There is a fine line
I should apologize to my kids; for the 18 years they lived with me while growing up, I attributed my moods to their behavior. If that was the case, then, now that they're out of the house (and have been for over 10 years) the moodiness should have stopped. *sigh*, no such luck.
between artistic license and being a jerk
between genius and irritating
BTW - this is not an apology. I'm not in the mood!
I should apologize to my wife who has put up with it all these years. Occasionally she'll tell me living with me is a constant sense of wondering what's next to which I bristle and complain,"I'm not that bad."
This isn't an apology either, but I will proffer one once this is posted.
Well, it came clear to me today that yes, sometimes I am that bad!
Life comes with a certain amount of stress. Some people have more than others and it isn't limited to one income bracket or another. My life, in comparison to someone in Afghanistan, is relatively calm and put together. I could offer up some time-worn platitudes about how wonderful or blessed I am. Unfortunately, you're catching at glimpse of me at my worst as the desire to type a series of words not normally found in PG-13 films want to come streaming from my fingers (and then blame it all on Tourettes). Any platitudes I might begin would be twisted until it's unrecognizable and you'd think my life was falling apart.
Perhaps you have the impression at this point that I'm having a bad day. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Yes, but that's not the whole truth. The truth is I've actually had a pretty good day. But, I didn't get a great night's sleep and there are a few recent events that have soured the positive mood. So, a sense of exhaustion, tied with current stresses and a series of unfortunate events and I end up in a rotten mood.
This happens to everyone you say? Well, I'd accept that if it weren't for a comment my daughter made many years ago. My children, it seems, were astute at reading my moods when I came through the door. They could tell instantly whether the family was being carted off to dinner and a movie or if it was best to "finish" their homework in their rooms, alone.
We thought my "moods" might be caused by Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) or in other words, a lack of sunlight. But I was just as likely to be moody in Summer in Scotland when the sun is up for 18 hours a day as I was in the Winter when the sun rarely made an appearance from behind the clouds. Other courses of action were to have my wife "do" the bills so I wouldn't stress about money. Ok, that did relieve some stress, but then I just became "Mr Moneybags" and spent far too much money going out to dinner and buying my wife prezzies from Victoria's Secret. (Which, on hind-sight also helped improve my mood considerably).
However, recently I've began ready biographies of various composers, these moody, irrational, irritating folks who want to put little black dots on paper and somehow think that particular skills warrants some "Get Out of Jail Free" cards for their behavior. Beethoven was unpleasant at best, Schumann spent the last couple of years in a mental institution and Mahler was often regarded as dark, moody and irrational (disclaimer: that could be attributed to detractors who didn't like his ethnic origin). Still, the list of composers who exhibited some sense of radical mood swings and/or a dark brooding nature is long (and illustrious).
This find should cheer me up, right? If I'm moody and other great composers are moody, I could be another great composer. Ummm... somehow it doesn't seem to lighten the mood. If anything it just serves to strengthen the feeling that this day, this moment in time sucks! Because the worst part about these moods is the inability to compose anything. I would probably accept the foul mood IF in exchange I were able to write great swatches of music. But alas, that is not the case.
So, today, you'd best stay clear of me. And if you know any composers, just know there will be times they will bite your head off. This isn't an excuse. BUT, if you want to play fetch with a rabid dog and it comes back to bite you, don't complain to me. I'm not in the mood!