A few nights ago THE HUSBAND and I went over the river and through the woods to hear THE MUSE perform a few of his songs. It usually takes THE MUSE to get THE HUSBAND out of the house as he tends to fall into being a hermit. I can get him to do things inside the home, so, it basically takes a village to manage THE HUSBAND.
The journey was, as always, riddled with questions, directions and driving suggestions. This happens every time it’s my turn to drive. It’s THE HUSBAND’S opinion that I really don’t know what I’m doing. In fact, he once said to me, “I don’t know how you’re still alive.” This said while I’m careening down the freeway.
Anyway, back to the other night. When I informed him of the location, I neglected to mention east side versus west side. I assumed he knew what I was talking about. I should never assume he ever knows what I’m talking about. It was decided, by him, that we should plan on an hour. I felt otherwise being that it would be rush hour but I acquiesced.
I found out later that he thought we were staying on the west side when in fact we weren’t. That meant that in 60 minutes I had to fly over the hill, go through downtown, cross the river and run up 32 blocks to our destination.
Okay, I accepted we would be late. But then I took a wrong turn and ended up lost on Skyline, in the dark, behind a bus and running late. Now what do you think the common denominator was in those four circumstances? Yes, that’s right, THE HUSBAND. Eventually we arrived and on time. I am as surprised as you are.
What fun we had listening to 3 songwriters share their talent. THE MUSE’S song titles ranged from Motel 6 to Already Ready for Friday to Jesus Wouldn’t Drive Like That. Hard to say which one is my favorite of the three. No, really, I’m sitting here contemplating this and I can’t decided. Where the inspiration comes from for these pieces is varied and sometimes only known to him. His is a complicated, twisted mind with a heightened sense of humor. (Complicated and twisted in the very best way). THE HUSBAND has known him since high school and always said that music is THE MUSE’S soul. I think this is accurate as it’s what makes him sing, both literally and figuratively.
The world measures success in so many superficial ways: money, power, sex. I measure it in finding what you love to do and doing it. It may not be what keeps the roof over your head, but if you can find that “thing” that lives inside you, makes you happy and completes you and you are able to bring it out in the open, you are indeed a successful human. Many rich, powerful people are lonely shells with nothing inside. Not THE MUSE. He brims and overflows with his music and shares it with us all.
But, I digress. (I often digress from one topic to another as my brain runs on high. Get used to this.) This mini concert coupled with a little shopping for new CDs made the evening complete. THE HUSBAND chose James Taylor and I chose Queen. That pretty much sums up our different personalities.
Looking forward to the next time THE MUSE pries THE HUSBAND out of the house, out of his comfort zone and hopefully, out of Hillsboro.
SIDE NOTE: I really think the muse should write a song about The Magical Mess but don’t say anything. I haven’t figured out how to present this idea to him, so shush.
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