Listening to live music and thinking
I could do this,
just as well, maybe better.
“I could be you, you could be me,”
she just sang.
I was once told that my lyrics
were too straight forward and trite,
not enough imagery and metaphor.
Compared to what I’m listening to,
my lyrics were interesting and had a hook.
But, that’s okay.
It’s good to experience live music,
see what’s out there.
Maybe learn a few tricks,
maybe get some inspiration.
Not everything I hear will hit me
the way I want or need it to.
But it’s music.
It's a person sitting on a stool,
with a shiny black acoustic guitar,
telling the stories behind them.
Exposing her soul.
And i respect that,
whether I relate to the songs or not.
So I stay through the end of the set,
support a local independent business,
support a local musician,
support the community,
support the craft.