Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.
And so I went "a little bit crazy" this afternoon and wrote Bleak and Barren. I'm glad I got it off my mind. Any musician will tell you that every now and then you have to clean the spittle out of the horn.
I'm too old to go disco dancing. Oh no, don't say that, I am. Besides I never liked disco dancing that much anyway. I think I'm more of the minuette type. But I know a guy, Yale graduate, PhD, successful, who just loves to go to the disco. hear the ear splitting music and gyrate his middle age body into a frenzy. He considers it a work of art.
That's okay. We all have our ways of going mad. As Mick Jagger once said "It's OK to let yourself go as long as you can get yourself back." The day I can't get myself back is the day I will check myself in to the special care unit.
Some people think I'm crazy now. "He was an actor. He listens to classical music. He's a freak." I don't care. Here I am ,with my head in the clouds, feet planted firmly in the slush, staring at rainbows.
I give you, gratis, my philosophy of life, culled from poetical Asians, mystical Europeans, practical Africans, empirical Latins, homey Americans and a lifetime experience on the stage, because I want to. And there's nothing crazy about that.
I really am Napoleon, you know.
DB - Vagabond Jouneys