Thursday, September 15, 2005

What Do I Know?

I had a really bad dream a couple of nights ago. Someone had broken into our house and stolen all of my musical equipment. Guitars, speakers, amplifiers, computers were all gone. I was devastated because there was no way to replace any of it. This dream was brought on by the fact that we are going away for a week, the dogs will be left in the kennels, and it would be very easy for someone to break into our house. So last night I bought some property insurance to cover the contents of our lowly little house. Heather reminded me of an old song that I wrote some time in college (note: this is not a very good song, if you are offended by hastily written lyrics, cheap clichés, and contrived stories please look away now).

(verse 2)
So one day my car was broken and I had to catch a bus
I sat next to a friendly man who said his name was Gus
I asked 'bout his job and I asked 'bout his day
As he was reading in the paper about clones and DNA
With a big black shiny brief case and a Windsor knotted tie
He tried to sell me house insurance to protect the things I buy
I said I don't know about money, there's not that much I own
And I don't know why the scientists are trying to make clones
but there is one thing I know...

(chorus)
There's been a change in me
I was blind but now I see
And now I know the truth
And the truth has set me free...

I had to look up the words in my old songbook because I couldn't really remember it. I told Heather that is must be a really good song for her to remember it after all these years. She told me that she did not remember it because it was a very good song, but because I played it over and over again (apparently I do this with all my songs, in addition, there is a "riff" that I always play on my guitar that drives her nuts). She thought it was funny that I had written this song as an idealistic college student with no care for my possessions, and now I was buying house insurance from Tesco and having nightmares about my precious guitars getting stolen.

It seems that things were much simpler then. Now I am closer to the guy wearing the Windsor knotted tie, than I am to the idealistic person striking up a conversation on a bus with a stranger. At the same time, I know that I have grown since I wrote that song. My values have not really changed very much, but I have a deeper understanding of the complexities involved. I have learned that everything is not as cut and dry as it once seemed to me. I know why the scientists would want to make clones (though I don't necessarily agree with it). I know there have been many great quotes regarding getting older, knowing more, knowing less, blah, blah, blah. Here's one from Oscar Wilde:

"I am not young enough to know everything"

3 Comments:

At 8:29 PM, Danny said...

I've been facing this too, Mr. E of the guitar, vocal, and harmonica.

With losing my research job and wanting to focus on ministry and outreach, I am out from under the insurance umbrella again.

It's a little embarassing to realize that, at a functional level, I trust God for salvation after death, but hardly trust Him at all for anything else.

"Yeah, Jesus, I know you were responsible for all this Creation stuff, but how are you at vision, medical, and dental?"

Grace, Peace, V, and Hz.

 
At 11:35 AM, Christopher Gino said...

Ah... the bad songs. I can relate. What did possess me to write (much less record) some of those older songs back in high school? Then what possessed me to give them to my girlfriend (now wife) early in our relationship? Idiot. Idiot!

 
At 10:47 AM, John E said...

Chris - I bet your wife loves those "terrible" songs that you recorded for her back in high school. As songwriters, we are always in love with what we have just written, but (in my case anyway) few of those songs actually stand the test of time.

JE

 

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