Who Gave Permission?

v1.1 January 08, 2023

Who gave permission

For a beagle to have a typewriter

For an orphan wizard

For eggs to be green?

Who approved of the idea

Tiger and a trolly

Pigeon and bus

Bear in a Studebaker?

Who said it was okay

To yell 1.21 Gigawatts

To sing Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

To give all the powers of a squirrel to a girl?

Who said don’t quit

When the transmogrifier was just a cardboard box

When the footfalls of the Stay Puft resounded

When the hyperdrive sputtered out?

So why am I waiting

For the angel Gabriel, 

Or some voice from my past

To say, permission granted?

Inspiration and Perspiration

Photo by Abby Ross

Jon Batiste: You don’t need me to tell you. He has an incredible amount of style, gift, imagination, skill, depth, playfulness. 

I’m inspired by the amount of time he must put in to practice and honing his abilities, but think also of the deep love and joy that guides him. Every interview with him is chock full of beautiful summations of living well. He knows his core values, and his voice flows out of those values. For example, during Covidtide he said, “we have to come together and meet it with integrity, love, and responsibility.”

Jon Batiste’s lyrics to Don’t Stop:

Don’t stop dreaming, don’t stop believing

‘Cause you know our time is coming up

So with all you’ve got, don’t stop

There’s a reason that you’re here, don’t stop

You ain’t got nothing to fear, so don’t stop

This train has left the station

Who knows what destination

This love is for the taking, don’t stop

The persistence of “Don’t Stop” put me in mind of two other artists that I knew nothing about prior to this week. I’m weirdly ignorant of a lot of music.

photo by John J. Thompson

A classroom visit with Drew Holcomb captured as a podcast was full of stories of inspiration and perspiration. Drew describes a point when he was ready to just finish out his commitments for the year and then hang it up. Of course, that didn’t happen, because during that year things turned around and became sustainable. But it wasn’t that something radically changed, it was just the power of not stopping.

photo by KEVIN NIXON/FUTURE/SHUTTERSTOCK

Coincidently, The Well of Sound, a podcast that does deep dives and career retrospectives, reposted their very first show this week on Mott the Hoople.

Mott the Hoople put their story as a band into their final single – (Do You Remember) The Saturday Gigs. Side note: Don’t you just love songs titles that start with parentheses?

It is hard to get the full effect of this lyric from just reading it; I recommend the podcast so you can hear Dave Zahl give it the commentary it deserves. But, what’s pertinent here, are these four lines:

In ’72 we was born to lose
We slipped down snakes into yesterday’s news
I was ready to quit
But then we went to Croydon

They didn’t stop, they stuck with it long enough to get to Croydon. What’s your Croydon? What’s mine?

“This train has left the station / who knows the destination”

The Twelfth Day of Christmas

We started the year sick, but everyone is on the mend now, and that’s a reason for gratitude.

There’s been a lot of rain. Even some lightning and thunder this morning. 

I’ve got a Japanese Maple I’m attempting to rescue, and so I’m thankful for any rain keeping the ground wet for those transplanted roots. 

We’ve got an old friend visiting us tomorrow. The house is untidy, but tidier than it would be if she wasn’t coming. 

What’s been bringing you joy?

The dreams still come

v1.1 January 01, 2023

Those days, our ancestors’ days,

dreams would come to the huntsman

The antelope 

Offering itself before the kill

“It’s okay, my time has come

And anyway you must fully live”

These days, our worrisome days

the dreams still come

The anxiety

But we don’t know it’s offering itself

“Here I am, put me to rest

And it’s okay to fully live”