Silence on the Field
last night i stayed home and had a date with music. aside from an interview with soundtheory for radiophive, i sat with my guitar. i’ve heard artists say that the life of a musician can be a lonely one, but i rather like the quiet times. perhaps that’s a crucial part of being an artist - to be able to relish the solitude. i ran across a quote i added to my dream book that should explain it all - "i’m never alone when i write."
at 6pm yesterday evening, i stood upon a soccer field with two women’s college soccer teams. and for 1 and 1/2 minutes, there was complete silence except for me singing the national anthem. a friend of mine told me "just don’t forget the words. cuz it’s not a song. it’s a poem about bombs and war and it just doesn’t make sense." yeah, that may be, but then over 200+ years, we’ve attached so much meaning and emotion to the song. i have never experienced reverence for a song coming through my voice. it was humbling.
it gets me thinking about my role as a patriot. perhaps that’s a discussion for another day. i have been added to the circuit of anthem singers here in LA and recently was invited to sing for the mighty ducks v. l.a. kings national hockey game on september 30 here at the arrowhead pond. i never expected to find myself in this role. i’ve been remembering a lot of what a college professor once said in lecture - the utmost patriot is one that challenges its country and government in an effort to demand the highest ideals. whether i’m ready or not, apathy is slowly losing its dark corner in my heart.