(updated below) I have yet to experience an interpersonal relationship that has precisely conformed to my prescription. I am no doctor (my attorney advised that I make this public disclaimer) but I write prescriptions all the time. Little slips of paper with pithy directives, text messages with helpful suggestions, and my personal favorite, the mind-meld, wherein I concentrate extremely hard on how I’d like my myriad patients to behave with regard to their terrible illnesses. A wonder then that my personal brand of imperialism has so few willing subscribers. I am often puzzled by this.
For instance, when I married my lovely wife, whose treasures I surely coveted, I helpfully tried to insert a simple bit of language in our vows that would compel delivery of these treasures to me. Who better to look after these precious gifts? And, having been a righteous steward of these gifts, who better to profit from them? She – and this is a real head-scratcher – declared that she would have no part of this “neo-colonial” relationship. Huh? Well, despite my perplexion, she won that battle. She had done a little reconnaissance, the dear, and had discovered that my war chest was running quite low. It was a surprise to me too!
So here I am, my empire clearly in decline, negotiating with terrorists (pretty much everyone I come across these days), writing and recording songs (like this new one here) as a means of attempting to recede gracefully, and just plain old trying to get along. This is not easy. But I think I now know what Tiny Bradshaw meant when he wrote “Train Kept A Wreckin.” All night (and all day) long.
UPDATE: For those of you who missed the “Works In Progress”‘ interview of yours truly and co-producer Jonathan Visger on Rob Reinhart’s Essential Music, which aired April 24, 2010 on WDET, you can listen to it here.