I’d always thought that the term “cold sweat” was a purely literary invention; either that or an expression James Brown made up to write a song about. You can’t really sweat and be cold at the same time, can you?
It turns out you can. What’s more, it turns out I can, and I was – at 3 a.m. this morning as I awoke from a dream, gasping for air, smack in the middle of a full-blown panic attack.
It took a while to get a grip afterward. It even took a while to recognize my surroundings. Was I in my old apartment in San Francisco, in my childhood home, or in the barracks at some air base in Europe circa 1964? And what was happening? Someone had me in their crosshairs, that much seemed clear, but who they were and why they were gunning for me was a complete mystery.
After I’d settled down and had some time to collect myself, I realized that both the panic attack and the dream were related to the subject of this blog: an old guy, me, who has suddenly decided to follow his bliss.
It came to me then that this whole thing, this effort to get recognition for my work as a songwriter is not just a diversion, not simply an excuse to get online and talk about myself. What this is, is my very own, very succinct “bucket list.” It’s the one thing that I know I really must do before I die.
Why does that scare me? I know why. I don’t really want to talk about it, but I probably should anyway. Simply stated, I’m afraid I’m not any good, and if that’s true, I don’t want you to find out about it
This isn’t false modesty, I promise you. I have friends whose musical judgment I thoroughly respect, who assure me that they really like some of my songs. I’ve been to Nashville and L.A., where I took meetings with some fairly important people, some of whom I got to know as friends, and none of whom seemed in any hurry to throw me out of their offices. Admittedly, not much happened as a result of those meetings, but the vibes were reasonably positive, nonetheless.
I’ve even had a few close calls with real success. Both Mickey Gilley and Eddy Money made test recordings, demos, of “Annie’s Got a Friend,” a song I wrote years ago with Rick Nowels. While at the top of their game, the group Alabama hung on to one of my songs for months before they finally let it go. All these people ultimately passed on my stuff, but it got close.
I remember too, when local boy, Huey Lewis, took Pete Elman and me to lunch one day because he’d heard a tape we made and wanted to meet us. I even played a song for country legend Harlan Howard one afternoon. “Nice,” he said. “I can’t use it, but you got something really nice there.”
Stuff like that happened a lot.
Objectively, I know I’m not a total loser, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling like one. That idea, that apprehension, that fear which has stalked me through life, in whatever realm I found myself, has also kept me from making a full-blown, balls out run at achieving my goal. And now, late in my life, when I’m really trying to do something about it, it’s still scaring the shit out of me.
That’s why this blog is so important and why I feel compelled to keep on writing to you, my phantom readers. It’s because I don’t want you to see me giving up on my quest, even if you’re not really watching.
Finally, I also want to report that I’ve ticked a few actual chores off my ‘to do’ list. In my studio, I’ve updated my audio recording software, replaced my uniform power supply and tweaked my mixing board. Next week, after I finish some unrelated money gigs, I’m going to crank things up and get to work on the first track I plan to release.
That song is called “Stop Where You Are.” Click here to hear it as it is now, before I make any changes. That way, afterward you can tell me whether I’ve improved it or screwed it up.
That’s all for now. I’ll see you next time. Until them, all the best from me, Ray Staar, Music Dinosaur.
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