In a Bike Shop I Ran into Music

A general theme running through this blog-capture of my music career is the ebb and flow of confidence.  Confidence in myself, in my art, in my music, in my choices;  it comes down to confidence.

Life experience tells me that often when one needs a thing serendipity finds a way of exposing it.  Often the event that reveals the thing happens in the oddest of locales.  I had such an experience yesterday.  I wanted to write about it before anything transpires because it is hopeful and hope is a good thing to capture.  As Stephen King writes in Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption:

I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand.  I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain…
…I hope
 

Winter has come to Ottawa, and with winter comes winter-cycling.  Winter and chromoly are uncomfortable mates, and so it is that the disorganized crazies that ride all winter flock to bike shops across the land asking mechanics to do the impossible: make rusted, broken, unmoving parts, move again.  So it was that I found myself at Rebec and Kroes asking the inimitable mechanics there to do the impossible. As they always do, the impossible was no problem, but required another hour when I arrived to pick the bike up.

Now, before I continue I should point out that this narrative is a product of total impulse: I decided to ride full-time this winter on Thursday morning; I got my bike out, as-is, and rode to school; I decided to call the shop at noon to see if they could complete a same-day service; and having said they could, I managed to run the bike over between classes.  All this to say that chance was in control.

Because I had  an hour to kill, I meandered around and walked into Long and McQuade.  I bought some guitar strings.  Having left my bike bags in the shop, I had to carry the strings around with my gloves.  And, SO IT WAS, that Ian happened to see the strings when he got into the store and asked about them.  Now, had the mechanic not needed an extra hour I would not have bought strings, or seen Ian for that matter, but that hour put us in the same place at the same time with a talking-piece to indulge.

We began as musicians do:

“You play guitar.” A statement, not a question.

The small-talk melted as we both came to realize that our day jobs costumed our other passions: I am a teacher by day, he a bike shop manager, but by night we masquerade in the world of music.

Our ensuing conversation lead to an exchange of contact information.  Ian knows a circuit I’ve not been privy to yet, and he, at first, suggested I make my way to a few open stages, and then invited me to join him and a buddy who does some booking for a fantastic venue next week at one of these stages.

AND, SO IT IS, that next week I’ll be meeting up with strangers at an open stage, and doing what I do best: bare my soul as I sweat out my music and words through a fine balance of passion and aggression.

“Full contact embrace; 
Aggression puts passion, in its place, 
in shadow 
some kind of afterthought. 
When lips touch, 
everything stops.”  (Until This; Streetcar Curtsy 0002) 

I remember the day it was put to me by a mentor that the world, the universe, whatever one wishes to call it, has a way of delivering to you what you need so long as you can be open enough to stare it in the face, accept it, and use it for what it is.  I have arrived at more happiness in my life by mistake instead of design; it hardly surprises me anymore.  Here’s to the power of being in a room and having the wherewithal, the confidence,to share you despite how vulnerable that makes you. It’s, to me, the most important thing.

About streetcarcurtsy

Artist Summary Genres: Folk / Independent / Acoustic/Poetic/FolkRock Artist Bio One VOICE, one GUITAR. Cam Jones is a singer-songwriter, solo-acoustic-electric-rhytmic-folk-rock evolution based in Ottawa, Canada. Built on an assimilation of guitar styles best connected to Ani Difranco and Dave Matthews, Cam's guitar is as much a percussion instrument as it is an accompanying voice in his songs. At the heart of Cam's songs is an agenda with words. The poetry of Cam's lyrics is an intentional attempt to diffuse basic structure by bringing the song in every poem to the instrument that rounds them. With a powerful voice and emotional connection to every word that passes through his lips, music becomes an element that evolves rather than performs: live performances are a product of the surroundings in which they are played. "This machine kills fascists." - or, at least, debates them.
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