Why do I do these things to myself?
I am obsessed with sound and music and drama...don't say it...I know what you are thinking...drama-queen! Right? I suppose it sounds better than music-Queen.
So I decided I would record my poems for posterity. "Why Butterfly" was a test post.
Just posted at Codey's World is my poem called, "A Scent of Love."
This was not easy. I wanted to do something a bit different. I gave much thought to what I could do with the poem.
I began rehearsing the lines while driving across the city of Adelaide to the Video store.
Have you ever noticed that other drivers think you are a little weird when you talk out loud whilst driving the car?
One fellow circled his finger around his ear to signify that he thought I had bats in the belfry.
I smiled at him, but he put his foot to the floor and drove off in a huff.
I continued reciting my poem out loud in the car. Just as I recited the line, "I loved him and forever I could tell..." at the traffic lights a woman looked at me from the safety of her car and smiled at me. If I read her lips correctly she either said, "It's alright dear" or "He's not worth it."
On top of all that I caught a cold or flu or something and my voice went hoarse. I was neighing and hacking everywhere all over the poem, all over the house and all over me.
The car was the only place I didn't cough. Maybe I have found a cure for coughing, drive the car.
Determined like the trooper I am I pressed on and after weeks of cursing the beta of Audacity (great program) and auditioning a great cast of character ideas, rehearsing the musicians, and consulting with my doctor, who stupidly told me to go home to bed, I finally finished the epic.
It is now available to hear for your amusement at Codey's World sound page:
You decide if I am a drama queen or not.