For this week’s piece I told a story about silence, about the beauty of emptiness. It just so happened to line up directly with a storytelling party a friend was holding. The theme of her party was silence, so I started thinking about silence and what it means to me.
For me, silence is like exercise: I believe it’s important and would make my life better, but I fill my life too full of other things to actually do it. I started thinking about times in my life I’d experienced silence, or almost experienced silence, or should have experienced silence. I took those stories and found 4 minutes worth of them and strung them together into a narrative. Like in “I Stand Here Ironing” the experiences i related were not a narrative originally, only in hindsight and with greater understanding of the situation was I able to assemble it.
Finally the song. I wrote the song instead of listening to silence, but it wasn’t until I thought of it in this context that I saw any other connection to silence and my aversion to it. The song was originally written to the beat of my clapping hands and based on Son House’s “Grinnin’ in Your Face,” it’s a blues song, to which I later added a slide guitar. What better way to express my feelings about silence than through the blues?
Through this project I realized a lot about what I believe and found something I can use to change my own life for the better.