There's this woman here, a staff member … and she and I have engaged interactions every now and again. So she approaches me as I'm playing guitar in the back corner area of the building (where I am hiding out). Then words come out.
"Are you going to serenade me?"
"I'm not sure, that's really not my thing," I explain.
Singing and playing at the same time isn't really my thing. Seriously.
"I lack that kind of cohesion," I add.
Despite my response, she retained a bemused expression. But was that the answer she was looking for? Was that the answer she expected?
Perhaps I should have answered differently. I sure as heck could have come up with something on the spot. Improvising is one of my areas, an area where I typically exceed.
The following morning I went outside (behind the building) and started plucking away (yes, I received a pass to go outside!). And as I was sitting there strumming and plucking away, I made the decision. I decided to work on my singing and playing coordination. Because maybe, someday, I could actually serenade somebody. Maybe even the staff member (if I'm here long enough). Even so, I've never quite serenaded somebody. Not even sure what that means. I probably need to look up "serenade" in a dictionary. Or an encyclopedia. Or on Twitter.
Instead of strumming away while singing, I got down to brass tacks. Well really, brass strings. Metal round wound strings? And in the past four days I've composed 35 new songs! Hmmm…. I didn't compose them. I improvised them - making up keys, chords, and especially, the words. I even tried to use serenading type vocalizations. Implications. Justifications? I tried that for a while, but I sounded too cliche. But maybe that's what serenading is all about. Predictively predictable.
In any case, I've got a bunch of new songs, and decided to post a music video on YouTube, so that others may enjoy the end result. Or possibly not. It's too early to tell. It's too hard to say.
So this is that. The song I'm posting below. It's made up lyrics made up in my imagination. And again, I'm outdoors in the parking lot strumming away, singing loudly, watching occasional vehicles pass by while doing this.
So here's the thing: