As it slowly comes together I began to realize (again) that though I may feel many of the same forces as you the effects on us may be quite different. Although we may share these same concerns and questions to life, our roles, our society, we are not in harmony with the answers. We will identify differently with what is a "good" man and what were the driving forces that made him.

You'll hear my take on it soon enough but in the meantime let's all respect our differences and appreciate ALL the notes to our nations song...even the silence between the notes. It does not have to be exact or in harmony but it does have to be played. Play on, everyone play on...not louder, not softer...just play.

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