News:Â The popular Montreal-based writing project ‘365 Attempts at Life‘ has invited me to write a post every Monday for an entire year.Â Six other Montrealers in the Entertainment biz are writing on alternate days.Â The topic of each post is simply, ‘life’.Â Â Below is my 5th post, and below this post, are 4 posts like it… I will log each post here, along with upcoming news, as I progress through the remaining 11 months ahead.
In other news, I’m slowly carving away tunes for my 4th upcoming album – yet to be titled…, yet to be aged.Â If it was a human in development, it was be a 5 year old
Evja, the project with dancers from the Ballet Jazz de Montreal, is shaping up and will be presented at the Outremont Theatre in early January, 2013.
An iPad app I helped develop for the popular children’s book ‘Monkeys in my Kitchen‘ will be released soooooon…Â We are just wrapping up a few loose ends with the technical side of things.. hang tight mothers, fathers, and toddlers.
Writing Post #5…. :Â Oct 6th
by Courtney Wing
The great song-smith Tom Waits said this recently:
â€œWe are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.â€
What a gaul dang great statement that is, eh?!
Iâ€™m actually uncertain as to when Tom wrote this grand blab.Â I just assumed it was recent because I hadnâ€™t seen it on my Facebook (FB) wall before and once I had taken a mere 2 seconds to process itâ€™s profound depth, my eyes and mind had already scrolled a half-a-laptop-screen down to the next flashes of FB information blasting me – photos of dogs and cats doing neat things, babies deeply loved, people falling and hurting themselves and then laughing at themselves for falling and hurting themselves, plates of food, sexy boyfriends and girlfriends with their kisses on, the usual inundation of messy information chewing us up – munch munch.
From second to second, the way in which thoughts rapidly enter and exit are quite astonishing really.Â So much that itâ€™s near impossible to keep up with them. I would even doubt that the most disciplined meditator could keep up with those speedy little passer-byers.Â In fact, itâ€™s safe to argue that the speediest of jotting hands would have a tough time keeping up with writing the word that best describes each thought as it passes. Within the space of time it took to actually think of the best word that matches one specific thought, another thought would likely bombard its way past the existing thought, causing a nano-moment of blankness, then another thought would shove past that bully of a thought, and then the entire process would continue over and over and over again – a constant budging and ousting of thoughts, a sort of a â€˜coup de thoughtsâ€™ on repeatâ€¦ But, If I had to attempt to translate every thought into a string of words separated by commas, at the pace they reveal themselves in – that being real-time, this is what it might look like:
Oh gosh, coffee, more water, yucky taste, darn loud saw, itâ€™s too cozy in this chair, darn narrow arm rests in my way of typing, what to write next, FB check, no get off of here, wait whatâ€™s that photo of, and where, nice sun peering through the cloud, hungry, ebay check for sound recording harness, i want soup, canâ€™t be good for my back sitting here for too long, cold feet, i really need plants, i hope he doesnâ€™t think this of me, Iâ€™ll call her later, must send a text toâ€¦, I think I grinded my teeth last night, mmm Chinese food, hungry but must eat healthy salad, cancer, family, auntie, cousin, another cousin, nephews, busy lives, sublet, Vancouver, get up get up should go to bathroom, one more FB check first, enoughâ€¦ enough.., get up, should go to bathroom, cute pic, election night, i wonder how this and that should happen in the dance project, must exercise, fresh air would be good, oh that saw sound is from the neighbor, they look like middle-classed peeps who slog away at half decent nine to fiver jobs, ooo look at that, Iâ€™m discriminating and passing judgement and writing about it, I sure hope this laptop and iphone arenâ€™t radiating my nads, i want soup soonâ€¦.
â€¦. and on and on and on and onâ€¦ such busy thoughts we have.
We are a scatter-minded world now, just as Tom suggests.Â And tomorrow are the U.S. elections, and we have gunsâ€¦ just as Tom points out.