There is a bit of a funk over me of late. Random funk. As always, obstacles are easiest overcome for me by finding the lighter side of it. The funk is overwhelming and mediocre and seems to be in every aspect of my days and nights, which makes it very much like the overwhelmingly mediocre song by the Blackeyed Peas, "My Humps". Thus encouraging me to change the lyrics of "My Humps" to "My Funk", but upon reading said lyrics (posted after the jump in their full hideousity - read at your own peril), I knew that it was best that I distance my funk as far as possible from Fergie's humps.
Part of the funk is the general lack of time to do things quickly and the fact that when time is plentiful, it seems wasted on other mundanities. A totally lame example being the morphing of Fergie into Kirstie Alley. After looking for the lyrics, and seeing assorted images of Fergie on assorted websites, I reminded myself of a comment that I'd made to a friend when one of those unavoidable exposures to the Blackeyed Peas occurred: that Fergie looks like Kirstie Alley. Two months after that comment, gathering a couple of images it occurred to me that perhaps this is not an original idea. It so totally is not. But I'd already created the image, so, whatever. "And the funk rolls on ..."
Typical. Just when a funk sets in some encouraging emails arrive. In this case from artists whom I admire (and whose names I won't drop - I'm not like that). Which, because of the overly self-reflective nature of any funk, means that a response can't be sent immediately to them, not wanting to seem overly eager, fannish - scary. But at the same time, it can't be cold and detatched. A big part of this is that they lead a life that I dream of, but several patterns of risk-aversion that evolved over the years have put me where I am.
And that brings us back to funk. Let's start at the very beginning.
A very good place to start.
When you read you begin with A-B-C.
When you sing you begin with funk-re-mi. Funk-re-mi, Funk-re-mi.
The first three notes just happen to be Funk-re-mi, Funk-re-mi
Oh, let's see if I can make it easier
Going back to my very first post here, this project has been about overcoming the funk. Avoiding hateration. Because hating is easy. Several changes in the economics and the culture in which we are living make that so. In an easier world, there would be a therapy, an accupunctural procedure, a prescription, a religion, a self-medication, a co-dependence, a fetish or some other crutch. Just realism and optimism. Optimism. My crutch. My crutch my crutch my crutch. Having made a world for myself that works, my optimism persists.
The funk subsides. Optimism rises. Cool.