Gets up, lights a cigarette he's grown to hate...

God, I need a cigarette. Now that I have decided to quit, for a very good reason - so I can sing - it is hard to actually quit. What was easy - has been easy so many times before - is a damned chore now.

My lack of a good smoke (or ten) has made me a bit... twitchy and grouchy. Last night, I was thinking... "well, I'll write my way out of it." Didn't really work, but was a good idea. Besides, it is good to unleash, in the written sense, from time to time.

I heard a great line in a song this morning. "I am an impressionist." The song was about a painter, but the lines that followed, describing seeing something and painting one's take on it, made me really consider how that applies to me.

We are all impressionists, to some extent. But my storytelling - my songcraft - is decidedly less so, I think. Maybe I should try to be more impressionist. Less detailed.

I read an article this morning, in the Indy Star. It was actually an interview with the Pacers basketball coach, Jim O'Brien. Obie mentioned reading a book called The Last Lecture. I looked it up on Amazon. Very, very cool concept. Sometimes, professors are asked to, or just do, give a "final lecture" at the end of their semesters, to impart wisdom and things of great import to students they (likely) will never teach again. Well, in the book, this certain college professor, Randy Pausch, had recently found out he was terminally ill with cancer. So, then, he decided to give his final lecture - his actual FINAL lecture, knowing that, yes, this is my last chance to impart wisdom, to leave my legacy. The book sounds like a fantastic read. It also sounds a bit like Tuesdays With Morrie, and excellent book written by Mitch Albom that I would recommend to anyone.

I thought this was particularly coincidental, considering my "stage speech" post from last night. It has a certain existential twist to it that I find delectably evil.

The sad thing about books like those, and times when people try and remind me that "all will be well" or to "live life like no tomorrow" is that it is hard to sustain that kind of energy throughout every day of your life. I like optomism, I do, and I can play that card, usually, most any time I want. But that doesn't mean that sometimes it doesn't ring false. It does ring false, sometimes, in other words.

Change and growth are inevitable.

I wonder what my last words would be, what my last lecture be. Would it be full of the kind of metaphors for living life to its fullest, the ones that sometimes fill me with hope and other times turn my stomach?

I think it would be full of stories and songs. And I think most of those stories and songs would be good, positive, uplifting, hopeful.

Yes, I view myself as a songwriter and as a storyteller, and sometimes when I think of that, I think that I deal in lead, like a gunslinger. That's because sometimes those songs are driven by and made to resemble a bullet straight to the heart.

That's only because that is what matters. I deal in dreams and hopes and fears and love because those are the things that move and drive my life. I write how I write and sing what I sing because that is the fuel that, well, keeps the ember burning, to borrow from last night.

I am reminded of the scene in Almost Famous, where William is on the phone with Lester Bangs, and Lester reminds him that, "we're not cool." I'm not cool. I am an ordinary, lonely soul, documenting what that feels like so you've got someplace to go when you feel lonely and ordinary, or when you are on cloud #9 and want to stay that way.

I deal in lead, people. If you're not ready for the bullet, then you better get out of the war.