Next time I see Oliver Wood, I want to say, “Hi, I’m Molly McGinn. I’m a songwriter. And I have a few I think you might like to hear.”
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It’s been one of those mornings. Deliberating over whether I was supposed to finish the project or not.
“The Project” being a series of songs inspired by The Great Dismal Swamp in NC. The idea has been orbiting my head like a starry crown for two years, now. And I bought this used book in a shop on Franklin Street on a warm day in late winter to get some ideas. See what else was supposed to come out.
I loved the book. It felt like a lucky charm. A confirmation. I’d taken notes in the margins. Scribbled out lines on the front page that could easily be a whole song.
“I’ll warrant this heart, it’s neither sugar or salt.”
“We grow poor wanting our advantages.”
“Walk on flowers with both hands full.”
It travelled with me, too. Took it to an early spring trip to the beach. Woke up early and spent a chilly ocean morning on the porch, reading, and writing in my dollar composition notebooks. Took pictures of my friends. Took pictures of the book. Posed it with a six pack of Ginger Beer and Candy Cigs and made the pic my Facebook banner.
Then the book disappeared. Scanned the sandy beach bag when I got home for the post-it note laden pages, and it was gone.
Took the loss as a sign that I wasn’t supposed to write the songs.
Eventually, I missed working on them. Missed the mission. Prompted by a roommate at the time, I bought a second copy of the book on amazon.com and reluctantly started reading again. In my mind, it wasn’t as good as the first book. Lost its luck. Lost its charm, and carried with a scolding for losing the first one at all.
And I just kept plugging along. And I forgot about losing the book.
And now, this morning, after thinking on another series of setbacks on this project, and wondering whether or not a white girl has any right to write a Blues Opera about a slave swamp, I started recording some melodies. Writing down words. Went looking for the second copy of the book.
And found the first copy of the book. On my book shelf. So now I have two books.
I’ve got to stop looking for signs.
The star is from the Children’s Home in Winston Salem. And the horses and the sunset from Davidson County.
“Dick Trickle was the last NASCAR driver to keep a pack of smokes in his car. Imagine that now.”
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Wilco. Yea. Along these lines, I told someone recently I was in a Van Halen cover band. And he got very confused. http://www.howaboutwe.com/date-report/1610-what-your-taste-in-music-says-about-you-on-a-date/
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I find everything from this site incredibly offensive and stupidly hilarious.
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