Driving Through Fear
As the music plays on
How things change.
I’ve got a playlist coming, though you’ll have to place all the songs in your own most welcomed platform. They’re songs I’ve been thinking of lately, thinking about, because listening, hearing, and considering aren’t equal, and they don’t always add up to the the sum you’re expecting.
In my Creative Nonfiction class, we’re reading Nic Brown’s Bang Bang Crash, a memoir of sorts about Brown’s turn from being a rock drummer to a writer. There are some minor turning points that foreshadow his leaving a fairly successful band to return, or rather attend for the first time, Columbia University. He’ll eventually be admitted to the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, so yeah, he’s gifted and lucky since he had been deferred at Columbia and was admitted after a five-year sojourn into the rock and roll road-life.
Those foreshadowings, though.
First, he feels alone much of the time even when traveling with the band. One day he decides he’d rather hole up somewhere listening to Dwight Yoakam. He doesn’t say which songs, and I wonder if it might be these:
